Chapter Fifty-Seven: Now for Something Completely Different Part Two.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: Now for Something Completely Different Part Two.

"You're not considered a suspect in this investigation, at least not yet. We just wish to ask you a few questions."

The producer of the film was sitting, being interrogated by James Gordon and John Jones. His lawyer looked at him and shook her head, and signaled for him to be silent.

"Mr. Karlo was scene after my client vacated the premises of the building, didn't you say that?" the lawyer asked, and her smug look stared down both officers of the law.

"That's correct, we wish to say if he was acting rather odd," Jones said in his usual even tempered tone of voice.

The producer did not really say a word from where he was sitting, the man's arms crossed over his chest.

"Well, Karlo's… resentment of the remake of his movie indicated that he was fairly odd, and his own uniquely high opinion of his mediocre talent," the lawyer and the producer looked down at his hands sighing. "It could have been some overzealous fan trying to get too close to Karlo and things went too far."

"I told you, I don't do anything….."

"Mr. Caruthers, I'll take care of this," his lawyer said, her eyes peering over the top of her glasses.

Jones and Gordon settled themselves and could see that the producer was shocked by this as the rest of them were. His mouth hung open and Gordon offered him a drink of water.

"Don't," his lawyer warned him, stopping his hand from touching the water and thus leaving fingerprints. Just because they claimed that there were no fingerprints left at the scene of the crime, they were not taking any chances. She wouldn't put it past the GCPD to plant evidence there, to finger the murder on her client so they could say that they solved the crime.

"Show him the photos of the crime scene, see if he can tell us anything," Jones told Gordon and Gordon nodded in agreement, taking the photos out.

"Place them down on the table in front of my client," the lawyer demanded, once again, not wanting her client to directly touch anything that could be used against him at a later date.

"Do you notice anything different about the room, then when you were visiting?" Gordon asked and the producer leaned in to analyze the picture without touching them.

"The dagger and the mask from the original version of the Terror are missing," the producer said looking over it with a critical eye. "Other than that, there's nothing out of the ordinary."

"What was the nature of your meeting?" Gordon asked, but once again, and potentially most annoyingly, the producer's lawyer cut in.

"Mr. Caruthers is under no obligation to divulge the details of that meeting, as your placing of him near the crime scene is based upon circumstantial evidence at best," she replied, the challenging glare never leaving her eye.

"So you're saying that the crime scene is exactly the same, except for the dagger and the mask missing?" Jones asked, calmly and Caruthers nodded, his arms once again folded over his chest, his eyes narrowed.

"Yes, my client said that those gaudy relicts are the only thing that are gone," the lawyer said, shaking her head. As far as she was concerned, they were tokens of Karlo's vanity.

"Very well, you may go," Gordon commented, but he held up his hand and Caruthers looked at him, his eyebrow rising once again. "But, you may not be considered a suspect now, however, given that you were the last person to see Karlo alive, it would not be advised that you leave the city."

"Yes, I understand," Caruthers said, nearly choking out his next words but he shook his head.

His lawyer led him out once again and Jones and Gordon could agree that she was a piece of work, but obviously she had the same negative opinion that most did of the GCPD. That left both of the men in the interrogation room alone, pouring over the evidence that they had in front of them.

"We really don't have a lot to work with, in this case, do we?" Jones asked and Gordon looked over his shoulder and nodded. "You know, the overzealous fan theory might not be too far off the mark."

Gordon wasn't really ready to rule that one out for obvious reasons, but something about this unsettled him. What, he didn't know.

"A crime of passion would leave more evidence than it did," Gordon reminded Jones and Jones nodded, a few seconds later, they came with another theory. "The dagger and the mask…. those were from the original version of the Terror. With the remake coming up, the originals…. they would fetch millions and would be sought after by collectors."

The fact that they were stolen items did not really deter anyone, because there were a lot of people who would buy the items and then smuggle them out of the country, before selling them at a markup value elsewhere.

"Renewed interest, a theft gone wrong," Jones said and once again he was looking at the pictures of the crime scene. He couldn't help but think that there was some intangible fact that they missed. Exactly what, they didn't know. There was another fact that ate away at him. "What I want to know is why this murder of all things is getting so much attention?"

"Karlo is a celebrity, a minor one yes, but he's been in the news lately with all of the controversy of the remake of his film and his act….. well I don't wish to speak ill of the dead," Gordon replied, averting that topic.

"No need to my friend, no need to, I've read the reviews," Jones commented in a light voice.

"And the fact that he's friends with the Mayor also makes this investigation more high profile than it really needs to be," Gordon added and Jones raised his eyebrow. "We've got the Mayor breathing down our necks and if there's one wrong move well…"

"I understand," Jones said and this had all of the hallmarks of a baffling mystery, the motive was mostly unknown. There was no physical evidence, and the producer, despite the fact that one could make a circumstantial case against him, had a rock solid alibi going for him.

So once again back to square one they went with this investigation.

A sign that stated "Veteran's Day Special, all Veteran's get to eat free" was what greeted many of the guests in one of the top fast food chains in all of Gotham City. A lot of people gathered around, the place packed as far as the eye could see.

There were men, women, and children all around the area, all of them with bright smiles on their face. A man hobbled forward with a cane and leaned on it for some added support. He had the wounds of war, but the good spirits returned.

"Nice to see that they still respect all of what we do," he commented in a cheerful voice. "Shouldn't be eating this really, my doctor is getting on my ass about my eating habits, but….. I suppose that one day out of the year couldn't hurt."

"Well, we didn't fight to help protect this country, to listen to some quack in a lab coat tell us what to do," another man said, he was wearing an eye patch, with unruly looking hair and numerous scars on his right hand, there was a finger missing.

There was a loud chatter, men, women, children, they were all there, and there was something ticking.

It was rapidly reaching the eleventh minute, eleventh hour, of the eleventh day, of the eleventh month of the year.

"See if you can get some more back there, we're fresh out," one of the cashiers said, looking over his shoulder, giving the man his change.

"Bet you didn't think that we would come out in droves…"

"No, it's one of the biggest days of business in all of Gotham City but I have to admit, there's been nothing like this in a very long time," the man at the cash register said. "You know, that's free…"

"I know, but I'd like to give you a little something for your troubles, you must have been on your feet all morning, and the lunch rush is coming," the man said with a kindly smile, taking his tray and parking himself out on the table.

The cashier smiled, it was rather worth it. His grandfather was one of them as well, although he could not make it out today. This was a reunion for some of these people, who had fought in the same division, the Gotham City 45th, in World War II.

"Do you smell that?" one of the other cashiers asked and the man paused, looking over his shoulder.

"Smell….."

He never really got out his next statement because there was something that was pouring from the kitchen. Something was planted in there, a bomb of some sort, maybe, that it was released.

Exactly the moment that the clock struck 11:11 on the eleventh of November, it happened. The gas caused the throat of the nearest cashier to close up and he dropped against the desk. The cashier's head thumped up against the desk and there was no chance.

More gas went through the bathroom, those who had been inside, dropping dead immediately from the choking gas.

Some of them screamed in a panic, in their attempts to scramble towards the exit, but much to their dismay and discomfort, they didn't make it in time.

The people who were closest to the explosion got zapped the worst, the top of their eyes, along with their mouths began to spill with blood. It was a nasty gas and even those who were furthest away did not really have much of a chance to escape. Some had health conditions that made it easier on the gas to kill them.

Some of them slumped on the ground, one of them clutching at his heart, struggling to keep a breath on. One of them fell on the door, his heart struggling to pump blood into his body, thus sealing the fate.

The back exits were too far away.

Who would do such a dastardly attack? There was the sound of sirens, someone managed to call the police, although the brave soul who had done so was dead.

There was a man who stepped from the shadows outdoors, wheeling a hamper down the alleyway. There was a van waiting, disguised as some kind of supply truck. Calmly, and casually he walked inside.

The moment the van pulled out of the alleyway and made its way down the street, the GCPD's finest arrive. There was already someone who was slumped against the wall, barely able to move, blocking the door.

"Some of them might still be alive in there, stand back, stand back!"

"We need to get inside, quickly, before the gas….."

"I know the procedure, don't worry, the gas can't spread, it's already burning itself out."

The crowd was down and out in a heap in the restaurant. There were men, women, and children, all whom perished in the nasty gas that had been pumped in there. Loud sirens echoed from outside as an ambulance arrived, but for some it was too late, much too late.

Lives were lost.

"This is Jack Ryder, horror struck Gotham City today, as eleven restaurants were the sites for a brutal and fatal chemical attack. This attack caused hundreds of people to drop dead, with very few survivors, and those who managed to survive the attack will be lucky to spend the night."

Ryder paced back and forth and stood outside of the scene of the crime with a grizzly expression on his face. He shook his head, looking rather disturbed, but he wiped any attempt of an expression off of his face and retained the aura of the professional that he was.

"The only silver lining to this cloud is that whoever was responsible for this attack only used enough gas to have an impact on the immediate area, thanks to the wind, some of it spread and we're trying to ascertain exactly how far it spread. Vapor trails from the gas may have been affected by the supply; therefore we encourage anyone to avoid drinking any water until the damage report can be assessed… and this just in….."

Ryder stopped, reading the report in the paper he had been handed and then he shook his head, before he continued. "It spread a bit beyond in two locations, where it was around a shopping center and a mall and the amount of casualties have not been counted up. I will be breaking in live when I get the official word from the Gotham City Police Department, along with any leads. The people in Gotham City continue to live in a gripping fear, where there is an attack that is guaranteed during the holiday season, they just do not know where or when."

The horror was something that could not be imagined or even described with mere words, but Ryder managed to give a little bit of a preview of what was happening the very least.

Harry sat quietly with Bruce in one of the offices at Wayne Enterprises and Bruce turned towards him with a darkening expression in his eyes. Both thought the same thing, and this was proof how dangerous and deranged this particular man was.

"We knew this was going to happen, something like this, we just didn't know what was going to happen, how, and when," Harry replied and there was a second where Bruce looked towards him.

"I know."

That voice was given in a more Batman way than Bruce Wayne way and Harry thought that he had a lot of points.

"The problem is that we didn't have enough information to deal with this, and we were left hanging in a lurch," Harry replied and Bruce's nodding got extremely stiff. "If we didn't put Emergency Services on high alert… well things would have been worse than they were to be honest."

And things looked pretty bad, deaths in the hundreds, that was a preliminary estimate, and Harry really crossed his fingers in hope that was just overinflation by the media, sensualistic journalism at it's finest.

His gut told him that it was about bad and while Bruce looked grim, he looked even more so. Felt that way as well, but all they could do was figure out their next move. And without any more information, they couldn't go far enough on that front.

They waited for more news to come up and Harry hoped that one of his contacts would come on through. Right now, the images of the attack could be heard, but there were no suspects.

That was the problem; there were no suspects, no one with a motive that was sane. Once again, Harry's eyes went blood shot when they were focused on the screen. He was trying to be calm, especially with his condition; his blood pressure hitting the roof would not be an ideal outcome.

No one was saying anything but they knew how rather angry that he was. Nevertheless, Harry's phone rang. He checked the caller ID and saw that it was Sarah. This was the news that he was waiting for, and he answered it immediately. Not before putting it on speaker phone so Bruce could hear the conversation.

"So, what do you know?" Harry asked her and she could tell the tension was flowing in his voice, so she decided to get to the point.

"Not much more than you do, but I did find something interesting," Sarah replied and she amended that statement, as Bruce listened in even though he didn't say a word. "Or rather the bomb squad found something."

Harry cleared his throat, to show her that he was all ears and thus she cut to the chase

"There were several devices in the kitchen, and the bathroom of each site, designed to spread a lot of the gas very quickly, in this particular version, a more potent version of one used during World War I," Sarah told him and Harry nodded in response. "It was kind of crude, but none the less, it was extremely effective."

"We can meet later if we need to go over any more," Harry replied to her and Sarah paused after a second and nodded in agreement.

"Yes….later, I'm sure that I'll find out more by then," Sarah told him but she sounded in a rush. Clearing throat and speaking quickly, she added, "I need to run right now, because the only way I could call you is ducking out for a cup of coffee."

"Talk to you later."

Harry digested the information that he had and he turned to Bruce, throwing the ball back into his court.

"I think that we need to see the device before we can figure out which direction we're going with this," Bruce told him, and Harry nodded in response.

"Like to try and get a sample of the chemical that I could, might be something that I recognize," Harry said, seeing the list of the effects of the chemical on the victim. "Might be a bit more potent."

Neither had to say anything else, it was settled, they were ready and willing to go off with each other.

"Time to head out to Gotham General, where our very own Vicki Vale is live and on location. Vicki, can you hear us?"

Caruthers the Producer walked his way across the set towards a lavish looking trailer on the edge of it. He held two glasses, along with a bottle of wine. He whistled merrily, although there was something off about his whistling.

After his lawyer worked her magic and managed to ensure that Gordon would get off of his back, he had business to take care of and the business he had was a long time coming. That being said, the producer passed by several crew members, people on the set, a couple of bit actors. They weren't part of the big money scene, so the producer would not have expected to really know their names.

The producer nearly ran head on with someone with an ooof and the bottle of wine nearly slipped from his hand, dropping to the ground. He managed to hold onto the bottle and keep it from connection to the ground, his expression rather calm all things considered.

He found out the man that he was nearly run over and really he should have expected this.

'Hagen, of course,' the Producer thought, looking at the man who the star of the remake of the Terror and he was a huge headache to boot.

"There you are, Carlson, I've been meaning to talk to you about something, it's urgent," Matt Hagen said, the man who starred in the remake of the Terror and a man who acted like an overblown Diva to everyone on the set during that day.

Not only was his name gotten wrong, but it was obvious that there was some kind of complaint that he wanted to give. He wondered exactly what he had to talk about.

"What is it this time?" Caruthers asked, trying to keep his temper even, at this man.

"You see, they make up…. and the amount of it that I have to wear, it's absurd, I mean, look at this face, would you want to cover it up?" Hagen asked, running his hand over his face and showed his unblemished flesh to him. He made sure Caruthers got a good and long look at it. "I mean, you're just burning money in a barrel and that's what you might as well be….. but I guess that's the tone of the movie, and you could get something better in there, something that makes me look…. well it brings out the character in me."

"Noted," the Producer said, his hand clutching around the wine glass that was hovering in his hand, but he put that down and managed to hold the bottle more steadily in his hand.

"And you know, you could stand to give me a little more screen time," Hagen told the Producer and once again the Producer looked at him. "Yeah, yeah, I know we've been over this before, but we're remaking this movie, and we don't want to ride on the coattails of the original, so change things up. Plus, I'm your big time star; I should get as much face time as possible. My character might not have been on screen as much in the original, but you know…. you know what, times have changed."

Hagen stepped forward and he whispered with Caruthers in a stage whisper.

"And between you and me, I think that there's a reason why the guy in the original, Karloff wasn't his name…"

Karlo, Basil Karlo," the Producer harshly whispered, his hand tightening a little bit more around the step of the wine bottle.

"Yeah him, I can see why they didn't put him on screen, I mean he looked like a dog and he had the acting ability to match," Hagen said and the producer was now clutching the wine bottle so tightly that the stem cracked in his hand.

'Pander to the title character, he sells the movie, let him believe that he's relevant for now,' the Producer reminded himself, wanting nothing better to stab Hagen in the throat with the wine bottle that he was holding.

"I'll take that under advisement, Mr. Hagen," the Producer said in a sunnier voice, albeit it was a bit snooty.

"Good, good, I'm glad that we can have this chat," Hagen said, slapping him on the shoulder and walking off.

The Producer took a few seconds to calm himself down before he marched towards a trailer. Raising his hand, he knocked on the door.

Waiting patiently for the door to open, it was down seconds later and with it, a fairly young attractive blonde poked her head out. She was dressed in a thin, tight bathrobe, and her hair dripped. It was obvious that she just got out of the shower.

"Oh….. I'm Mr. Caruthers, I'm… well, no offense, sir, but I was expecting someone else," the blonde said, her voice dripping with nervousness.

"No, no problem, I just wanted to celebrate how well you did today," the Producer said and she looked at him. "Considering that it was your first big role."

She was positively beaming, and stepped back. "Yes….. you thought I did well?"

"First time jitters, it's quite understandable, but yes, you did well," he said entering the room and he sat down on the couch.

"I was skeptical about the role at first when my agent brought it to me, but….. I guess you got to start somewhere," she said, with the wine being poured in her glass.

"It wasn't easy to find someone to play your role, given a rather famous actress played your role in the original, or rather she went on to being famous," the Producer said, pushing the glass of wine in front of her. "Go ahead, drink, drink, drink, it's a time to celebrate."

The young actress did in fact drink, and she did need one, because after today, her nerves had been shot.

"This could be my big break."

The Producer smiled, electing not to drink the wine himself, and there was another knock on the door.

"I'll get that, you just relax," the Producer said with a smile on his face and he stepped forward, clicking the door open.

Another young man entered the room, an actor in the movie. Someone who had a bit role and thus wasn't really important to the grand scheme of things.

"No need to be worried about me being here, I'll be leaving in a moment," the producer said in a swift voice and the actor in question raised his eyebrow, and then nodded in response. "But first, I thought that we might share a toast to our success."

The actor paused and a glass of wine was slipped into his hand. For such a bit part he had a long day on the set. And he needed a stiff drink after dealing with Hagen. "Good… good plan."

The producer smiled as the three held up their glasses of wine. It went unnoticed that he didn't drink from his, even though he made a show of the glass touching his lips.

Back down in the Lair, Harry and Diana were supposed to be working on the car. That being said, it was more like Diana was working on the engine, because Harry couldn't focus a lot of the time. In fact, he was pacing back and forth in the room. It was a good thing that she wasn't wearing a hole in the carpet.

Diana kept an eye on him as she worked and after today, she could tell that he was not in the best mood. The beautiful Amazon was wearing a tight black T-shirt that wrapped snugly around her breasts and showed her toned midsection, a pair of cut off jean shorts that covered her sensual legs and wrapped around her ass, along with a pair of black boots.

"Okay, if we figure this out, we should be able to come up with a design, but this engine, when they say it's powerful, they aren't kidding, it's extremely powerful," Diana said and Harry nodded, he was well aware of that. She could tell that he was not one for talking and the angry buzzing sound that could be heard from his thoughts resembled a group of hornets that were stirred up. "It's much too powerful right now if we only use modern day materials, to build anything that isn't a jet fighter or a tank."

Harry didn't say anything for the second.

"A tank would be a little too much, although I suppose that it would work, but still too much," Diana said and there was one thought that popped through his mind.

'Yeah, well, I think that a tank might be necessary at some point, the rate things are going,' Harry said, his mind still buzzing angrily.

Diana saw that his anger was coming to a boiling point and festering. The number of innocent lives that perished today was astronomical and she watched Harry step forward. His eyes focused on the bag and he nailed it with a series of punches.

His rapid fire blows caused the bag to move and Harry kept wailing away on the back, not one letting up. It was giving a bit too much, so Diana pulled herself away from the engine.

"You know, you come across as way more optimistic than this normally, and not really prone to random fits of angst."

Diana placed her hands on the bag to brace it, so it didn't give that much, allowing his hands to brace it.

"Not angst, I'm just fucking pissed off about what happened today, and how this guy seems to be one step ahead of everything that we try," Harry said, punching the bag once again. He didn't have a face to imagine, which made him even angrier.

Harry continued to hammer away at the bag, doing a few breathing exercises to try and calm himself down.

There was another party who made her way inside. Karen walked into the room, wearing an extremely tight white shirt that looked to be only held together by the sheer force of will, and a really tight pair of blue jean shorts. Her bright blue eyes looked at him in concern.

'He's….. well to be honest, it sounds like a hive of angry bees coming over the line,' Karen thought taking a step over, and she thought that the bag was going to be torn completely in half for as hard as Harry was hammering it.

'That's pretty much a good assessment…..'

'I'm surprised that you don't have a headache Diana, you've been riding out the worst of it,' Karen said. She situated behind Harry.

The blonde placed her hands on the back of Harry's neck and he relaxed his arms, finishing hitting away at the bag. Her breasts pressed against his back, with the blonde slowly working her fingers down the area of his neck.

"It will all work out Harry," Karen whispered, and she guided him over to the couch, rubbing on the back of his neck slowly, running her hands all the way down, before taking his shoulders.

Diana assisted her in shoving him down onto the couch and Harry had a moment of protest, but Karen slowly stroked his shoulders, running through the tension nuts on him.

"It's okay, Harry, just take a calm breath, let it loose," Diana said, and she helped stroke his neck while Karen rubbed his shoulders slowly, surely, trying to get him to loosen up.

Harry felt their talented hands work their way all over his body and suddenly, he was feeling just a little bit better, at least to the point where he didn't want to strangle something.

Diana and Karen slowly worked the knots out of his neck.

"That better?" Karen whispered in his ear with a smile on her face and she moved her hands around, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, and flipped him over.

His bare back was exposed, and his injuries at the hands of Grundy were completely healed. Karen ran her hands down his back once again, and his pants were pulled off.

Diana ran her hands down his legs and his body, and Harry allowed her to work him over.

"Get the oil from the cabinet," Diana whispered to Karen and Karen nodded, before she shot over to the cabinet at super speed to pick up the oil.

Cupping some of it on her hand, she oiled Harry's back up and slowly rubbed it into his back. She lifted up her foot, and brushed it against the small of Harry's back, while Diana removed her top, and Karen returned the favor once again. The blonde switched back.

Harry felt so good and he could feel the final round of underwear being removed from his body. Their hands were roaming down him, going between his legs and he closed his eyes, when he felt their hands coming a few inches from him, but they were teasing him.

"Time to turn over Harry," Karen whispered, her fingers nudging him a little bit as she massaged his ass.

Harry turned over and he saw both Karen and Diana were naked, slathered in oil and that caused the blow flow to rush. Both girls stood before him in all of their glory, naked large breasts, flat stomachs, firm asses, wet vaginas, along with a small strip of hair, and long lust inducing legs. Karen hovered over his front, stroking his chest, her breasts pressed against his face.

"Let's take this up to the next level, and really make you relax," Karen whispered to him, with a smile, working her way up towards his crotch and Diana worked her way up, giving him a brief foot massage, before the two of them met, nearly chest to chest above his cock.

Needless to say, Harry was intrigued to take this one to the next level.

"Just relax a little bit more Harry, let us take care of you," Karen said, running her hands all over his body. Harry closed his eyes, feeling the pleasure course through his body.

"Yes, we'll take really good care of you," Diana commented, pressing her breasts down against his cheek, they were nice and oiled up.

"There's still a lot of tension, as you can see," Harry said, relaxing and Karen smiled, running her hands down his body as he rested on the couch, her hand wrapping around his manhood, and the blonde slowly stroked him up and down.

"Yes, I can see that, but we'll fix that right away," Karen said, her tongue trailing over her lips, hunger dripping from her eyes.

Karen stroked him up and down slowly, his hardening manhood growing in her hand but that was not enough. The blonde placed her tits around his member, and closed her eyes, before running it up and down.

Diana gave him a few kisses on the top of his forehead, and now she moved over.

"Let's see if we can, add to this pleasure," Diana whispered, a wicked grin over her face.

Harry grunted and then groaned in pleasure, with Diana's amazing breasts pressing down on either side of him. She was perched on one side, and Karen was on the other side of him.

Both of them rubbed their massive breasts up and down his shaft. The fact that he was all oiled up caused the lubrication to be nice and his manhood to flow seamlessly between them.

His penis encased in heaven that most men would give…. well their penis for. The soft, firm, oiled up tit flesh stroked him up and down, both of them gave him an amazing double boob job. Harry closed his eyes.

"Damn, oh damn," Harry grunted, both of them worked him over and Karen smiled, giving his head a kiss, licking the pre-cum that was going out of it.

"That tastes good, I think that I'll have some," Diana whispered, lust burning through her eyes, when her tongue brushed up against him.

Harry's hands roamed all over their bodies to return the favor for them. Whimpers of delight could be heard and Harry matched their delight with his penis smashed in between some of the best tits on the planet, actually in the universe. The universe would be pretty good. Harry closed his eyes, feeling himself slide between Karen's massive valley and Diana bent forward, giving him a light kiss on the head.

Eventually, even the strongest willed man in the world had something to give and while Harry was stronger than most, this double team assault was willing down his resistance.

"Don't hold back, we sure won't," Karen said, feeling Harry's hands on her, and her oiled up tits rubbed him even faster. Diana matched her motions, and both of them worked Harry into a frenzy, his manhood twitching between them.

"About ready to cum….."Harry groaned, and his balls bubbled with desire. It seemed the more they worked him over, the more pleasure he felt. His manhood was about ready to lose his load on them.

The first splatter of cum painted their faces and their chests. There was a moan as the oil caused an even greater volume of cum. Diana and Karen were dripping with Harry's spunk by the time that it was all over.

"Oh, that looks so good," Diana said, reaching over and grabbing Karen's firm breast, licking her lips and then she slowly licked cum off of Karen's breasts.

Karen threw her head back, feeling her sister wife eating her husband's cum off of her. It was a delight that she enjoyed and the added lubrication caused her juices to flow. Diana could see what was happening and she placed her fingers between Karen's hot thighs, slowly working her up to a frenzy.

"Oh, Rao, yes,' Karen moaned, Diana pumped her fingers up and out into her. Then the blonde could see Harry simulating himself behind Diana, his manhood brushing against her simmering hot entrance.

Diana closed her eyes, feeling her husband enter her from behind, his manhood pushing into her hot pussy.

"Yes, fuck me from behind, fuck me hard," Diana begged, but suddenly, her sounds of pleasure were stifled from Karen shoving the Amazon's face in between her breasts.

"Less talking, more sucking," Karen whispered and Diana decided to attack her nipples where they were the most sensitive, which caused Karen to have several miniature orgasms.

Harry kicked up a steady pace, getting turned on by Diana sucking Karen's nipples and Karen got off in response to it. His manhood was pushing into Diana from behind and he decided to pull almost out of her and tease her tight puckered asshole.

'Do it, do it,' Diana begged him, she could feel a burning heat erupt between her legs.

With Harry's prick properly lubricated, he slid right into her from behind, working himself deep into her tight, tight hole. She pushed around him, and Karen's fingers moved around, to keep Diana's pussy at bay.

"She tastes so good," Karen moaned, with Diana worked over her breasts with added intensity once again.

"I know…. she does," Harry grunted, alternating between fucking her pussy, and her ass every couple of minutes, and then Diana's pussy clamped around his rod. Each thrust brought him deeper into her body and the Amazon Princess looked about ready to make him pop.

"More please, more," Diana whispered to him, managing to pull away from Karen's tits, but the blond hovered up and she had her pussy right in front of Diana's mouth.

Diana grabbed onto her hips and pushed her tongue deep into her, munching on Karen's pussy, her tongue digging into her.

The blonde thrust her hips up, and she closed her eyes, the dark haired woman munching away on her.

Harry's hands roamed over Diana's sweaty, oily body, with something having to give. He was fucking her into a stupor and he grabbed onto her raven locks, gaining a bit of leverage.

"I think she's earned your cum….at least she's earned mine," Karen panted, her hips rolling up and sending the juices splashing into Diana's mouth and she slurped them up like a starving woman in the desert.

"I know that she has," Harry grunted, hammering Diana from behind and his balls grew heavier, about ready to expel his load into her body. The green eyed wizard pumped his way between her thighs, working his way to a powerful orgasm.

The Amazon Princess tightened her grip upon his tool and Harry continued his journey into her center. The first splash of cum was fired into her and Harry quickly moved out, to pump a second load into her ass.

Diana's pussy clenched at the thought of that, she collapsed from the rapid fire orgasms that Harry gave her.

Harry's cum flowed from Diana's pussy and ass and Karen slid her way on her, deciding to taste a sample of it. Her long wet tongue trailed over her and the blonde's look was completely in bliss.

"Delicious," Karen whispered and she could see Harry's long cock throbbing. She placed her hand onto it and hovered herself up. "Just lay back, relax, and enjoy the ride, because I know that I'm going to."

"I'm sure you will," Harry said and he closed his eyes, Karen's tight walls sliding around his massive prick with ease.

The blonde's hips worked around him, and she slowly worked herself up and down his tool, kicking up an amazing amount of momentum. The green eyed wizard could feel her tighten around him and she kept bouncing up and down.

"Yes, I know that you are," Harry grunted and he lifted his hands up, touching her body.

Karen closed her eyes, his hands roamed all over every inch of her body, taunting her, teasing her and the blonde could feel an orgasm.

The blonde hummed in pleasure towards her husband's actions, her hips clenching around his rod and she worked up more momentum, working herself around his tool, bouncing just a little bit more as she hung on for what should be an amazing ride.

"Fuck, that feels so good," Karen whimpered, the pleasure exploding between her legs when she rode him like the stallion that she knew that he was. Her bouncing got more frenzied, her tits bouncing up and down behind his face. "Touch them, take them."

Harry smiled, he waited for what happened.

"You'd get off on that, wouldn't you, you little slut?" Harry whispered to her and Karen nodded her head, her hips once again scissoring around his tool when she bounced up and down just a little bit more, picking up some momentum. Her walls clenched him once more.

"Yes….. oh yes," Karen moaned at the top of her lungs, her tight vice like grip closing around him. "I get off on you torturing my tits, I'm a slut, you're little slut."

Diana was mostly out of it, but she managed to lift her arm enough to slowly start rubbing her pussy, the pleasure coursing between her legs. The dark haired woman worked her fingers deep between her thighs.

"FUCK, FUCK!" Karen moaned and suddenly her nipples were hardening when Harry played with them, channeling bursts of magic.

Her pussy tightened around his tool and she wanted all of him. The blonde wouldn't settle for anything less, than the best. Her hips continued to pump him all the way into her, and she continued to ride him.

Harry molested her breasts and caused her to twitch underneath him. Her tight cunt continued to pump her way around him, and his manhood sank between her.

The blonde braced herself, longing, coaxing her husband to cum without words. Mostly because the stupor he fucked her into being beyond all words. Nevertheless, she kept bouncing, higher, and faster, allowing super powered friction to fill her body. The blonde's hips clenched around him.

Harry's balls shot their load into Karen and she bent completely back, allowing her to receive his hot load into her pussy. His face was smashed between her breasts as he came hard and heavy, always a good feeling for sure.

The blonde actress's eyes flickered open and the moderate amount of light that was coming through her room at her apartment caused her a headache. There was also a cold chill that went through her body.

She couldn't really remember what happened last night, all she remembered was that she got over. The blonde staggered through the room.

She almost arrived there, about ready to close the sliding glass door, but suddenly in her mind numb state she tripped over something.

The blonde went ass over tea kettle and landed on the ground to bruise her backside. Running her hand over her ass, so it was bruised, she rolled over, pushing herself up to a standing position.

Giving a gasp, she caught a hold of a sight that saw her and saw the Producer or at least what was left of him. He was dead, dried up blood was on the carpet. The producer laid slain on the ground, stabbed several times in succession, without remorse.

The blonde's heart started to beat even more and the woman began to hyperventilate, nearly freaking out something fierce.

A blood curdling shriek followed when she finally regained her bearings.