It was over at last. Further vengeance would only increase the risk of ultimate detection. Kimberly, Kitty, Jennifer and Gilda felt they had proved their point to themselves: that they were superior to men as long as they had to deal with them as adversaries.
Before they had been raped and met each other through Kimberly's classified ad, all four of them had been, in effect, at the mercy of the male organ, jumping trough hoops every time some man pulled out his cock and demanded that they fuck it or suck it. Now they realized the superiority of their pussies, and reveled in the beauty and potential of their own cunts, organs capable of orgasm after orgasm without rest unlike the primitive squirt gun of the male that shot its load and then was exhausted.
There was no way either Kimberly, Kitty, Jennifer or Gilda could ever again be intimate with a man, so loathsome did they find the opposite sex.
There was no pairing off among them; the four of them loved each other equally, both spiritually and sexually. They realized this after they were finished with Caldwell.
Returning to Kimberly's apartment there seemed no alternative but to fall into each other's arms celebrating their final victory and liberation from men. Quickly their clothes were off and they fell into a pile of pulsing flesh onto Kimberly's bed, eager tits and cunts and hungry, greedy mouths rubbing and sucking.
Ritualistically they took turns shaving each other's pussies until they all had bare cunts like Jennifer's.
Then they groped passionately on the bed, sending each other into ecstasy with loving caresses and wet and wild tongue-fucking.
As a surprise present to all of them for their good work, Kimberly had had a huge mirror installed on the ceiling over the bed. It gave them the the chance they lusted for, to see their own licking, sucking, probing, masturbating orgy of mutual love.
Their lewd images spread across the expanse of the mirror in a wild and wet daisy chain.
Now the door was closed forever to the world of men.