The Adventure’s of Bat-Woman

 

Author’s note: Got this idea watching some old 50s BW Mexican wrestler movie. It had some guy in a wrestlers mask that got into lots of fights (and Koed) by the bad guys. There is also a Bat Woman Mexican movie out with a girl in a string bikini that’s also a wrestler so I decided to borrow this idea.

 

California/Mexico – 1955

 

    The police officer rushed through the city police station with the telegram. He walked into the police chief’s office where chief Knight, a few officers, professor Marko and his assistant Walter sat. They all surrounded a heavyset, distinguished man named Dr. Santos or, as the world knew him, The Fox.

     “So Fox, where are your accomplices? I want the names of every man that worked with you?” the chief growled. The Fox merely stroked his beard and flicked some dust off his hat.

     “This is futile chief,” professor Marko said shaking his head. “The Fox is too clever to divulge his friends.”

     “Quite right professor. I am too good for the likes of you all.” The Fox laughed. “You can charge me with kidnapping and assault and attempted murder all you like but the secret to the Mayan treasures will be mine,” he laughed arrogantly.

     “You will never get that information from me! I will die first,” Marko replied clenching his fists in rage.

     The police officer handed the chief the letter. The chief opened it and looked at it in puzzlement. He then showed it to the Fox. All the page contained was a picture of a fox.

     “What’s this suppose to mean eh? Is this a sign? What’s the meaning of this? Answer me?” the chief yelled. The Fox grinned but merely shrugged his shoulders.

     “Take this fiend away!” yelled the chief. The guards took the Fox away. He smiled all the way out the door.

     “Dr. Santos was a brilliant man till he turned to crime. Those awful experiments he performed on animals and people got him disbarred,” professor Marko said shaking his head. “He tried to kidnap me once already to get the secret location of the Mayan gold hidden somewhere in California. He’s a mad man.”

     “Don’t worry professor,” Walter said. “He can’t hurt us any longer.”

     *     *     *

     The guards opened the rear door of the school bus converted to a prisoner bus. They tried to push Dr. Santos inside but he jerked away too arrogant to let them escort him in. The four guards got in the bus and set out to the prison across the county. A few minutes later, a white sports car came racing around the corner and pulled up in front of the police station. The police outside immediately stopped and stared as the occupant got out and headed toward them. “Wow! Who is THAT!” one of the cops remarked.

     The woman was tall and shapely with a very curvy figure, wide hips and an ample chest. She wore a black bikini, black calf boots, gauntlet gloves, a neck choker, a long cape and a mask cowl that looked like a bat’s head with pointed ears. Around her waist she wore a belt with various compartments. The woman must have been nearly six foot and her heels made her even taller.

     “The Fox! His bus! Which way?” she exclaimed.

     “Um, to the North, along the county road,” one of the guards stammered not realizing who he was giving sensitive information too. The woman bound off and jumped back into her convertible and sped off.

     The bus traveled along unaware that two cars full of men followed them. The cars began firing and hit some of the bus’s tires forcing the bus of the road near a farm. The cars stopped and the guards and hoodlums began a fierce fire fight.

     As the hoodlums fired, they were unaware of the sports car driving up behind them. Bat Woman leapt out and ran up to the rear man. A high kick knocked him flat out. She jumped on another goon firing from the ground and hit him with a karate blow before he could act. Three of the guards fell to gunfire and only one remained holding off the hoods with a machine gun from behind the front of the bus.

     Bat Woman jumped on another goon while he was reloading. Two of the men saw her and jumped at her. They wrestled for a while with Bat Woman throwing the men with expert wrestling moves. The guard behind the bus was so taken back by the bikini clad woman he didn’t see the Fox escape the bus and circle around behind him. A rock to the head knocked him out good.

     Two more men rushed in and grabbed Bat Woman. Soon five men were holding the woman and sending punches into her gut and face. They held her arms at bay and wrangled her kicking legs as the Fox ran up to great his men.

     “Got your message at the police station,” the Fox laughed patting his number one man on the shoulder.

“I saw it and knew you’d come.”

     He then turned his attention to Bat Woman. “So how is this we have here?” he asked staring at the struggling woman.

     “I am Bat Woman! I fight evil like you and help those who need help!” she hissed trying to get free.

     “Well young lady, you have interfered in things beyond your control. Fetch me my bag,” he ordered. One of the men brought the Fox’s medical bag. The Fox pulled out a gauze cotton pad and a smoky brown bottle labeled Chloroform. He soaked the pad then approached Bat Woman.

     “Hold her men while I take care of her.” The men held the now panicked heroine tight as the Fox clamped the chloroform pad over her nose and mouth. Bat Woman’s eyes darted back and forth in her cowl. The men held on while she thrust and jerked about in desperation. Then her struggles slowed. The men lowered her to the dirt while the Fox kept the pad over her nose and mouth. Bat Woman’s eyes rolled up in her head and her eyelids grew heavy. Her eyes fluttered, then she slipped down asleep.

     “Leave her! She is no threat to us now. We must get back to our hideout and devise a plan to kidnap professor Marko,” the Fox ordered. The men dropped Bat Woman letting her shapely body fall to the ground like a tossed rag doll. The men got in the cars and sped off.

     After ten minutes or so Bat Woman began to come to. She let out a deep moan and clutched her head in dizziness. She staggered to her car like a drunk, shook off the drug’s effects and drove away.

     *     *     *

     “What are we going to do?” Walter said being his usual comedy relief self. “The Fox has escaped and the police are powerless to find him!”

     “Calm down Walter! He would not dare try and approach me now. He isn’t that brave,” the professor replied.

     “Don’t be so sure,” a sultry female voice said from the staircase. The men turned to see a bikini clad heroine standing on the landing.

     “Who are you and how did you get in here?!” the professor exclaimed being surprised and somewhat stunned at this woman’s body.

     “I am Bat Woman. I fight for justice and help those in need. That’s all you need to know for now,” the heroine replied walking down the stairs into the living room.

     “The Fox is an arrogant man. He will no doubt try and grab you seeing how he tried to grab you before.” Bat Woman explained.

     “Yes, he is a fanatic about the Mayan treasure. He needs financial capital to conduct his experiments and thinks the treasure is a quick way to make money. Sadly, the treasure is cursed by the Mayan mummy,” the professor explained.

     “Curse or no curse, I doubt that will scare off the Fox,” Bat Woman said. Walter couldn’t help staring down at the woman’s shapely ass as she talked. He shot the professor a big OK sign behind her back. The professor waved him off while she wasn’t looking.

     “Let me look around your house and make sure its secure,” Bat Woman said walking toward the study.

     “Yes, please do,” the professor replied. He grabbed Walter and pulled him close and whispered in his ear for a few moments. Walter shook his head knowingly. “I don’t know who she is but she maybe working for the Fox,” The professor said. Walter left for the lab and returned with his hands behind his back.

     “Your study has a lot of windows but it looks safe,” Bat Woman said walking up to the professor.

     “Thanks Bat Woman,” the professor replied. He nodded at Walter who immediately grabbed Bat Woman from behind and clamped a white rag over her nose and mouth. Bat Woman, taken by surprise, gulped down a large dose of chloroform that stunned her almost instantly. The professor grabbed a chair and forced Bat Woman to sit down. He took the rag from Walter and pointed at the drape cord. Walter grabbed the cord and bound the woman’s hands behind her back and to the chair.

     “Now whoa re you really?” the professor said dabbing the rag over her face to make her sleepy and docile.

     “What.. why… I’m.. I’m Bat Woman… why have you done this?” she stammered.

     “The Fox is clever. We don’t know who you are. How did you know the Fox escaped?” the professor asked.

     “I… I followed the bus.. fought his men… too many of them. They knocked me out… ran for it,” she stammered.

     “What do you think Walter,” the professor asked.

     “Sounds legit to me professor. She seems to know what she’s doing, that’s for sure,” Walter replied. They untied the heroine and helped her to her feet. “Sorry about that Bat Woman but I needed to know if I could trust you. The chloroform, if used correctly, makes a great truth drug.”

     “Ngghh… that’s Ok professor. A wise precaution. I know it’s hard to trust a woman in a mask but I must wear a mask to protect my identity. It makes my job much easier.” She said shaking her head of the drug’s effects. “Oh, here. This is a radio wristwatch. If you need my help, just call. It has a very long range,” Bat Woman pulled out a large watch from her belt and put it on the table.

     “I must go now but I will be nearby.” Bat Woman ran out the front door staggering slightly from the drug.

     “You just wanted to chloroform her didn’t you?” Walter said.

     “Um… yeah,” the professor smiled.

     *     *     *

     The gang of men snuck through the house ground and jimmied the veranda door open. They snuck inside and surrounded the door leading to the study. The lights were on and the professor and Walter were packing up papers.

     “Good idea getting out of town professor. The Fox will never find us out east.” Walter said. Both men finished up and turned off the lights. They walked out of the office when the Fox’s men jumped them from behind. The two men were inundated with punches and kicks from four men hounding them from all sides.

     Suddenly, Bat Woman rushed in though the front door and grabbed on of the men. Using her wrestling moves she got him in a headlock. A power knee kick sent the goon to the floor dazed and confused. She lunged at another and sent high kick to his face. The fight was more fair now and Bat Woman showed the goons her superior wrestling skills.

     Then two more men followed by the Fox himself entered through the veranda. The men piled on Bat Woman and held her while two more grabbed her legs. They punched her gut and back several times driving her down. In the darkness, a hand reached out holding a cotton wad soaked in chloroform and clamped down over the unsuspecting Bat Woman’s face. Men held her firmly as she was forced to suck down the fumes. A pile of four men massed Bat Woman down while the others rounded up the beaten professor and Walter and handcuffed them. The lights came on and the Fox walked up to the professor.

    “So, you thought I wouldn’t come for you eh professor,” the Fox replied punctuating his line with a cold slap across the professor’s face.

     The four men got up leaving Bat Woman unconscious on the tile floor with the chloroform rag sitting over her face. The Fox walked up and kicked her slightly. “Stupid idiot. Like I said earlier you are no match for me.”

     “Take the professor and his assistant to the truck. Leave the masked bimbo here for the police to find. Maybe they’ll think she kidnapped the professor,” the Fox ordered laughing at the anesthetized woman. The men forced their victims out to a large truck with a four seat cab. The Fox and his driver climbed up front while the professor and Walter were put in the rear seats with duct tape slapped over their mouths. The rest of the men piled in back of the truck.

     Bat Woman rolled over with a moan dropping the pad to the floor. The open door and the cool night air revived her. She got up and staggered out to her car, which was parked in the bushes, and she sped off after the truck.

     She easily caught up with the larger, slower truck and tried to pass it so she could cut it off. The Fox saw the woman in the mirror, rolled down the window and began shooting. The rear door to the truck opened and some of the men started shooting as well. Bat Woman put up a good driving fight almost making the truck run off the road on a few occasions.

     “Quick! Make a hard right!” ordered the Fox. The truck made a sharp right running down a windy dirt road and leaving Bat Woman to shoot past in a cloud of dust. She Slammed on her brakes and stalled out her engine. “There! That ditch! Pull into it quickly!” the Fox ordered.

     Bat Woman got her car going and headed down the winding dirt road. She saw the truck nose down in a ditch and got out of her car. “They must have crashed,” she thought sneaking up on the truck.

     Suddenly, four men rushed her from the bushes. She flung two of them with wrestling throws but two more rushed in and grabbed her. They quickly clamped a chloroform soaked handkerchief over her face. As the chloroform was forced over her face, her hands were handcuffed behind her back.

     “Quick! Get her in the truck and gag her!” ordered the Fox. “You men push her car into the bushes then get in.”

     Bat Woman was drugged until she was docile, then a handkerchief was stuffed in her mouth and a bandanna was tied around her mouth to keep it in place. They picked up the slowly struggling woman and pulled her into the back of the truck. Soon the truck was back on the road.

     In the back of the truck, the six men continued to struggle with Bat Woman. They tried to keep her on the floor but the woman kept kicking and body blocking them. They finally managed to hold her down. Hands held her firm, soft bare legs while arms wrapped around her stomach and chest. They held her for a bit then hands began to run up her thighs and legs, stroking her. A hand cupped her ass and squeezed her buttocks. At first she thought they were just trying to hold her. Then a hand grabbed her ample breast and began groping it.

     She felt some tension in her bra from behind then suddenly her bra burst open. Hands grabbed her bare breasts making Bat Woman scream in her gag. In the front, the gagged professor and Walter turned hearing the scream.

     “Gentlemen, don’t even think of doing anything,” the Fox said holding a gun on them. The two men turned back round unable to do anything about the screams in the back of the truck.

     Hands grabbed Bat Woman’s bikini pants and pulled them down exposing her muff. One of the men unzipped his pants and sank down between Bat Woman’s legs. The Fox grinned like a demon hearing Bat Woman’s scream knowing his men were abusing her. He turned to the driver and they both grinned. The professor and Walter sat helpless for two hours listening to Bat Woman’s screams as she was gang raped.

     The truck soon came to a stop in the night desert. The men climbed out pulling Bat Woman’s body with them. They swung her and tossed her into the sand along with her costume and belt and then the truck drove off. Bat Woman lay with her hands handcuffed behind her back and her ankles cuffed together. Her mouth was stuffed with her panties, which were soaked in chloroform and tied around her head by the straps.

     *     *     *

     Senorita Maria Sanchez stepped out of the shower and dabbed off her tan body. She dried her thick black hair and then looked at herself in the mirror. “Well at least I got their smell and juices off of me,” she huffed. Her breasts were still sore from the multiple hand grabs and her hips ached from being banged and slammed for hours.

     “They raped me! They can’t do THAT!” she screamed hitting the mirror knowing this thing might happen some day. She thought maybe one guy would get lucky but six at once was too overwhelming.

     “Plus that chloroform really puts my lights out. I must keep practicing to resist the effects when I can get some free time,” she said to herself taking out a small bottle of the anesthetic and looking at it then putting it back.

     She walked into her living room and opened a trunk hidden in a secret panel behind a wall. “I must find the Fox and save the professor before he carries out his scheme to get the Mayan treasure,” she said getting another Bat Woman bikini from the trunk. “At least they didn’t unmask me or they would have discovered I’m really Maria Sanchez the great female wrestler.”

     She sat for a moment putting on the rest of her costume. Then she got an idea, “The wrist radio!” She opened another panel, which flipped down to reveal some radio equipment. She worked for about a half hour till she located the watch’s signal. “Its in the desert, about two hours away. It looks like it’s near the old ruins at the border.” Without hesitation, Bat Woman ran for her car and took off south.

     *     *     *

     “Now professor Marko,” the Fox said pointing a gun, “tell me which anti-chamber the treasure is in!” He grabbed Walter and placed the gun to his gut with intent.

     “Ok! Ok! The treasure is in the far temple in the lower chamber. There are three levers on the wall. Throw them in the wrong order and you will bear the curse of the Mayan fertility goddess Questichlorotul” the professor said.

     “BAH! There is no curse you dolt! Now move!” the Fox ordered.

     “You three men, guard the entrance. And do what I told you earlier to stop any unwanted guests,” the Fox said back as some of his men. The group headed off while the three men went to work.

     Bat Woman stopped her car behind some stone blocks and snuck up on the main archway leading into the temple grounds. Two men stood smoking and looking bored. Bat Woman rushed up and landed a kick into one of the men’s groins sending him down hard. She blocked the other man’s punch and socked him back hard. Then, she flipped him with a wrestling throw. The third man showed up and tried to club her with his gun butt. She punched him in the face then put him in a neck hold, twisting his neck and choking him.

     The second man rushed in and punched Bat Woman sending her staggering a bit. She retaliated with a kick to his groin. The third man in the head lock lunged back making Bat Woman fall backward into the main entrance’s arch. The first man quickly lunged forward and pulled a rope. A net, buried in the sand across the archway entrance, snared Bat Woman and hoisted her up from ropes. The men rushed in and grabbed the struggling woman, holding her firm and pulverized her with punches.

     One of the men pulled out a small, smoky brown bottle and a thick cotton pad. He soaked the cotton then walked toward Bat Woman, who was frantic seeing the pad. Held firmly, she could not fight the pad being forced over her nose and mouth. Bat Woman struggled violently but the fumes sapped her strength fast. The men let her down and pulled her out of the net. They then released her and she dropped to all fours.

     “Looks like the Senorita doesn’t like this stuff,” laughed one of the men. She tried to crawl away still dazed and dizzy from the anesthetic. The man dabbed the cotton over her face every once in a while making her sway and swoon. Finally, the bikini-clad heroine fell to the sand unconscious. The three men looked at the honey brown tanned woman lying in the hot California sun and couldn’t stop staring at her body.

     One of the men walked over, grabbed her arms and pinned them over her head as they heard her moan back into consciousness. As she revived, another unzipped his pants and climbed on her chest. “This Senorita has such grande melons,” he laughed grabbing Bat Woman’s tits. He popped her bra clasp then pulled off her bra exposing her large, natural, brown breasts. He then went wild mauling and groping her breasts. The third man grabbed her shapely tan legs and began groping them.

     “NO! Don’t!” Bat Woman writhed hissing and snarling as the men groped and molested her body. Then the man on her chest pulled out his cock, mashed her breasts together and started to slam his penis between her cleavage. “I can tell the Senorita has never had a child. Her tits are so plump and full,” the man laughed slamming his cock between her breasts and making them slosh like water balloons.

     “Ce, I’d love to be the little muchacho who gets to suck from those,” laughed another man.

     The man on her chest arched back and groaned. His cock exploded all over Bat woman’s tits and face making the heroine gasp in horror and disgust. The man holding her legs flipped Bat Woman onto her stomach and pawed her ass. “This is what I like!” he said slobbering as he pulled her bikini pants down to reveal her jiggling tan lined ass. The man undid his pants and climbed on top of Bat Woman. He pressed his penis into her anus then drove his rock hard cock deep into her ass.

     “NO! HMMBLM!” Before Bat Woman could scream in protest, the cotton was clamped back over her face. “Shhh Senorita,” the man holding her arms said. Bat Woman’s eyes went from fire to ice to haze in a few moments. The man behind her then reared back and groaned. His cock exploded in her ass oozing cum over her cheeks.

     “Now this is what I like,” the man holding her arms said pulling away the cotton and running his fingers over her lipstick-covered lips. Bat Woman soon found her lips parted and her mouth stuffed. She was too drugged and dazed to resist her mouth being raped. One of the men moved behind her and pressed his cock into her vagina. “Maybe we make a little muchacho right now.” All the men laughed.

     *     *     *

     The Fox shoved the professor at the three switches in the huge anti-chamber. The interior was huge with several large mummy coffins surrounding the chamber. In the middle was a large square stone casket and the head of the room had human sized mummy casket. The Fox walked up to the casket at the front and examined it. “Ah the Mayan Goddess of fertility, Questichlorotul?” the Fox asked.

    “Yes but that casket was for fertility rights. Supposedly it had some mystical powers,” the professor replied.

     “Well it looks ornate but of no use to me. I need the treasure and I assume it’s in the center casket where king Nimus is buried,” the Fox said. He walked up to the professor and smacked him. “Ok professor. The curse is absurd but I’m sure this thing is booby-trapped. You’re going to be my booby. Now open the casket I say or your friend dies!”

     The professor went to work studying the levers trying to figure out the correct pattern. Suddenly, the three men from outside came in pushing Bat Woman. The heroine was stripped of her bikini and was bound and gagged. “Look what we caught boss.”

     “Ah, the bothersome Bat Woman,” the Fox said walking up to the naked heroine. “See you’ve been treated well,” he laughed looking at her cum stained chest and hips. “I’d unmask you but your identity is of no concern to me. Plus you are no danger to me now. My men will have their pleasure with you once we are done here. Then you and the others can spend the rest of your lives locked in this tomb.” The Fox laughed cupping her breast. As he talked, Bat Woman worked her ropes.

     “Aren’t you done yet?” the Fox screamed at the professor. “You’re stalling!”

     “NO! I’m… I just can’t figure out the combination,” the professor replied.

     “BAH!” the Fox marched up and threw a lever. Everyone stopped as the room went silent. “See, nothing happened.” The Fox then went crazy throwing switches right and left.

     Suddenly, the casket at the head of the room began to open. The men drew their guns and backed away. A female mummy covered in bandages came staggering out with arms extended.

     “Unbelievable! Shoot her!” the Fox ordered.

     The men opened fire spraying the mummy with bullets. The bullets merely passed through the mummy and only managed to make her stagger a bit. She walked up to the closest man and grabbed him. He immediately shrieked in pain and fell to the floor, His body aged then dried up into a husk.

     “You idiot Fox! You’ve doomed us all!” the professor yelled jumping the fox and wrestling with him for his gun.

     Suddenly Bat Woman let out a high kick that sent the man next to her staggering. She pulled her arms free and let another have it in the jaw with a punch. The other men were too occupied shooting the mummy to notice Bat Woman’s escape. Another shriek announced the death of another henchman. Bat Woman flipped both men then untied herself completely.

     “Walter! Get outside quickly!” Bat Woman ordered. Walter made a beeline for the door. Two of the men rushed the mummy and tried to wrestle her. One clubbed her from behind with his gun butt while the other punched her with his pistol. She grabbed the one in front while Bat Woman rushed the other. The front man yelled and decayed right in her arms. Bat Woman and the other man fought. She grabbed him and used a wrestling move that threw him into the mummy. The mummy’s grasp sucked his life force and he dropped.

     Bat Woman squared off against the mummy. She lunged at the mummyand planted both feet on the mummy’s chest pushing the mummy back toward her casket. The mummy swung at Bat Woman smacking the heroine down. The mummy reached down and grabbed Bat Woman by the shoulders and they both began to wrestle each other.

     “Looks like this mummy can only kill men,” she thought holding her own.

     “Ah, you are a fine woman. So healthy and beautiful,” the mummy hissed.

     “Bat Woman! Stay away from her! She’s the fertility Goddess!” the professor yelled still struggling with the Fox.

     The mummy increased her grip and nearly lifted Bat Woman off her feet. She tossed the heroine up and into her own casket. Before Bat Woman could act, several lengths of bandages came out of nowhere and wrapped themselves around the heroine. They coiled her legs and arms and pulled her into the casket. Soon Bat Woman was wrapped with several bandages into a shapely, writhing mass. She fought to break free but the bandages were too strong. Suddenly, several lengths wrapped around her nose and mouth.

     “MBLM! Some kind of ether in the bandages…. Can’t think straight,” Bat Woman thought being gagged and now slowly anesthetized. Bat Woman’s struggles began to slow. She looked over and saw a large, intricately carved, curved protrusion in the door at hip level facing inward that look a lot like a symbolic dildo.

     “You will make a fine maiden indeed,” the mummy hissed again. She waved her bandaged arm and suddenly the dildo began to glow. An eerie green light surrounded it. The Bat Woman gasped seeing some sort of ethereal goo sprout from the tip and dribble off. Bat Woman went wild struggling to escape. Then the casket door began to slowly creak shut.    

     The professor looked over at Bat Woman and gasped. “NO! If the door closes, Bat Woman is DOOMED!”

     The Fox seized the moment and clubbed the good professor from behind. “Ha you idiot! So what if that masked moron is doomed. You should have saved yourself. I’ll just leave you for the mummy.” The Fox laughed. He looked up and saw Bat Woman wiggling and twisting against the bandages with the door and its deadly attachment growing nearer. He rushed up to the casket and pulled out a small bottle and a handkerchief. He soaked it thoroughly with Bat Woman watching in horror.

     “Sorry Bat Woman, but I just gotta know what happens,” the Fox laughed planting the chloroform rag over her face. Bat Woman screamed and pleaded but she was already too exhausted to put up much of a fight. Her eyes fluttered then she sank back. The Fox tied the anesthetic soaked rag over her face and stepped back laughing.

     Suddenly, a bandaged hand grabbed his shoulder. He spun around and stared the mummy right in the face. As she held him by the shoulders, the Fox began to age and shrivel. He screamed a horrible wail as his body shriveled and turned to dust. “Infidel!” the mummy hissed.

     Bat Woman continued to fight the drug and her peril. The door closed enough now that the dildo pressed into her vagina. She screamed as the pressure forced the ornate item into her. The chloroform and heavy panting were too much and Bat Woman slipped unconscious with a deep moan of ecstasy. Then the casket closed completely.

     “Yes, just a few moments now,” the mummy said running her hands over the casket and chanting. She could hear Bat Woman moaning and her chants would force the seed of her king Nimus to fertilize the masked woman so he could be resurrected once more.

     Walter rushed back into the temple and helped the professor. “Where’s Bat Woman?” he asked shaking the professor.

     “Dear LORD!” the professor jumped on the levers and began throwing them in the correct order. Suddenly the casket began to open.

     “NO!” screamed the mummy. The casket opened and the dildo popped out of Bat Woman just as its ethereal seed exploded from its tip. The spray covered Bat Woman’s pelvis then disappeared like a ghost.

     The mummy made a beeline right for the professor who kept the main stone block between her and him. Walter ran up and untied Bat Woman who was still dazed and disoriented from the drug and getting reamed. The heroine saw the professor in trouble and rushed the mummy. Being a woman she was immune to the mummy’s power but not her strength. The two wrestled, rolling around like cats fighting.

     Suddenly the temple began to shake. “Quick, the place is going to collapse!” the professor yelled.

     Bat Woman was still too drugged and drained and the mummy tossed her around like a rag doll. Bat Woman lay dazed at her feet and the mummy raised its fists to beat her to death. Then a stone block fell on the mummy pounding her to the floor. Bat Woman staggered over to the professor and they all ran out of the temple just as it collapsed.

     “Good thing you were here Bat Woman,” the professor said as all three cleared the temple and the grounds and watched the temple cave in.

     “Yes, it took a woman to beat the curse,” Walter added leering at Bat Woman’s sexy body.

     Bat Woman picked up her discarded bikini panties and bra and began to dress. “Just glad to help gentlemen. Helping the weak and innocent is my duty as a heroine.”

     “That was a brave thing you did Senorita. That mummy’s casket might have done you in,” the professor said.

     “Or worse. Lord knows what that ethereal goo was or what it would have happened if you hadn’t have thrown those switches,” Bat Woman added kind of turned on and chilled at the same time at the prospect.

     “Well we won’t be seeing the Fox again, that’s for sure,” Walter said wiping his brow.  Both men watched Bat Woman wiggle her bikini panties up over her curvy wide hips and grinned. They all three walked toward the cars with Bat Woman staggering from her drugged attack.

     “Here, let me,” Walter said grabbing Bat Woman around the waist and steadying her.

     “Ngh! Chloroform makes me so dizzy. Sorry about being a pain but could you help me to my car?” Bat Woman asked.

     “Why certainly,” the professor said. “Wait, what’s that on your face?” he asked bringing up a handkerchief to wipe her face.

     “What? Some dirt? What…mmmmblm!” The professor pressed the cloth over her nose and mouth while Walter held her firmly. Too much chloroform had taken its toll and the heroine blacked out almost immediately with a deep sigh.

     “You did that on purpose didn’t you?” Walter said with a grin. The professor smiled. On the way back to town the two took turns putting Bat Woman under as she came to, watching her bikini clad tan body jiggle as she slept.

 

End.