The Raven Takes Wing by Duet  

PART ONE: 

     Catherine "Kate" Windrunner was tired as she locked the door of 
the small shop that acted as the classroom for her self defense class.  It 
had been hot lately in Dallas,  and that had the gangs acting up, and 
that, in turn, had made her clients nervous, which in turn led to a very 
stressful session. 

          She was dressed for the weather, a pink t-shirt, tied under her 
breasts, that left her belly bare, and a pair of cutoff jean shorts, with 
sandals on her feet. She walked down the corrdor  of the mall, heading 
for the main doors and the parking lot.  It was a "limbo" time; most of  
the businesses were closed, but the night secuity and janitors hadn't yet 
arrived. 

          Kate had nearly reached the exit when she passed a small 
bookstore.    She knew the girl who worked there, a busty redhead 
named Carol.  Kate saw that the back light was on, and the door was 
ajar, though the "closed" sign was up, and the front lights were off.  
'Maybe she fell  and got hurt' thought Kate, as she went inside. 

     Kate moved through the door, and towards the back of the store.  
She didn't notice that the  door closed all the way behind her, its lock 
automatically engaging.  She moved through the  dark aisles to the 
back room, and looked inside. 

     Kate saw Carol, and 5 men.  All of the men were white, the 
smallest 5'10, the largest over 6'4.  They were dressed in black, with 
the colors of a local gang, the Thunderbolts.  One of them  held 
Carol's arms behind her, the others were grinning. 

     One, the apparent leader, said "Now you'll find out what happens to 
girls who fuck around on me...we're gonna party with you, slut, and 
when we're through, you'll be lucky if you can walk." 

     Kate gasped as she heard that, and almost as one person, the gang 
members spun around, and saw her.  Everyone became silent for a 
minute...and then Kate broke the silence by asking, "Carol, Jimmy the 
daytime security guard and his friend are waiting for us, outside.  
Remember?  We promised we'd go out for drinks with them after 
work?  Unless you've got a private party going on . . ." 

     "Gash", the gang leader, smirked and said, "I don't know who you 
are, bitch, but you've just bought yourself a whole lot of trouble!"  Two 
of the larger gang members, grinning evilly, started moving toward 
Kate.  As she instinctively began backing up (more room to maneuver 
back in the store), she bumped into something!  Something hard!  
Suddenly, two beefy hands grabbed her arms, the long fat fingers 
completely encircling her biceps.  Effortlessly, her unseen enemy lifted 
Kate off the floor as the other two approached.  "Ain't cha heard o' 
lookouts, bitch?" Gash snarled.  "Anyone else out there Sonny?" 

     "The mall is empty, Gash," replied the voice behind Kate. 

     As the two gang-bangers got near Kate, she kicked forward with 
both feet.  The momentum launched the sandals off her feet like a pair 
of cruise missles flying from the deck of a Navy warship.  A sandal hit 
each thug in the face, causing them to flinch or turn away, giving Kate 
precious seconds to act.  

     Kate knew that she had to act quickly before the two gang bangers 
could grab her, but the suprise her kicks had elicted helped.  She 
quickly threw an elbow back into Sonny and suprised him, a  
*whoosh* of air from his lungs resulting, and he released her.  She 
took advantge of that and moved at the two gangers in front of her. 

     The first one grinned, and swung a fist at her.  His grin turned to 
suprise, though, as first she blocked the fist, and then did a quick drop-
and-pivot, swinging her leg around behind his, her heel hitting him 
behind the knee, dropping him.  She quickly dropped to one knee and 
hit him in the side of the head with a precise strike, her fist balled, 
impacting him above and forward his ear, knocking him out. 

     Kate then did a tight forward somersault, ending on her feet, with a 
front kick.  She wasn't suprised when he deflected that kick, in fact she 
was expecting it.  She spun off the block, doing a complete circle, then 
kicked out again.   

     However, she hadn't accounted for Sonny.  As her left foot left  the 
floor, he grabbed her from behind.  One of his arms encircled hers, 
pinning her right arm to her side.  His other arm gabbed her left 
forearm.  She gasped, feeling his massive arms on her, as her left leg 
was up in the air, the other leg on the floor.  Sonny's right arm, 
wrapped around her right arm and pinning it to her chest, was rapidly 
squeezing the air from her lungs!  His other hand was cruelly twisting 
her left arm backward, behind them both, into an impossible angle.  
She grimaced in pain, feeling like he would dislocate her shoulder!  
Then, as suddenly as the pain had begun, is faded away!  In fact, she 
sensed that she was able to lock her shoulder and prevent Sonny from 
twisting her arm further.  As for the pain in her chest and right arm, 
that too faded.  She felt a 'flush', maybe some kind of adrenaline rush, 
which seemed to be energizing her for the fight! 

     Just then the other gang banger pulled a switchblade from his hip 
pocket, 'snicked' out the blade, and stepped forward.  For Kate, the 
next few seconds seemed to drag on for hours.  Almost in a detached 
fashion, she analyzed the situation and decided to stop the 'blade 
warrior' before dealing with Sonny (she still had not seen Sonny's 
face!).  Still balanced on the tip of her right foot, she deftly kicked 
toward the hand with the knife.  Just as she did this, though, Sonny 
turned wrenched her left arm violently backward, turning her body 
slightly to the left.  While Kate was amazed that this still did not cause 
her any pain, she also saw that the kick had missed the knife! 

     Beyond all reason, the 4" long knife blade was raked across Kate's 
bare midriff by the gang member.  Wincing, in anticipation of pain, 
Kate suddenly realized that SHE FELT NO PAIN!?!  Looking first at 
her knife-wielding attacker, then at her stomach, both realized that 
though the blade had been dragged across her stomach, it had done no 
harm! 

     Sonny, meanwhile, was cranking Kate's arm like the handle on an 
old-fashioned ice cream making machine.  Her arm was yanked and 
twisted to what would have been impossible angles for anyone else; for 
Kate, the only concern was how to get leverage with the arm to do 
something.  At a loss, she did the only riposte she could - her head 
slammed backward and up, catching Sonny in the chin.  HARD!  

     Her large nemesis grunted and staggered backward a few steps.  
While his grip had not eased, Kate felt . . . she "sensed" a weakness in 
him, and thrashed her head backward again.  Unbeknownst to her, 
Sonny had backed to the door jamb for support.  When Kate's second 
head-butt landed, his head was smashed backward into the jamb with 
incredible force.  Her head, this time, had connected not with his hard 
chin, but with his large pulpy nose.  Blood surged from broken vessels, 
out the nose, and down Sonny's throat, gagging him. 

     The lad with the knife, having recovered from the shock of seeing 
his blade do no damage to the girl's stomach, shifted the grip to a 
stabbing one and charged Kate.  The full force of his overhand strike 
brought the point of the blade to the girl's chest, between her breasts, 
in a loud "smack".  Now, if he had hit a wooden plank with as much 
force as he used against this girl's chest, the knife blade would have 
penetrated at least 3" into the wood.  No doubt about the power behind 
his swing.  Yet, again, the fighters were astounded as the steel blade 
SNAPPED, a segment at least 2" broke off the blade and fell to the 
ground between her legs.  The remnants of the knife twisted in junior's 
hand, and managed to slash his own arm "on the rebound"!  Wasting 
not a second, Kate kicked out again, this time with her right foot, and 
nailed the dude's cojones.  The impact seemed to lift him several 
inches off the ground, and he landed back a foot or so, on his butt.  
Hard.  He was now "officially" out of THIS fight, his family jewels 
feeling to him like they'd been smashed flat. 

     All this had happened in maybe 10 intense seconds.  "Gash", the 
gang leader, and his two remaining cronies, who until now had been 
observing this fight, decided to "get off the sidelines".  One loser 
turned and streaked out the rear door of the shop, into a service 
corridor in the mall.  Gash and Jonesy, the other gang member, rushed 
toward Kate and Sonny.  Carol had been pushed to one side, ignored 
for the moment by Gash and Jonesy. 

     By now, Sonny was clearly out of the fight, gagging loudly on the 
blood pouring down his throat.  Although he still held the girl's arm, 
still had one massive arm which reached around her right side, across 
her front (below her breasts), and gripped her on the left side of her rib 
cage, there was no strength left in his grip.  Well, there was enough 
grip left to provide Kate with a firm base from which to continue using 
her legs.  She quickly jammed both of her heels downward, with all 
her strength, into the tops of Sonny's boots.  His grip weakened still 
more,  giving her enough freedom to drop downward, turning toward 
her left.  She held onto his right arm as she did so, and effected a 
successful shoulder throw.  As she lowered herself, she turned to the 
left and "rolled" Sonny over her back toward Gash and Jonesy.  At the 
top of the arc, across her back, Kate stood upright and yanked harder 
on Sonny's right arm.  His butt and legs were now flying toward the 
others, and before either could react, the man-mountain crashed into 
them, sending them sprawling. 

     Kate, still bent from her shoulder toss, was panting, trying to catch 
her breath, as she watched her "toss" scatter the gang members like ten 
pins.  Just as she started to rise and face Gash and Jonesy (who, by 
now, were lying on the ground with the other gang members), Gash 
pulled a 'Saturday Night Special' from a holster under his arm pit.  
Before Kate could do anything, Gash "popped" two quick shots at the 
girl's chest.  Carol screamed when the gun went off, Jonesy began 
laughing, and all Kate could think was "Oh, SHIT!!!" 

     The first .38 caliber round hit Kate right between her breasts; the 
second landed above her left breast, and the impact shoved her back 
into the wall.  While everyone waited a second or two for the sound to 
stop reverbing in the small room, and for the smoke to clear, Kate, 
astounded, realized that though she had taken two shots to her chest, 
was UNHURT!  "Un-fucking-BELIEVABLE!" she thought.  

     Well, Jonesy may have been a street gang thug, but he wasn't 
exactly stupid.  Close, but not EXACTLY stupid.  When he saw the 
girl was had taken two slugs to her chest and yet was still on her feet, 
and not bleeding, he said "I'm outta here!" and literally crawled past 
her, out the door.  Amazed at what had happened, Kate only watched 
Jonesy's hasty retreat; she was so fazed she could not react against the 
boy as he passed her. 

     Gash, on the other hand, shrugged off this turn of events.  "Shit 
happens", he thought.  He also thought that he didn't want any part of 
some chick who could take a knife to the stomach, and TWO bullets 
(well, okay, they WERE just lead rounds - not hollow points, not even 
metal-jacketed).  Looking sheepishly at Carol and Kate, Gash dropped 
the gun and fled out the back door of the store.  Three gang members 
still lied on the floor, victims of Kate's martial arts skills. 

     Grabbing Carol's hand, Kate YANKED the girl to her feet and 
dragged her out through the store into the mall.   Without pausing, the 
women fled the mall, and raced to Carol's car.  Kate pushed her friend 
inside, grabbed Carol's keys from her shaking hands, and drove her 
home.   Carol was in shock, it seemed and Kate got her home without 
incident.  She never mentioned what had happened in the back room 
of the bookstore. 

     After leaving Carol at her home, Kate took a city bus back to the 
mall to collect her motorcycle. Unlatching the helmet from the helmet 
lock, and removing the "Kryptonite" bike lock, she hopped on her 
small Honda 450cc "Rebel" and drove home, and went inside, locking 
her door.  On the ride home, and after her arrival there, she had gone 
over the events of the evening in her mind, not knowing how it (or 
WHAT) had happened, but realized that she wasn't "normal".  Normal 
people don't stop knife and bullet attacks with bare skin, leaving no 
marks.  She should be dead...yet wasn't...and that amazed her. 

     Kate stayed home the next couple days, thinking, and trying to 
figure out why she had not been harmed, but she couldn't.  During her 
second night at home, she saw a story, on CNN, about Wonder 
Woman.  "I could do that too" she thought. 

     She decided to give it a try, and over the next couple weeks she 
worked on a costume.  Finally, she had one...a tight black lycra top, 
and a matching mini skirt, with skimpy little black ankle boots, and 
black lace panties. 

     Then, she got up enought courage one muggy night to go out on 
her first patrol.  She slid the panties on, then the top, and skirt.  After 
donning her boots, helmet, and gloves, and she slid out of her 
efficiency apartment, into the night, and hopped onto her "Rebel" to 
begin stalking the back alleys of Dallas, looking for wrongs to right. 

     PART TWO: 

     Kate's motorcycle sped along the LBJ freeway, turning off onto the 
Central Texas  Expressway toward the University Park area of Dallas.  
There had been news reports,  the past few days, about a rapist 
stalking the "Yuppie" zone around the Southern  Methodist University 
campus.  Apparently, every few nights, someone was snatching  young 
coeds, tying them up with rope, and raping them viciously.  Despite 
patrols by  police and campus cops, no rapes had been interrrupted.  
Now, if ever there was a dude  who needed to be stopped by a super-
heroine, this guy was number one with a bullet!   And Kate, reviewing 
the news stories, realized that a rape occurred every time there was  a 
basketball game on campus! 

     As her little Honda "Rebel" ran down the freeway, bouncing over 
asphalt heaves and  chuckholes, Kate's little black skirt would flop up, 
baring her thighs and panties.  There  had been rain this afternoon in 
the area; bits of water still pooled in low spots on the  road.  Every 
time she roared through one, water splashed upward, wetting her 
thighs and  panties, and eliciting a "Oooo!" or "Yipe!" from Kate.   
Male drivers in passing cars,  seeing the foxy young lady on her bike 
(and probably her panties, as well), smiled or gave  a "thumbs up" as 
they passed her.  At least, in this muggy heat, the water felt cool on 
her  skin.  Even now, after ten p.m., the temperature was still over 90 
degrees! 

     "I'll bet Wonder Woman never had to suffer like this, on patrol!" 
Kate mused.  "I oughta  write the Superheroines' Union.  Hmm, I'd 
need a name, though."  As she thought about a  name for her new 
"persona", she reflected upon how much it felt like she was flying, as  
she roared down the road, bouncing into the air when she hit the 
larger asphalt strips, her  skirt flying upward, hair streaming backward 
out from under the cop-like half-helmet.   "Hmmm," she mused.  "I 
feel like I'm flying.  Maybe a bird name . . .  Eagle?  Hawk?   Oohh!  
Black hair, black outfit.  RAVEN!!" 

     The "new" superheroine, "Raven", eased her bike off the 
expressway onto westbound Lovers  Lane, and headed toward the 
SMU campus.  She pulled the bike to a halt on a side street  near the 
campus and parked the bike.  As she got off the saddle, she stretched 
her arms  upward, then bent backward as far as she could, to work the 
kinks out of her back muscles.   As she attached her helmet to its lock 
on the bike, and put the "Kryptonite" lock around the bike chain, she 
thought back to how cool the water had felt when it splashed her on 
the  freeway.  "Hmm," she thought, "I don't really need these boots if 
I'm just going to walk  around - after all, I'm INVULNERABLE!  And 
the occasional pool of water or wet grass will  feel good on a hot night 
like this."   Raven slipped off her little ankle boots, and her  riding 
gloves, and stashed them in the helmet.   She put the bike key into the 
runner's allet she wore on her wrist; it also held her drivers' license 
and some money. 

     "Time to hunt the bad guys!" she said, and turned toward the 
campus. 

     Raven moved into the dark night, her clothes helping her blend 
into the shadows of the  campus.  She moved slowly, unfamiliar with 
the SMU campus since this was her first time  here.  As she moved 
deeper onto the campus, she thought about what she had heard about 
the rapist.  "He likes to strike when the basketball game is here, but, he 
can't be too close  to the arena, or he would have been caught by 
now...so he must work away from there." 

     Her logic perfect, at least to herself,  Raven moved into the 
darkness, away from the  more travelled areas of the night, into the 
less crowded areas of the darkened campus.   She slid into the wooded 
part of the campus, near where some of the attacks had taken  place.  
"Not a cop in sight!" she said to herself, disgusted at the lax security. 

     "Where would I hide...if I were a rapist?" she thought to herself.  
"Probably someplace  dark..and scary...and hidden...but...it would have 
to be near a path, so that the victim  would be accessable."  Pleased 
with her logic, she started to cut through the woods,   looking for a 
likely spot.  Raven walked through the dark woods, feeling the soft 
grass  under her feet, and she liked that feel.  It was still quite warm, 
but at least the humditiy  was down.  At the same time, though, she 
noticed that when walking across grassy areas,  her feet seemed to 
tingle; not an itch, and not too uncomfortable, but not something she 
could ignore or tolerate, either, she thought.   

     After walking around the campus for a while, Raven began to tire.  
Although she had felt  'pumped' when she started this patrol, on 
another adrenalin rush like the one she felt when  she fought in the 
bookstore, now she seemed to feel fatigued, drained.  This didn't make  
sense; she was an invulnerable superheroine and just walking around 
shouldn't make her feel  so tired.  "Maybe," she thought, "it's just past 
my bed time."   She found a mud-and-grass  path that ran through the 
darkest patch of  the woods, and, with a grin, she headed down it.  
"Must be a shortcut the students use between classes." she thought  to 
herself.  "I'll set myself up as bait, and when he tried to get me, I'll 
take care of  him,  instead." she  thought smugly.  "One or two passes, 
then back to the bike; guess my theory about the  basketball games was 
wrong.  Then I'd better head home, rest for tomorrow's  patrol." 

     Eric saw the girl walking down the path...looking like one of the 
typical rich-bitch coeds,   a total slut with a tight top, and a little skirt 
that swayed in the wind.  She would be  perfect he decided.  She 
DESERVED to be "put in her place."  

     Raven was moving slowly down the path, apparently lost in 
thought, when something leaped  from the woods to her side, grabbing 
for her arm.  She moved inside the grab, her arm  shooting out in a 
short jab, hitting his arm, deflecting it.  She continued turning inside  
his reach and her other hand came around in a hook, clipping him 
soundly on the side of   his neck, and he dropped, moaning. 

     She grinned, and bent over him, skirt riding high.  "Thought I was 
just a helpless girl  didn't  you" she said arrogantly.  "Well, Mr. Rapist, 
you'll soon be resting in jail,  courtesy of  'THE RAVEN'!" 

     Behind her, a second figure stepped out of the shadows.  "Who 
WAS this slut?" Jessie thought,  as he saw her standing over his 
partner, gloating. "It didn't matter...she was just a cunt" he thought, 
watching her panty-clad ass as she bent over, sliding his short rope 
into his hand,  and crept behind the girl. 

     "YEEEE-HAAAAHH!" Jessie laughed, dropping the lariat over the 
girl's shoulders and cruelly cinching the knot against the small of her 
back.  At the same time, he yanked back on the  rope, first pulling 
Raven upright, then toppling her onto her butt as her feet slipped from 
underneath her on the wet, muddy, grassy track.  Jessie dragged the 
girl backward a foot or  so, then expertly twirled the rope around her 
arms and chest a few more times, cinching it tightly.   He next 
dropped quickly to one knee and slipped a loop around the girl's left 
hand.  His other hand wrenched her other hand behind her back and in 
seconds  had both wrists secured by the rope.   

     "Damn,  I'm good!" Jessie exulted.  "Got this'un hog-tied in one 
second, I'll bet!" 

     Raven had been admiring how quickly she'd stopped the campus 
rapist, and was about to go for  the police when she suddenly sensed 
another person nearby.  As she started to straighten, she suddenly felt 
something swish by her face.  In a heartbeat, she suddenly felt her 
arms pinned  to her sides, then felt a lump in the small of her back.  
Another heartbeat,  and she was on  her butt, on the track, sliding 
backward!  Before she could even think,  she saw more of a rope 
twirling around her torso, tightening.  Suddenly, she felt her hands 
being yanked, pulled  behind her back, and tied with something (more 
rope?). 

     The next thing she knew, she was roughly dragged into the bushes.  
She finally saw who the second antagonist was - A COP!  Well, a 
'rent-a-cop', actually.  THAT'S how the 'rapist' got away; she realized.  
BOTH were 'rent-a-cops'.  They just said "Nope, didn't see nuthin'" 
when asked by the cops about any suspicious characters.  And they 
were only on campus when 'rented' for the night! 

     The second thought that came to her was that she suddenly felt 
VERY odd!  The parts of her skin that touched the rope, or the wet 
grass, seemed to be almost on fire.  While she had started  the night 
"pumped" on adrenaline, or whatever, she seemed to be getting more 
and more fatigued as the seconds slipped by.  What the Hell was 
happening here? 

     She felt herself dropped down onto the grass in the bushes, still 
trying to figure out what  was wrong with her.  Her skirt had ridden 
high as she was pulled, her legs dragged through  the grass.  They now 
had that burning sensation, the same one as in her wrists. 

     A figure moved past her, heading back to the trail...the rent-a-
cop...she thought.  A couple moments later they were both back, and 
she felt a tremble of fear as eyes rode over her body,  her breasts 
pressed against her top, skirt up around her waist...and now, not only 
was she feeling weak, parts of her skin were feeling... .warm.... ..on 
FIRE...what was wrong with her?  This wasn't at all like the warm, 
internal heat she felt when she had fought in the bookstore. 

     The one she had knocked down came over, grabbed her by the hair, 
and lifted her head, then slapped her hard.  She felt the sting of the 
blow, and fell onto her back in the wet grass.   Her eyes were watering, 
having difficulty focusing.  And that slap had HURT!  How was this 
possible?  She hardly felt the bullet and the gun in the bookstore, but 
this man's slap had hurt, damnit! 

     Eric grinned.  "I'm going to really enjoy this piece of ass, man"  he 
said to Jessie. "She was real tough, she thought, but now she's just like 
all the other sluts...she'll squeal just like they did." 

     Jessie laughed.  "Let's get her tressed up right, then you can pick 
her pussy or her mouth, and I'll take the other." 

     Raven couldn't believe how they were talking about her, so crudely, 
and as if she wasn't even there...if she wasn't tied, she'd kick some ass.  
But she was tied, and well tied, she could barely move her arms, and 
why was she her skin so warm???  What was happening to her 
"invulnerability"??? 

     Eric walked over to grab her feet, and spread them, so they could 
tie her good and then have some fun.  He bent over to grab her ankle, 
and she kicked, as hard as she was able.  Her foot snapped into his 
jaw, and he bit his tongue, staggering back, and tripping over a 
branch.  His arms windmilled, and he fell back, his head hitting the 
ground hard, knocking him out. 

     Kate (she didn't feel like a "Raven") grinned as she saw him 
fall...one down, one to go...but Jessie had moved quicker, grabbing her 
ankles, then sitting on her legs, pinning them to the ground.  Now 
Kate was scared, as she had no leverage, and could feel the rapist's 
throbbing cock through his pants.  Her heart raced, her breathing 
became faster, and she tried to figure out what to do next. 

     Jessie looked over the lucious trapped figure.  He wouldn't have to 
share her now.  Then, as  he looked at her more closely his eyes 
widened.  This chick was the one who messed up Gash's boys!  He 
could tell from her looks, and how she had moved when she took down 
Eric the first time....how much would Gash give her for him, all 
trussed up....   Then again, she looked like a good lay....take her...or 
give her to him....what to do...what  to do.... 

     Kate gulped, scared, her eyes looking over the rent-a-cop's belt, and 
seeing the handcuffs there...her mind thought..."please don't let him 
notice my feet...my toes...I'd go crazy were  he to discover that's my 
weak spot..." 

     Jessie thought about what he should do...his hand idly stroking her 
thigh while he decided.  "What the Hell, she's here, I'm here, and Gash 
won't mind if I have a piece of her," Jessie decided.  As he said that, 
he got a stronger erection from the fear he saw in the girl's eyes.  
Grinning evilly, he pulled a buck knife from a sheath on his belt, 
opened it, and leaned  toward Kate.  "Since it's just you and me, chica, 
I want to make sure you don't get too loud." 

     With that, he leaned forward more and slid the knife blade up 
between the front of her thigh  and her panties.  With one deft stroke, 
he cut one side of her panty, then repeated on the  other leg, and 
yanked the black lace panties from under her butt.  After making a 
swift  sniff, he rammed the damp panties into the girl's mouth, forcing 
her back onto the grass  in the process. 

     By now, Kate felt as if her back was on fire.  Her bare arms and 
shoulders, the parts of her back between her skirt and top, and now 
everything from her butt downward felt like it was on fire.  Like fire 
ants, or, or ... what?  Something was burning her backside.  She could 
almost HEAR a crackling sound under her back.  And the parts of her 
skin that were in contact with  the rope burned even more, if that was 
possible!  WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER???  Her vision was 
becoming more groggy, her struggles less effective, as this pig sat on 
her chest, and shoved  her panties into her mouth.   

     "Spit this out, bitch, and I'll cut your throat at the first peep!  You 
clear?" Jessie asked  the terrified girl.  When she nodded agreement, 
he stood up and rolled the girl over onto her belly.  He bent to cut the 
rope on her wrists, to replace it with handcuffs, when he saw  little 
sparkles all along her back. 

     "Damn, what IS THIS SHIT!?" he asked the gagged girl.  He stood 
quickly, looking at the mini-fireworks playing down the girl's 
backside.  Pinpricks of light sparkled all over her backside, matched 
by brighter sparkles where the rope was on her arms and wrists.   

     Now that her front was on the grass, adding new areas of pain to 
her, Kate began to moan with increasing vigor.  "Nnnh ... NNnnhh ... 
NNNnnhH .... NNNNHHHHH!!!" she cried, the pain becoming 
unbearable.  She was rapidly losing consciousness from the pain. 

     Jessie was getting more and more freaked by this turn of events.  
There was most definitely something wrong here.  Bitches didn't 
sparkle and sizzle.  What is she had some new disease?  Damn, his 
own dick might fall off if he took a piece of this pussy!  There was no 
way he'd risk that...he'd take her to Gash, let him catch whatever she 
had.  That's what he'd do. 

     Kate lay there, moaning in pain, her body on fire, her clothes 
soaked with water from the wet grass.  Everywhere seemed to be 
burning with pain, her moan muffled by her own panties in her mouth, 
and where had those lights come from?   As she lay there, feeling 
weaker by the moment, her skin on fire, she also began to feel warm, 
on the inside...it was a different kind of warmth, a more pleasant 
warmth, merging with the pain from her skin.  The two seperate 
feelings were very discordant...very strange. 

     Jessie knelt down on the grass, still spooked.  "Yep, to Gash she 
goes" he said, aloud this time.  He felt another twitch from his rock 
hard cock at her reaction to hearing those words.  Uppity bitch would 
get what was coming to her soon.  He lifted her over his shoulder and 
put her in a firemans carry, and, leaving Eric behind, her walked down 
the dark path. 

     No one else was on the path, and they were soon at his car.  He 
dropped her on the trunk, and then opened the back door, then picked 
her back up, and dropped her in the back seat.  She seemed out of it, 
moaning in pain every so often, one lean leg falling to the floor of the 
car, giving him a nice long look at her cunt.  The sparks had stopped, 
and he pulled out a cell phone, and speed dialed a number. 

     "Gash...it's Jessie...got something you might like....no...not some 
co-ed slut...just meet me at the normal place.." 

     He hung up, and slid into the car, started it up, and drove into the 
dark night. 

     In the back seat, Kate noted that the pain was starting to fade, it 
was duller now...and so  was the other warmth.  She was still quite 
weak, though, her arms still behind her, and still tied.  But, her brain 
was clearing just a bit, and, maybe...just maybe, there was a a way out  
of this...with a little bit of luck..and a little time...just maybe she had a 
chance.  If  only the pain would fade... 

     Jessie didn't pay any attention to the form in the back, driving 
carefully...he didn't want to get pulled over by a cop with this 
passenger.  He'd be there soon. 

     Kate felt something digging into her back as she lay on the seat.  It 
took a few moments for her to realize what is was, through the haze 
her brain had seemed to become...but...once she did, she felt hope 
again.  It was a spring, poking up through the seat.  She squirmed 
backwards, and soon had pressed the rope against it, and began to 
slowly saw the rope across the spring. 

     About twenty minutes later the car stopped, and Jessie got out.  He 
opened the back door, and reached out to grab the slut, her legs still 
spread.  He grabbed her left leg, still on the seat, to drag her 
out...when he felt an intense pain, and dropped like a rock...he'd hadn't  
seen her left leg come up, and it had connected, solidly, with his balls. 

     Kate slid forward, hopping out of the car, shaking what was left of 
the rope from her arms.   She felt better now, not 100 percent, buy 
better. 

     PART THREE:  A Reunion 

     She reached up and pulled/spat her panties from her mouth, when 
out of the shadows stepped several figures ... one ... two ... three ... no 
four.  Gash, and three of his boys from the bookstore, she saw.  Sonny 
wasn't there, though, she quickly saw ... he'd be real pissed at her, with 
what she'd done to his nose. 

     Gash smiled when he recognized her, and her disheveled  state, just 
as quickly as she recognized him.  "Well, bitch, we meet again, and 
we're gonna have some fun with you tonight!" he said, with a sinister 
leer. 

     As Gash and his boys moved closer;  Kate gulped.  "I don't feel like 
I'm in shape to fight these guys just yet," she thought.  "I need to find 
out what happened to me back at SMU."  Kate began to back up when 
she bumped against the open door of Jessie's car.  She turned to leap 
inside the car but as she entered, one of the gang bangers grabbed her 
ankle and visciously yanked backward on it.  The force caused her 
other foot to slip and she landed with a splat, face downward, on the 
back seat of Jessie's car.  Before she could react, her leg was pulled 
again, and she squirted from the car, landing roughly on the 
pavement.  Her breasts cushioned the fall, a bit, but her face still hit 
the asphalt hard.  SHE FELT THAT!  What happened to her 
invulnerability!?!? 

     Kate was pitched onto her back and two gang members dropped 
down onto her thighs, pinning her to the road.  "Some superheroine," 
she thought to herself, trying to clear her brain, to plan some way to 
react to these thugs.  "Flat on my back, legs spread wide, no panties, 
and too groggy to fight back."  Just as she started to rise up on her 
elbows, Gash lunged forward and planted the toe of his paratrooper 
boot on Kate's cunt, with as much force as he could muster.  The 
impact drove her almost a foot, even with two other guys sitting on her 
thighs!  The pain was intense; all she could think of was to cover her 
now-tender and painfully-throbbing vagina with her hands as she 
fought back the tears filling her eyes.   

     Suddenly, Gash, who had moved close to her again, stomped on her 
stomach as hard as he could, driving the full width of his size 11 boot 
into her bared midriff.  He grinned when he heard the "WHOOF" of 
air being expelled from the bitch.  Kate was trying to sit up when Gash 
kicked her a third time, again with as much force as possible, flush on 
her chin.  Her head rocked backward and slammed onto the pavement, 
and she slipped into blessed unconsciousness. 

     "Get those bits of rope," Gash ordered his gang, "and tie her up 
good.   Then let's get outta here.  We can deal with Jessie, later.  He 
done real good for us, he did." 

     The other gang bangers grinned, pleased at the thoughts of getting 
back at her, for what had happened at the bookstore.  One of them 
reached into Jessie's car and grabbed the rope from the back seat.  The 
others flipped her onto her stomach, and pulled her arms behind her.  
The rope was now in two strands.  The first strand was tied tightly 
around her wrists and forearms, the second around her upper arms.  
They then flipped her over.  Her breasts were forced higher, by the 
positions of her arms, and the gang bangers smirked, looking at her 
tits. 

     However, they all remembered her kicks, and also wanted to get 
her off the the streets, so that no one could interrupt the fun.  One of 
them saw the cuffs on Jesse's belt, and grabbed them, and the keys to 
them.  He pulled her legs together, then with two quick *clicks* her 
ankles were secure.  In the meantime, a second thug had grabbed her 
discarded panties, and moved them back to thier job of being a gag.  
He used Kate's top to bind the gag in her mouth. 

     Having finished trussing the prize, one gang banger flipped her 
over his shoulder, and they disappeared into the darkness... 

      Kate woke up, slowly, with a groan, and a throbbing head 
sometime later.  She tried reaching for her hair, to move it a little, out 
of her eyes, and found out she couldn't.  Jerking open her eyes, she 
looked around and saw that she was in a large room.  She saw Gash, 
sitting in a chair, and at least 6 or 7 more of his gang.  She also 
noticed a dog, as well, Rottweiler  by the looks of it, dozing peacefully. 

     Then, with trepidation, she looked down at herself.   She was 
naked, which truly didn't surpise her.  She was suspended, horizonally, 
off the floor, about 3 or 4 feet.  There was a table under the middle of 
her back.  Her arms and legs were spread, each wrist and ankle with a 
rope around it, three new nylon ropes connected to pillars in the room, 
as was a fourth,on her left wrist, probably part of Jessie's hemp rope.  
There was a bright red ball gag in her mouth.  By her left leg there 
was a cart, with things on it, but, she couldn't see what they were. 

     Gash grinned, and walked over to her.  "You're finally awake, eh, 
bitch?" he said, as he cruelly twisted a nipple, eliciting a muffled gasp 
of pain from her.  His other hand crawled over her calf.  He moved it 
slowly, teasingly, up to her vagina, then grabbed her black bush and 
yanked hard, getting another gasp of pain, and tears from the girl. 

     "You got in my way the other night, and now you'll regret it...I just 
have to decide what I'm gonna do to that ass of yours."  The cruel grin 
her gave her sent shivers along her spine.   As he wandered back to his 
gang, she sensed that her skin was no longer burning except where the 
old, brown hemp rope touched her ankle (there, the burning was 
painful, distracting, but she thought she could mentally block out that 
one pain site).  Also, although Gash's recent actions had hurt her, they 
hadn't hurt as much as they should have.  Was she getting her 
invulnerability back?  She did seem to feel more energy now.  Maybe 
she needed to rest.  Was there some pesticide in the grass at SMU that 
caused her problems?  "No time to think about that now, girl," she 
realized.  "How do I get out of THIS?" 

     After about 20 minutes, Gash returned and stood beside his captive.  
Placing a dirty, meaty paw on each breast, Gash began to pull them 
upward, upward, squeezing ever harder.  Kate sucked in her breath, 
expecting the worst, but this time, there was less pain.  He now had 
her suspended almost five feet off the ground, hanging mainly from 
her breasts, which were stretching as the ropes resisted her upward 
travel.  What he did hurt her, but the pain was almost tolerable.  Also, 
she seemed to feel more energy, almost some of that "fire in her belly" 
again.   

     The rest of Gash's gang was occupied across the room, and didn't 
need his supervision, so Gash decided to have some "fun" with this 
interfering bitch.  He walked around between her legs and began 
roughly stroking her labia with his greasy fingers, sometimes 
scratching them with what was left of his fingernails.  (Although she 
could feel the nails dragging across her "nether lips", the pain was 
almost negligible)  As he rubbed the girl harder and harder, she began 
to moan, partly from the pleasure his rough handling was giving her.  
She also started to lube herself, in response to the arousal his actions 
were creating.   

     When Gash saw the girl getting wet, he grinned evilly and doubled 
his efforts.  At the same time, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a 
semi-erect penis, which he proceeded to flop on, and rub against her 
wet lips.  One thumb, meanwhile, shifted to perform a slow circular 
motion around her clitoris.  The effect on one hand rubbing her labia 
majora and thigh, the thumb on her clit, and his slow pelvic thrusts 
running his penis along those same lips, were now working the girl 
into a frenzy.  She was unable to control a moan that slipped out, 
causing Gash to smile even more.  "You need this, don't you, bitch!" 
he laughed.  Two of his gang came over to see the party.  "Y'all wanna 
play, come on!" Gash snarled to his pals.  One went over to the cart 
and grabbed one of those new Robo-Grip pliers from Sears, the other 
pulled out his switchblade, snicked it open, and moved toward her 
engorged nipples. 

     Kate couldn't believe this..she was getting aroused...turned on....by 
this awful man.  His hands, his cock, and that thumb...all of them were 
teasing her, arousing her.  And, deep in the back of her mind, her 
helplessness was arousing her too...although she was trying to fight it.  
Just then Gash shifted his hand, and slid two fingers deep inside her.  
She moaned, then moaned a second time, as he flicked his thumb over 
her clit. 

     Gash smiled as the other two arrived, pulling his fingers out, and 
cupping her ass now.  "Cut that gag off of her, I wanna hear her better 
while I fuck her."  he said, as he slid the head of his now-hard cock 
against her lips, to tease her just a little bit more before he showed her 
who was boss. 

     The ganger with the switchblade grinned, and reached out to steady 
her head, and slide off the gag.   Suddenly, she jerked her body at him, 
and at the same moment brought her bound arm up...it couldn't go 
far...but it did go far enough.  The sharp knife hit a partly frayed spot 
in the rope, from her earlier cutting of it.  It wasn't enough to slice 
through, but it weakened it, and her body weight did the rest, the rope 
snapping, freeing one arm.  She dropped onto the table underneath her 
back, her right arm and both legs still suspended by nylon ropes. 

     Gash pressed the head of his cock into her at that moment.  Kate 
hissed in pleasure, it *did* feel good, but she had to fight that off...her 
free arm shot up, and caught the wrist of the knife man, and with a 
quick move, dislocated the wrist.  He screamed, and dropped the knife, 
which she barely caught, almost dropping it a second later as Gash 
pushed his meaty cock fully into her, his eyes closed, relishing the feel 
of her tight, wet, pussy, not seeing what was happeing. 

     The other ganger did, however, and was stunned, eyes wide.  Gash 
slid his cock out then and slowly back in, bringing another hiss of 
pleasure from the aroused heroine, who knew she only had a few more 
seconds.  She twisted her arm over, sliding the blade between ger other 
wrist, and the nylon rope, and snapping it upwards.  The blade failed 
to cut her skin. "YES!!" she thought, and, though the blade snapped, 
she also cut the nylon. 

     As her second wrist came free, gravity and Gash's pelvic thrusts 
took over, and she slid along the table toward her tormenter, feet still 
hoisted high in the air, held by ropes.  Using her gymnastic abililty, 
she arched her back, thrusting her stomach upward as she balanced 
precariously on her shoulder blades, and  reached her arms under her 
ass to grab Gash by the balls, savagely twisting them.  His eyes 
opened, and he started to fall backward, screaming in pain, but held by 
the woman's "death grip" on his scrotum.  The ganger with the pliers 
was still stunned, and, at the male scream, the others looked up. 

     "Raven" (YESSS!!, the heroine was BACK!) released the 
disgusting mound of flesh and Gash staggered back, falling to his 
knees, then doubling over in pain, moaning and crying.  Raven rolled 
up, sitting on the edge of the table, and quickly undid the knots of the 
ropes holding her ankles, letting her legs fall to the floor.  She could 
still feel her arousal, but again had to fight it off.  She felt the pliers 
strike her back, but now there was just a slight tinge of pain. 

     She rolled to her feet, and took another hit, to her ribs this time, 
again, causing not much pain.  She snapped a punch into his face, 
followed by a quick half turn toward him and shoved a knee into his 
groin.  He fell, and she grabbed the pliers, and turned to hit Gash a 
couple times, to make sure he stayed down. 

     Her eyes fell on the cart, and went wide.  On it were all sorts of 
things...feathers, handcuffs, oils, vibrators, a varied toy selection that 
could start to stock an adult store...how much of it had been planned 
for her she wondered, with a shudder. 

     The other gangers were now up, and running at her, as she spun 
back to face them.  She saw four young men advancing toward her, 
with the lone guard dog in the room starting to wake up.  As they got 
closer, she thought "Only 4 men, and a dog, then to find some clothes, 
and go home."  They started to spread out, warily, as they approched 
her, and she was ready to fight them off, she hoped.  Turning to the 
cart, she selected a six-foot long bullwhip with a vicious piece of metal 
affixed to the end of the whip.  Using her martial arts skills, she 
quickly and expertly snapped the whip at the two men on her right.  
The whip end caught the first one in his eye; he recoiled, screaming, 
trying to staunch the blood which began pumping through the gash in 
his eye.  In a second, the wicked whip caught the second gang banger, 
who was still moving forward, and wrapped around his neck several 
times.  Raven tried to snap the whip, to spin him like a top, but only 
succeeded in yanking him off his feet.  As he fell, he landed partially 
on the whip, yanking it from the girl's hands. 

     The two remaining gang bangers were now just a few feet away 
from Raven, on the other side of the cart of sex "toys".  The Rottweiler 
was now running toward the girl, coming up on her right.  Without a 
moment's hesitation, Raven picked up a small cat-of-nine-tails and 
flicked it at the dog, just as it got within reach.  The ends of the 'cat' 
smacked the dog roughly around its muzzle and eyes, causing the dog 
to skid to a halt, drop its head, and whine and shake off the pain.  
Raven immediately gave the dog another "taste of the cat", and this 
persuaded the dog to return to the other end of the building, to find 
some other amusement. 

     Turning quickly back toward the last two men, who were now 
almost within arms' reach, Raven grabbed a twelve-inch-long, four-
inch-wide "Bitch-Tamer" dildo off the cart and shoved the cart, with 
her foot, toward the duo, causing one to stumble and the other to turn 
away.   One guy, the one who'd fled the bookstore on all fours, pulled a 
small handgun from an underarm holster and snapped off two shots at 
the girl.  The first missed her completely and hit one of his buddies, 
behind her, on the floor.  The second round hit Raven on her hip and 
partially turned her to the left.   

     "HAH!" Raven roared.  "My invulnerability is back!" she added, 
silently, to herself.  Holding the Bitch-Tamer like a yawara stick, with 
over four inches of the dildo protruding from either side of her grip, 
she stepped forward and dropped slightly, then rose.  Her arm had 
swept downward, and now swept upward, one end of the dildo aimed 
at, and impacting the thug on his chin.  The force of the impact 
snapped his head backward and he almost did a back flip as he 
bounced off the improvised fighting stick, landing solidly on his back, 
his head making a distinct thud against the floor. 

     By now, the last thug had regained his footing and blind-sided 
Raven, taking them both to the floor in a heap.  Raven noticed that 
this guy was also armed with a switchblade, which he now jammed 
into her stomach.  Like the knife attack she'd experienced in the store, 
the blade snapped in half when it hit her skin.  She then easily used 
her elbow as a battering ram against this man's nose, once, twice, and 
yet again.  She had to roll over onto her back to get his unconscious 
body off her own. 

     Suddenly, the first gang member, the one who's wrist she'd 
dislocated getting free, kicked her in the side of her head.  As her head 
snapped sideways from the force of the blow, the lad who'd had the 
whip wrap around his neck joined this "kick-the-bitch fest", landing a 
blow to her side, shoving her against the unconscious thug beside her.  
A second and third kick to the head, while not painful, did keep make 
Raven slightly dazed.  She needed time to clear her head to deal with 
these two pricks. 

     However, he wasn't about to give it to her.  He dropped onto her 
stomach, driving the wind out of her, his legs pinning her arms to her 
side.  He grabbed her nipples, and viciously twisted them. eliciting a 
small gasp of pain from Raven.  "Fucking BITCH!" he yelled at her, 
again twisting her nipples, feeling her squirm under him, as she 
sought some leverage with which to throw him off of her. 

     Raven arched her back, bucking her stomach, in an attempt to toss 
him off, but, his weight was too great for such a tactic.  However, the 
heroine wasn't worried.  He was sitting on her stomach, after all, so 
she decided to reach up with her legs, and tug him off  her with them.  
She had seen that kind of move done once, at a demonstation, and felt 
that she could do it, too. 

     Her legs shot up, and curved over her, as she got her feet under his 
arms.  Then she kicked her legs back out, lifing the man off of her, 
and tossing him through the air.  He hit a pillar, near the cart, and 
went down, stunned, but not fully out. 

     Raven rolled up to her knees, her hands now empty, the "Bitch 
Tamer" having been jarred from her hands by the kicks.  She looked 
up, at the one with the dislocated wrist.  "Just get out of here" she 
growled at him.  He backed up slowly, looking scared, as she got back 
to her feet, slowly, still a little stunned herself.  The other one was now 
staggering back to his feet, and yelled "Get her man!" 

     Raven thought that he had been talking to the one with the 
dislocated wrist....but he wasn't.  He was talking to Sonny, who had 
quietly slipped into the room, having heard the commotion.  Raven's 
first inclination that something was wrong was when a fist hit her in 
the side of the head, spinning her around. 

     Sonny wrapped his arms around the heroine's chest, his meaty 
paws grabbing her tits, sqeezing them vicously.  Raven was mad, now, 
more at herself than at anyone else, and was feeling the "fire" that she 
had felt at the bookstore flood into her again.  She grabbed Sonny's 
wrists, and pulled his hands off her breasts, and started to pull his 
arms away from her chest entirely.  She heard his gasp of suprise as 
his hands were pried off of her.  This small woman was defeating his 
massive strength!  Then she dropped slightly and bent at the waist, 
and used her new leverage to flip him, hard, over her shoulder to the 
floor.  His head bounced off of it, hitting solidly, then a kick from the 
heroine took him out of the fight.  She glanced  back at 'dislocated'.   
"If you leave, now, you won't be further hurt" she said, confidently, in 
a voice once more strong and proud.  She assumed a "power pose", 
hands on her hips, elbows out, chest thrust forward, legs spread.  He 
backed off, rapidly turning to flee. 

     She walked over to the last one, 'whip boy', who was still on his 
knees by the cart and pillar.  "You too" she said, "just get the hell out 
of here."  She reached him as her words finished, moving over to make 
sure he wasn't too badly hurt.  Raven reached out, grabbing his left 
arm, and tugged him to his feet. 

     "I'm gonna fuck you up, bitch" he said, defiantly, ignoring the 
situation around him.  Raven decided that she better secure him, just 
to be left in peace, as she searched for clothes.  She pushed him 
against the pillar, and tugged his left arm over his head, to the nylon 
rope that was still there.  They both realized, but didn't acknowledge 
the fact that her bare body was pressing against his body. 

     She pinned his wrist to the pillar, with her arm, and reached across 
his body to grab the other wrist, her free hand getting the rope ready.  
She could feel the defiance and anger coming from him.  She could 
also smell him - too much cologne, sweat, bad breath.  He could feel 
her breasts pressing against his chest, just as she started to feel his 
growing erection through his baggies, against her bare thigh.  He 
began twisting, keeping his other arm low, trying to frustrate her 
attempts to grab him.  Raven pressed harder against him, pinning him 
against the pillar, again reaching for the man's right wrist.   The 
struggling went on for a while, and she began to notice that his 
erection, rubbing against her thighs and mound, was affecting her 
more than the pounding Sonny had just given her.  He also noticed the 
effect that the contact was having, and kept struggling.  The more she 
struggled, the more he wriggled, and the more their bodies rubbed 
against each other.  His hand would dart in, at her her breasts, or bush, 
trying to put her on the defensive.  On one of those grabs, after she 
avoided his grasp, he managed to tug the baggies down.  His cock, 
short but thick, with a large purplish head, popped out.  Finally, 
desperately, Raven managed to grab his free hand and tugged it over 
his head, then moved slightly, to loop the rope around his wrists.  He 
was taller than her, and this forced her onto her the tips of toes. 

     "You know you want this," he snarled at the girl, and abruptly 
thrust out his pelvis and dragged his erection from her left hip, across 
her bush, to her right thigh.  The girl's eyes went wide and she stepped 
backward, away from the thug, still holding his hands.  She, composed 
herself, then lunged forward, intending, once more, to tie him.  She 
began to loop the rope around his wrists, still on tip toe.  All she had 
to do now was tighten the loop...and keep her raging hormones in 
check.  He was still fighting, the head of his cock rubbing at her pussy, 
trying to keep her distracted.  

     Raven was distracted by it.  The thick head ran along her lips and 
affected her.  She was moist, not really wet, yet, and trying to fight the 
sensations.  "Pull it together, girl, get him tied, then get out of here" 
she thought.  Just about then, the tip of his head slipped a little bit into 
her.  She gasped, eyes shutting for a moment, again trying to focus on 
the job at hand.  She opened them again, and quickly tugged the loop 
shut around his wrists.  "Don't go anywhere" she said, snidely, still on 
tip toe, lifting a little higher, in fact. to get off his dick, which was still 
slightly inside her. 

     She stepped back and dropped off toes, to the soles of her feet.   She 
then adopted the classic heroine power pose, hands on hips, legs 
spread, tits thrust out.  "When they come to, tell them that Raven 
defeated you." she said, arrogantly.  Suddenly, her left arm was 
grabbed and tugged behind her.  She was pulled a couple steps 
backward, as she felt it pinned to her lower back in a strong grip.  She 
quickly braced her legs, however, and stopped her backward slide.  
The man she had tied grinned at her, enjoying the show.   She snapped 
her head back, and felt it connect.  Her arm was released, and she saw 
"pliers man", who had recovered.  He had been knocked down and had 
a bruise forming now, a pair of handcuffs falling from his hand to the 
stone floor.  "Why don't you all ever learn?" she hissed at him, as he 
watched her carefully.  She then stepped forward, to grab him and end 
this.   Behind her, about 8 feet away, tied to the pillar, "whip man's" 
eyes glowed yellow, and something silently lifted off the floor. 

     Raven lifted Pliers off the ground, and began to lecture him when 
she heard a buzzing sound from somewhere behind her.  She glanced 
over her shoulder, but saw nothing.  Whip boy was still nicely tied. 
"God job" she thought to herself, as she looked over his bonds.  She 
turned back to the ganger, "This will hurt you more than it does me." 
she said, in a parental tone, lifting her other fist to knock him out once 
more. 

     "Don't hurt me" he said, in a whiny tone.  "I'm sorry for hitting you 
before."  She paused in her blow, not realizing that it was a 
distraction.  Suddenly she felt something enter her . . . it was wide, 
and shoved 5 or 6 inches inside her.  She dropped the man, Pliers, 
staggering back a couple inches, and looked down.  It was the "Bitch-
Tamer" and it pressed deeper, now 8 inches inside...and no hands were 
on it!  She was shocked, the sensations of the vibrator intense, as it 
pushed deeper, throbbing, throbbing, and she took another step back, 
her brain only starting to react to what was happening.   

     Raven started to reach down for it, as it buried itself fully inside 
her.  It was getting hard to concentrate, with the huge sex toy deep 
inside her, throbbing, trying to force itself deeper into the girl . . .   
Behind her, the ropes had untied themselves from Whip, who grinned 
at Pliers.   Raven moaned deeply as the huge dildo kept throbbing in 
her, her hands clawed down below her stomach, reaching for the 
vibrator.  Suddenly Pliers was there, in front of her, grabbing a wrist, 
forcing her to split her attention between him and it.  She knocked his 
hand away, weakly, and staggered back a step, feeling her legs starting 
to grow weaker... "how had it gotten in her..and how was it staying 
there??"  she thought, her hands again trying to pull the vibrator from 
her vagina.  

     Pliers came back at her, darting in low, at her ankles.  "Damn it," 
she thought, "just give me a second to get rid of *it* and I can deal 
with you."  She jumped back, almost avoiding his grasp, but his blow 
was a glancing one, and she staggered but stayed on her feet.  On the 
vibrator, a light glowed and two thin straps came out of it, looping 
around her thighs, and reconnecting to the toy, making a harness that 
held it tightly in her.  Raven kicked out at Pliers, quickly, but he 
knocked her weak, ineffectual blow away, with a leer. 

     She paused, trying to fight the sensations from the vibrator, and 
gasping for breath.  She was moaning, slightly bent forward, hands 
trying to pull the tool out.  Suddenly, a pair of handcuffs, from the 
fallen cart, shot across the floor and snapped shut around her ankles.  
The heroine fell, windmilling her arms, hitting the floor with her 
forehead.  As she hit, the loose ends of two of the nylon ropes, other 
ends attached to two of the pillars, shot in and wrapped around her 
wrists, pulling them apart.   Raven now lay, helpless, moaning, the 
vibrator's sensations driving her wild.  The two men, Whip and Pliers 
stepped into her sight.  "Stupid bitch" said one, "we're brothers, and 
within 10 feet of each other, we're telekinetic..." 

     "What do we do with her now?" asked the other.  All Raven could 
do was moan, bound, cuffed, and helpless.   Though her arms were 
tightly bound by ropes tied to the pillars, her torso and ankles were 
free to writhe on the floor in response to the vibrations in her vagina.  
The more the device thrummed in her, driving her toward an orgasm, 
the more the "fire" she (sometimes) felt in a 'combat' situation seemed 
to dim.  She HAD to get that thing out of her! 

     "I say let's leave her here, see what we can do for the others," Pliers 
answered.  "She ain't goin' nowheres!" 

     The two thugs started checking on their mates.  With the bitch tied 
up and lost in her pleasures, she didn't need guarding.  The first one 
they checked was still bleeding from one eye.  Whip lifted him and 
started helping him toward a sink, to put a wet cloth on the gash.  
Pliers stopped to help Gash, who was slowly, groggily trying to get to 
his feet.  Sonny, by now, had also regained his feet, and was moving 
toward Raven. 

     "Nnnhh ... NNnnHH ... NNNAAAHHHNNNGGHH!" Raven 
screamed as the vibrator ripped an orgasm from her loins.  She arched 
her back, balancing on her shoulders and the soles of her feet, pelvis 
thrust upward, as the vibrator continued to thrum inside her, sparking 
yet another orgasm.  She was now moving out of control of her body, 
the pleasures washing over her consciousness, all her attention 
savoring the ecstacy the orgasms gave her.  A third orgasm hit the 
girl; she tried thrusting her pelvis even higher. 

     Sonny, dimwitted at best, saw this bitch's pussy thrusting upward 
into the air, being pleasured by a machine tied to her waist.  Dully, he 
picked up a key on the floor, grabbed Raven's legs, and lifted them 
into the air.  While she continued moaning and shaking, in his grasp, 
as orgasms tore through her, Sonny unlocked the handcuffs, then 
wrenched the vibrator from her pussy, snapping the snaps and cords 
that held it in her vagina, eliciting a loud moan and gasp from Raven.  
She was still convulsing from the effects of the vibrator, still having 
orgasms. 

     Sonny held Raven's legs with one hand and undid his belt and 
zipper.  He let his baggy drawers drop to the floor and slid down his 
stained boxer shorts, revealing a dong almost as large as the "Bitch-
Tamer".   Now he spread her legs wide and advanced between them.  
"You owe me, you cunt," he said (his bandaged nose completely 
blocked his nasal passages), "ain't no machine gonna get to screw you 
when I should get to."  With that, he rammed his massive man-meat 
into the girl's vagina, the impact driving her at least a foot along the 
floor.  She was now balanced on her shoulders and head, arms still 
tied to the pillar, her legs pinned to the sides of Sonny as he thrust and 
thrust again into her. 

     Kate moaned, helpless, aroused, as the huge man slammed into 
her.  His cock was poudning into her wetness, filling her pussy.  
Suddenly, it was gone, and she saw Gash pull Sonny out of her.  
"Bitch is mine!" Gash screamed at him.   

     "I want her!" replied Sonny.   

     Pliers and Whip walked over.  "We caught her, she kicked the asses 
of you both.  We get her first, then decide if y'all get her."  The four 
began to fight, their prize forgotten, for the moment, as other gangers 
watched the fighting. 

     Kate squirmed slowly, working her wrists against the ropes.  
Somehow, as they fought, she worked one wrist free.  Free from the 
"distraction" of the orgasms and dildo, she felt some of her above-
normal strength returning.  That, plus vulnerability, allowed her to 
pull her wrist through the knotted nylon rope without breaking her 
wrist or abrading her skin.  Weakly, still recovering, she reached over 
and untied the rope on her other wrist next.  Then she slid out of sight, 
behind a pillar.  Looking around, she saw a door on the far wall. She 
ran for it, naked, her feet silent on the floor.  She slipped through into 
a hallway, locking the door behind her.   

     "Where did the Bitch go!" she heard, from the main room. 

     Raven moved down the hallway as she heard them looking for her, 
accusations flying between the brothers, Gash, and Sonny.  The only 
feature she saw was a vent in the wall to the left, going who knows 
where.  She was about halfway down the hallway, when, from around 
a corner ahead came a dog.  It was a twin to the Rottweiler she had 
whipped.  It advanced towards her, smelling her arousal, tongue 
hanging out, cock sliding out of it's sheath.  Raven gasped in disbelief.  
It's head was on level with her pussy...moving closer.  She considered 
her options...back, to the gang...forward..could she get past the 
dog....or up...into the vent, and wherever it lead. 

     While thinking, she suddenly heard the door behind her crash 
open.  "There's the cunt!" Pliers roared back to his partners.  He had 
picked up a shotgun while searching the main room, he tromboned the 
gun and popped a round at the girl's naked back.  Most of the pellets 
hit the small of her back in a tight pattern, blasting her forward and 
off her feet from the impact's momentum.  A few pellets passed her 
narrow waist and hit the dog's flanks, ears, etc.  "Rover" turned and 
fled down the hallway, yelping his reactions to this change in events. 

     The shotgun pellets didn't damage Raven.  She was still groggy 
from the treatment her vagina had gone through, though, and she was 
still trying to get back to 100 percent efficiency.  As she started to rise 
from the ground, Pliers ran up behind her, tromboned the gun again, 
and shot this round, at point blank range, at her buttocks.  This time 
the force of the shot was so hard on the girl that she yowled from the 
pain it caused.  Also, she was thrown forward at least two feet, landing 
on her chin and breasts.  She could sense that some of the round 
pellets had driven deeply into her anus and pussy.  She could feel their 
heat trying to burn her skin.  Fortunately, she had regained enough of 
her invulnerability so that these only caused an insistent "itching" in 
her holes.   

     As Raven again struggled to get up, Pliers was joined by Gash and 
Sonny.  Sonny wasted no time or words; as he neared the girl, he 
leaped into the air and landed with both feet on her shoulders as the 
girl had risen to her knees and palms.  The two slammed roughly into 
the floor, Raven's breasts providing little protection from the thug's 
weight and momentum.  Her breath was expelled from her lungs in a 
loud "whoof!". 

     Gash, knowing that guns were a waste of time with this bitch, had 
grabbed a baseball bat.  When he reached the girl, who was now 
pinned to the floor by Sonny, struggling to get him off her back, Gash 
said "Roll her over!" 

     Sonny smashed one of his heavy fat hands on the back of the girl's 
head, slamming it to the floor.  He clasped his hands together in an 
even larger mound of flesh and brought both down, together, on the 
base of Raven's head, again slamming her face onto the floor.  Though 
no skin was broken, she was rattled by the force of this blow.  While 
stunned, Sonny got up on his knees and flipped the girl onto her back.  
He then knelt on her biceps, hoping to pin her arms to the floor.  
Finally, he decided to get some payback for her breaking his nose.  He 
began to pound her in the face with his clenched fists, each one hitting 
Raven's nose like a piledriver, slamming her head against the concrete 
floor and making it hard for her to regain control. 

     Gash stepped forward and, signalling to Pliers, waited while Pliers 
pulled one of the girl's legs to one side, while he pushed her other leg 
aside.  Dropping to one knee, Gash rammed the small end of the 
baseball bat deeply into the girl's vagina, the force of his blow pushing 
the wooden bat past her nether lips.   

     Even though she was grunting from Sonny's attack against her 
face, when the wooden bat rammed into her vagina, the effect was 
electric for Raven.  Not only was she getting aroused by the blow, but 
her vagina began to heat, to burn, to spark  like her skin did in the 
park.  Raven screamed, and screamed again as Gash slowly moved the 
bat in and out of her vagina, enjoying the obvious pain he was causing 
the girl. 

     Raven moaned, her pussy was on fire...two kinds of fire.  Her 
arousal rapidly grew as the bat slid in and out of her, the wood 
seeming to leave a trail of fire behind, the massive width of the bat 
handle seemed to be stretching, scraping, tearing the inside of her 
vagina!   Sonny had stopped hitting her, and was now watching her 
face, seeing the arousal in her eyes.  He eyed her lips, and moaning 
mouth, and slowly an idea began to form in his peanut-sized brain.  He 
lowered his trousers down around his knees, then leaned forward.  
Now on his hands and knees, he slowly lowered himself, and used one 
meaty hand to grab the girl's chin.  Using all his strength, he squeezed 
her at the point where her jaw connects to the rest of her head, forcing 
her mouth open.  Then he slowly slid his huge penis into Raven's 
mouth.  At first, Raven gagged when the huge sausage entered her 
mouth.  Then, in the throes of passion/pain, she automatically began 
sucking the big man's member, keeping time with him as he went in 
and out of her mouth. 

     Gash, watching Sonny, and very frustrated, pressed the bat more 
deeply into her, RAMMING it home, angry at this FUCKING BITCH 
who had caused him so many problems and so much pain.  Bullets 
didn't hurt her, but, it seemed she was a slut when somerthing was 
inside her.  So much the better, he liked his cunts to moan and beg for 
his dick.  But, why was her cunt glowing??? 

     Pliers held one of her ankles, watching.  He too saw the glow 
coming from her pussy.  "Strange" he thought.  Suddenly his brother 
walked in, and Pliers felt his powers click on.  Unlike his brother, who 
was a telekinetic, Pliers had minor telepathic powers.  As his hand 
stroked across Raven's foot, he picked something up, a stray thought, 
and grinned.  He ran his leg across her foot again, and again, and used 
his fingernails to tickle the girl's toes and the sole of her foot.   

     Despite all that was happening to her, Raven felt this new 'assault', 
and was more conscious of this than of what was happening with 
Sonny.  Unbelievably, this caressing of her foot, this tickling of her 
toes, was sending her pleasure to ever higher levels, making her 
orgasms more powerful than before.  She was now firing an orgasm 
almost every minute; she would feel the excitement build, like larger 
and larger waves hitting a shore line.  Then, suddenly, one wave 
would wash through her, causing her to thrust her pelvis upward, 
causing her nipples to pulse (almost painfully), and finally crashing 
into her brain, in a massive feeling of pleasure.  She was being 
hammered toward unconsciousness by pleasure!   

     Sonny appreciated her more energetic moans, the unconscious 
attention she gave his member, and knew that he would soon explode 
massively into the girl's mouth.  As if he cared.  

     While all this was happening. Pliers continued to receive 
impressions, information from the girl, as her mind opened to him 
more fully than her mouth did for Sonny's dick.   "Interesting," he 
mused, as he learned more about the girl, about her life, work, and 
recent adoption of a superheroine role.  Abruptly, he reached a 
conclusion.   He didn't want to share this one with Gash's gang.  She 
would become a special slave for him and his brother.  After a quick 
look at his brother, Pliers reached  for the shotgun, and lifted it.  He 
landed a single quick blow against the side of Gash's head, dropping 
him like a wet garbage sack.  Wielding the gun like an ax, he next 
landed a solid hit on the back of Sonny's head.  Since that only seemed 
to slow Sonny, Pliers followed his first hit with a second, stronger 
blow.  Just as Sonny's dick began spurting a river of cum, he sagged 
sideways and fell off Raven, his penis dragged from the girl's mouth, 
dropping cum on her face and then himself..   

     Raven continued to "ride out" the last few orgasms, still firing in 
her, from the baseball bat buried deeply in her vagina.  Pliers 
motioned toward his brother, who pulled the bat out of Raven.  As her 
orgasms slowed, as she slowed down, stopped convulsing, she looked 
up dully, in shock, and moaning deeply, at the two men.   Not 
completely understanding what was happening to her, she was helped 
to her feet, then supported by the two men since she could barely stand 
on her own.  They helped her back into the warehouse, where her face 
was wiped roughly by a damp cloth, her hair patted down, and a 
"duster"-type coat was put over her, covering the naked girl down to 
her knees.   

     The superheroine was still trying to regain her senses; vestigal 
surges of pleasure still coursed through her body.  She was carefully 
ushered outside and put into an old pickup truck.   The brothers got 
into the truck, propping her between them since she was still too weak 
to focus on what was happening or stay upright in the bouncing and 
swaying truck.  Within minutes, they had reached a bus stop, and the 
girl was pulled roughly from the cab and left on a bench.  "Go home" 
the former foes said, handing her her wrist wallet.  They squealed the 
truck's tires as they pulled away from her.  Raven dully watched, 
trying to understand what had happened.  One hour, and two bus 
changes later, she reached her apartment building, and staggered 
home, where she collapsed in an exhausted heap onto her bed, too 
tired to remove the duster, much less clean herself.  She was asleep 
within one breath. 

     PART FOUR:  A New Career 

     Kate "Raven" Windrunner slept for twelve hours after her night 
'patrol'.  She had barely survived with her life, and only now did her 
strength seem regained.  She had taken a thorough beating, both in 
terms of physical punishment, and in terms of the assaults on her 
vagina, from Gash's gang.  For some reason, while near the end of her 
limits, two of the gang bangers had suddenly turned on their partners 
and helped her escape from Gash's gang, with no explanation 
provided.  She considered herself fortunate that none of them had tried 
to track her down while she slept. 

     After retrieving her bike from the SMU campus, for the next few 
days, Kate continued to teach self-defense at her small shop in the 
strip mall.  By night, she further honed her martial arts skills, aware 
that she really needed to be better able to defend herself, lest she fall 
into another situation such as she'd had in the warehouse with Gash's 
gang.  The next time, she might not be so lucky in getting away.  She 
also knew she had to resolve some issues before she should go on 
patrol again.  First, and most importantly, was the question of her 
invulnerability.  Why did she become so weak, feel so much pain, 
when she was on campus?  Second, she needed a costume - only her 
short black skirt survived her first "patrol".  Finally, she needed to 
understand her powers more, so she knew what she could, and could 
not do, in a fight.  Why did she sometimes feel like her skin was on 
fire?  She decided not to think about the two guys who set her free.  
She wasn't sure what made men act so cruelly toward women, and she 
surely couldn't understand why two such men would make such a 
sudden and complete reversal. 

     A few days after the warehouse battle, she received a letter from a 
local attorney.  Mr. Serrano had been hired by someone out of state to 
find her.  He had a small check for her, and a phone number for her to 
call.  Kate visited Mr. Serrano in his office one day later, and retrieved 
a check for $100 and a South Dakota phone number. 

      "Hello," she began, calling the number from a pay phone near her 
dojo.  "I'm Catherine Windrunner." 

     "Hello!" a loud bass roared back at her.  "Thanks for calling.  I'm 
Dr. Trimble.  I knew your parents.  Your mom was an enlisted person, 
here at the air base in Rapid City,  before you were born.  I . . . well, 
actually, I think we need to meet, talk.  What I have to tell you about 
your parents is too long, too complex, to cover over the phone.  If I 
send money to Mr. Serrano, would you fly up here?" 

     "Yes, but not for a day or two.  I have some things to take care of.  
I'll check with Serrano's office in a few days."  she replied, just before 
hanging up.  On her way home, she used the $100 and made a stop at 
a large Minnesota Mills fabric store, to begin the process of making a 
new costume. 

     Over the next few days, she used the materials to make a new 
costume.  It consisted of a tight lycra top, a dark blue one, that hugged 
her form, a pair of elbow-long black lycra gloves, black silk panties, 
the black lycra skirt she had worn before, and calf high red leather 
boots, with low heels.  Kate realized that her invulnerability and 
gymnastic skills, and above-average strength and fighting ability 
would not be enough, in some situations.  "Never bring a knife to a 
gun fight," her first karate teacher told her, long ago.  She added loops 
to the skirt, and worked a small nylon belt through the loops.   She 
decided to add some weapons to her resources, a tactical baton, and 
two double-edged throwing knives.  The baton, collapsed to six inches 
in length,  rode in a scabbard on her belt.  A flick of her wrist and she 
had a steel baton 16" long for close-in fighting.  The knives, a little 
over four inches in length, fitted neatly in nylon sheathes inside her 
boots. 

     She hadn't gone on patrol since that last disatrous night, but 
decided that she had to, just to get her confidence back.  "Raven" 
slipped out into the night, deciding to stick close to home for this 
patrol.  She walked slowly through the dark streets, looking, once 
more for wrongs to right.  The first few hours were boring, and she 
decided to head home, and get some sleep.  Suddenly, she heard a 
scream. 

     Raven ran in the direction of the scream, and came to a street and  
took in the scene that she saw there.  Five men surrounded a woman, a 
police officer, one of the city's summer-time bicycle cops.  She was in 
a police t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers.  Her 10 speed lay on the ground a 
few feet away. 

     Raven moved forward, then froze, breath held, in shock, and a little 
bit of fear.  As she could see the scene clearer, she recognized the men 
wore the colors of her old 'friends' the Thunderbolts.  And, as they 
shifted around the woman, like sharks around helpless prey, Raven 
saw they were led by Sonny, his nose still swathed in bandages.  Raven 
watched, frozen for a moment, remembering his huge cock, how it had 
felt inside her, and how she had sucked it, like a cheap slut. 

     For a moment, she thought about sneaking away, forgetting about 
this...but, she knew that she couldn't, so, she moved toward the group 
of men, keeping in the shadows.  She saw a beer bottle lying nearby in 
a gutter; seizing it, she tossed it to her left, beyond the Thunderbolts, 
and started sprinting, quietly, toward her right.  As she expected, 
when the bottle hit the ground, the five gang bangers, in unison, 
turned toward the sound.   

     As Raven got closer to the gang members, she whipped out her 
baton and with a flick of her wrist, it snapped out to its 16" length.  As 
she reached the group of Thunderbolts, she screamed a 
"KIIIYAAAAHHH!!!" and leaped into the air, her body forming a 
knife edge, her left side downward, her right leg extended.  Like a pile 
driver, she slammed into Sonny's back, driving the man-mountain 
toward one of his partners.  Both collapsed in a heap as Raven dropped 
to the ground, landing in a crouch, on her feet.  As the other gang 
members turned back toward this new sound, the lady cop dived at and 
tackled one of the gang bangers.  Before the other two could react, 
Raven sprang upward, the muscles of her legs pushed her, catapaulted 
her into the air, toward the gang members.  She quickly kicked 
outward with her right foot, connecting with the chin of one of the 
gang members still standing.  As she landed, she felt three rounds hit 
her in her ribs - the last guy standing was pumping .38 caliber rounds 
at her! 

     Raven grunted from the impact, gratified that her invulnerability 
was helping her.  She pivoted on one heel, extending her arm outward, 
bringing the baton around in a wide arc that caught the thug in the 
side of his head with a solid 'thwack'.  Number five had bitten the 
dust!  YEESSSS!!!!   

     The fight wasn't over yet, though.  Sonny and his pal were getting 
back up, and turning towards the heroine.   He recognized her, the 
Bitch who'd gotten away.  He still wanted a piece of her ass, and this 
time Gash wasn't here to spoil the fun.  He'd have to be careful though, 
she could hit.  He grabbed the other man and quickly whispered to 
him, as Raven turned, to see if they were all down, smiling when she 
saw he was up, as if the little slut *wanted* him. 

     Raven turned, and saw Sonny, and the other one, whom she pretty 
much dismissed, getting back up.  She smiled.  'Good' she thought "I 
want to hit that asshole some more."  She moved in, carefully, for 
Sonny was dangerous, even when she was invulnerable. 

     In the meantime, the lady cop, and the other Thunderbolt were still 
fighting.  He'd been suprised by her tackle, but was slightly stronger, 
and, at the moment, the fight was even, with both of them struggling, 
trying to find an advantage over the other.  Neither of them could help 
out in the fight developing between the heroine, and the other gang 
bangers. 

     Sonny flexed his muscles, and slowly walked at the woman, as the 
other gang banger, who went by the name of Marko, moved around to 
her left.  Raven held her ground, deciding that since she knew where 
they were, she'd let them attack, so as not to overcommit to one of 
them.  Though, truly, she only saw Sonny as a threat. 

     The cop swung her arm back, into the side of the ganger's head, 
stunning him for a moment.  She took advantage to roll him onto his 
back, and straddled him, reaching for one of the two pairs of cuffs that 
she had on her belt. . . 

     The two gang bangers moved in carefully.  Sonny was wary of how 
hard she could hit, and that baton made him more wary still.  Marko 
was also wary, having heard the tales of how she had kicked the crap 
out of half the 'bolts.  He also liked looking at her...she did have quite 
a body. 

     The cop pulled out the cuffs, and grabbed one of the ganger's arms.  
She pulled it over his head, and got ready to secure it to a light post 
nearby. . .  

     Marko suddenly darted in at Raven, aiming low, for her waist and 
upper thighs, to tackle her.  He'd played safety in high school varsity 
football, and didn't figure any bitch could get away from one of his 
tackles.  However, Raven wasn't just any girl.  She spun, the baton 
flashing, hitting him in the side of the face, then her leg shot out, in a 
side kick, again to the face, and Marko flew back a few steps, and 
faded into blissful darkness. 

     The cop was about to cuff the man, when his other hand came up, 
and grazed her breast.  She gasped, in suprise, nearly dropping the 
cuffs. . . 

     Sonny grinned, and came in at the bitch.   He had her now!  
Suddenly Raven dropped low, leg flashing out, hitting his one ankle 
on its side.  He fell to the ground, with a loud *oof*.   Quickly,  Raven 
leaped onto his back, her fingers entwining themselves in his hair.  
Three times she lifted his meaty head and three times she slammed in 
into the pavement.  Then, with Sonny out, Raven rolled off Sonny, did 
a reverse somersault ending beside the Dallas cop and her thug, and 
with a quick rap of the baton dropped the last 'Thunderbolt'. 

     The cop got up, looking at the woman who saved her.  The huge 
baton seemed to collapse, and the woman put it away. 

     "Thank you" said the flustered cop "But who are you?" 

     "Call me Raven" Kate replied "I'm on your side." 

     "So I noticed" said the cop, making a note to pass word of this 
Raven onto her fellow officers.  She watched as the heroine faded 
away, into the darkess. 

     Kate smiled, and headed home, for a shower and sleep.  She had 
won this round. 

     CHAPTER FIVE:  Limits 

      Kate woke refreshed, feeling extremely pleased with herself, and 
what she'd accomplished the previous night.  It felt SO good, helping 
that cop, stopping those gang bangers.  Best part was the look in 
Sonny's groggy eyes as he was ushered into the police van for the trip 
downtown.  Heheheh.  Raven had earned her wings! 

     She decided that she would continue being a superheroine.  She 
needed to do some work, but the rush of helping someone, of stopping 
a crime, was just too fine to give up.  First, she felt she had to learn a 
little more about her "powers and abilities beyond ordinary people".  
She was also a little concerned about something Sonny said -- he'd 
recognized her.  What if that happened when she wasn't ready for a 
fight?  Did she need a mask or hood or something?  Did she need to 
think about a secret identity? 

     She also knew she had to investigate why she had problems at 
SMU.  She donned her new costume and went out to her motorcycle.  
After firing the little Honda "Rebel", she headed down toward the 
campus.  She decided to walk the same ground she walked the other 
night, when she was hunting the rapist (who, it turned out, was 
actually TWO men, rent-a-cops).  After a 30 minute ride, she parked 
at the same general area she had used the previous night, locked her 
helmet onto the bike, and started walking around campus.  She walked 
around for about 30 minutes, covering much the same ground as the 
other night, but didn't seem to feel the weakness, or the burning 
sensations she had felt then.  

     As she walked around, she suddenly realized that she was barefoot 
at the time, and that the first problems were with her feet.  Reluctantly, 
she removed her boots and socks, and resumed her walking tour of the 
grassy areas of the campus.  The more she walked on the grass, the 
more the soles of her feet started to hurt, even to burn her.  Finally, she 
stepped off a pathway and sat on a fallen tree, and began examining 
her soles.   Raven could see hundreds of red spots, like a rash, on her 
soles, between her toes.  Poking the larger areas of red, she could feel, 
through the bottom of her feet, increased pain as her finger pushed the 
skin inward. 

     Suddenly, Raven sprange to her feet!  Her thighs were burning, 
were on fire!  Contorting her body, she looked down at her upper 
thighs, just below her panties (and her contortions amused/pleased 
several men passing nearby).  Now she had really major 'rash' marks 
on her upper legs!   How . . .?  The LOG!  She was on the log, 
examining her feet when the pain started.  She examined the log 
closely, but didn't see anything abnormal - no fungus, no fire ants.  As 
a test, she removed one glove and placed the palm of the hand on part 
of the log.  Within a minute, she had to yank her hand away, fanning 
it to cool it.  She could see small sparks on the palm of her hand! 

     Thinking back to the night she had patrolled the campus, Raven 
realized that the common pattern here seemed to be plants.  She 
walked on grass, barefoot.  Parts of her butt/thighs were on the log, 
and started to burn.  Even the rope that guy used on her was hemp, 
wasn't it?  And the past few years, she seemed to have more and more 
problem eating salads, broccoli, spinach.  She had to quit, about three 
years ago, because a good salad would burn her mouth and stomach 
for a day or two.   

     Now late in the afternoon, Raven decided to return to her shop at 
the mall, and get good workout session in,  before calling it a day.  
While riding her bike over to the shop, she thought more about a 
tentative theory she had developed.  Somehow, plants, and especially 
dead plants, like that log, that hemp rope, at least caused her pain 
where it touched her skin.  Did it have something to do with her 
getting weak?  Well, it did seem like, while she was tied with the 
hemp rope, she became more and more groggy, less able to fight, to 
think clearly.  So maybe exposure to plants not only burned her, but 
robbed her of her powers! 

     When she got to the mall, she decided on one more test.  She pulled 
the battery out of her bike and  took it into her dojo or self-defense 
school, went into the back room and poured some of the caustic 
solution into an old cup.  Gritting her teeth, she removed a glove 
again, and carefully, very carefully put one finger into the mix.  No 
reaction.  Nothing.  She ran her acid-wet finger across her lips, but 
still felt only wetness, no pain.  Then she went to the back wall and 
rested her ungloved palm against an exposed 2x4 stud.  Again, after a 
minute, she had to pull her hand away from the wood, and again saw 
sparks on her palm. 

     Raven put on her glove and went back to the main room of the 
school.  No more classes were scheduled for the day, so she decided to 
spend the next few hours vigorously working through several exercises 
and routines, to hone her skills.  She worked with her collapsible baton 
and her two throwing knives, until she felt exhausted, but in a good 
way, with all she had accomplished.  She now knew she had to stay 
away from grass, leaves and wood.  Also, she felt that her combat 
skills were becoming even better than before. 

     As she walked out of the dojo toward her bike, she again 
considered whether she should make some sort of hood or mask, 
should try to maintain a "secret identity". 

     Kate hopped onto the bike, as she felt her stomach growl.  She 
decided to get some food before heading home, and deciding if she 
wanted to go out on patrol.  She drove for a bit, to a fast food place, 
and ate, then headed home.  She parked her bike in the underground 
garage and then headed up the stairs to her apartment.  She put her 
helmet and gloves next to the door, then pulled off her boots.   

     "A shower" she thought, "then perhaps a patrol." 

     Kate walked into her bedroom, pulling off her top as she walked in, 
tossing it idly to the ground, then, topless, went over to the bed, sitting 
on it, to check her messages.  She leaned over to her nightstand, where 
the machine was, and saw there weren't any messages.  However, 
something was next to the machine.  It was a round red ball, with 
black straps to either side of it. 

     "What the hell is..." she began to say. 

     Suddenly it shot into the air, coming at her face.  Before the 
startled girl could do anything, the ball hit her mouth, forcing itself 
between her teeth, the straps fastening tightly behind her head.  
"Mmmmph" she said, in shock, reaching her arms for the straps.  
Behind her, by the upper posts of her four poster bed two ropes slid up, 
then shot at the heroine. 

     Kate squealed as something wrapped around her wrists and 
forearms, then tugged her back, arms spread wide, onto her bed.  
"What's happening?" she thought, her words being muffled by the gag, 
the suprise of the events leaving her stunned.    Over the next couple 
minutes, the heroine watched helplessly as first her skirt, then panties 
slid themselves off of her.  Then, more ropes slid up, and, though she 
kicked and squrimed, eventually she was bound, naked, gagged, and 
spread-eagled on her own bed.   Then her closet door opened and out 
stepped two men. 

     "Whip and Pliers!" she thought, in horror, pulling against her 
bonds.  She watched, helplessly, as they walked over to her bed, and 
one of them set a bag on the nightstand. 

     "We are here to entertain you, chica" one of the two said.  "And" he 
added "when you are ready, to pleasure you as well." 

     "MMMPPHHH" said the heroine. 

     "Yes, we know you think that ... now, but you will change your 
mind." 

     The other began removing things from the bag ... she couldn't see 
them all.  But she saw some long feathers,  a silk cloth of some kind ... 
and ... as a tremble passed though her ... that damn 'bitch-tamer'.  And 
there were other things she could not see.
 

     The two brothers looked at each other.  One grinned.  "We should 
be as dressed as our hostess."   The other nodded, and the brothers 
began to strip, as Kate helplessly looked on.  She again yanked on the 
ropes, but was unable to loosen the knot.  And, even worse, she 
realized that the ropes were hemp, not nylon!  Within seconds, the 
burning started whereever the ropes touched her bare skin, and she 
started to feel a weakening. 

     "Chica, you may remember us from the warehouse," one said.  "I 
am Jose, and this is my brother Jesus.  As you know, when we are 
together, close to each other, he becomes, how you say, telepathic?  I 
become telekinetic.  He can read your mind, I can move things." 

     "I leaarned something about you, Senorita Kate 'Raven' 
Windrunner," Jesus added, "that night in the warehouse.  I'm learning 
more, now, just standing here next to you." 

     "Mmmphhgg!!" Kate groaned through the ball gag. 

     "Oh, no, chica," Jesus said, "relax, enjoy the attention of two 
VERY skilled hombres!" 

     "EEEEEEEEEEE" Kate screamed, but not loudly enough to pass 
the ball gag.  Jose immediately place a silk scarf (Kate's) over the top 
of the gag, to muffle any noise from her mouth.  Then he tied a 
second, cloth bandana, across her eyes, so that she couldn't see what 
the brothers were doing.  She continued to struggle, with all her 
strength, but the knots were too well tied, her strength being sapped 
too quickly. 

     Kate felt something soft, light stroke her right breast, then her left 
one.  She could feel her nipples starting to get hard from this 
sensation, her body betraying her resolve.  Suddenly, Kate felt one 
hand, then another lightly touch her inner thigh, just above the knee, 
and move ever so slowly upward, upward, and upward toward her 
cunt.  She struggled to relieve herself of the pleasure caused by these 
hands, but was unable to ease the effect.  She thought she would go 
mad with pleasure when the hands stopped at the top end of the inner 
thigh, fingers (thumbs?) ever so lightly touching her labia and the 
hands slowly drew circles on her inner thigh.  This continued for 
minutes-that-seemed-like-hours, slowly building in Kate a pleasure 
wave.  Still the soft, light touches stroked across her breasts, blood 
engorging her nipples to the point of being painful.  She needed to be 
stroked HARD, to ease some of the pain caused by all this delicate 
pleasure. 

     She felt a new sensation when a puff of warm air hit first her left 
ear, then her right!   

     "NNNnmmmgggghhhhh!" she groaned, at the pleasure this new 
sensation caused.  As the puffs continued against her ears, first one, 
then the other, sometimes both, simultaneously, she thought she would 
go mad, when suddenly, a tongue flicked into first one ear, then the 
other.  As the soft, wet tools licked inside her ear, then withdrew, to be 
replaced by teeth nibbling her ear lobes, Kate new that she couldn't 
resist the assault of these men.  She was rapidly losing all 
concentration, all focus, except that directed toward getting one of the 
men to stroke her hard, to help her get some kind of sexual release. 

     Yet their soft, gentle, teasing hands, tongues, and breath continued 
to torment the sexually-aroused super-heroine.   Her nipples were hard 
and throbbing, her body on fire.  She wasn't even feeling the pain 
caused by the ropes, so lost was she in her pleasure.  Her hips slowly 
bucked and circled in her helpless arousal.  At least it couldn't get 
worse, she thought. 

     Then the tongues disappeared from her ears, and the stroking 
stopped.  Kate wondered what was happening now.  For a few long 
minutes, that seemed like an eternity, nothing happened.  Kate felt her 
arousal dropping off just a little, and hoped that if they gave her 
enough time,  she could escape.  Then the stroking began again.  First 
around her still-hard nipples.  Something soft and light, perhaps a 
finger, but it felt softer, began to circle them.  Slowly, ever so slowly, 
her nipples were circled by the object, making them, if that were 
possible, even harder than before. 

     It did feel good, but she thought "I can handle this". 

     Then more stroking started, now along her inner thighs.  Long, soft 
strokes, from just over her knee, to just under her sex.  She felt her 
arousal growing again.  "I have to fight it" she thought, hoping to find 
a way to escape, and teach them a lesson.  Attacking her in her own 
bedroom..the nerve.  Just then new stroking started, light, soft touches 
along her swollen nether lips.  She couldn't help but moan into the gag 
at the pleasure the sensations gave her.  The soft stroking everywhere, 
her nipple throbbing, her cunt once  more getting wet, her arousal 
growing again. 

     Hands were on her feet, gently massaging them, rubbing and 
caressing the soles of her feet.  Still the other sensations continued, 
and again she moaned into her gag.  The grip on her feet changed to 
one of control, holding her feet still, and tongues moved to them, one 
of her most erogenous zones, licking her just the way she loved so 
much.  First each soft, warm tongue circled her five toes, in long 
broad, licks.  Then each toe was individually licked around, slowly.  
Finally, each toe was gently sucked, like a miniature cock.  The 
brothers repeated the licking and sucking, moving from toe to toe, on 
both her feet, with the gentle stroking continuing as well. 

     Again Kate felt her arousal peaking.  Her hips circled in 
helplessness, as she moaned, loudly into the gag.  Again her lips were 
swollen, her desire, her need, for more almost painful.  God, how she 
wanted to be fucked, her body was on fire with lust!  The licking at her 
feet ended and she heard movement again.  Then, suddenly the 
bandana was pulled away from her eyes, and she saw the two brothers.  
Naked, well muscled, tanned, they looked down at her body.  Her eyes 
went to thier crotches, where she saw identical cocks, hard and 
throbbing, with dark purple heads.  One reached over, and moved the 
scarf  then removed the gag.   She breathed in deeply, as she watched 
her tormentors.   

     Jose then spoke to her "You want us, don't you, chica?" 

     Kate didn't want to answer, but her body, and her hormones, 
betrayed her.  "Yesss" she hissed out. 

     "Muy Bien.  Now you must prove that you should be allowed 
come." 

     Kate was incensed.  Prove, prove, that she *should* come.  Why 
couldn't they just fuck her, she thought, amazed at the thought even as 
it raced through her head.  "You will now lick us, both of us, and, if 
we are pleased by your efforts, then we will let you come."  He then 
slid his cock to her lips, his brother moving his cock close as well. 

     Kate didn't hesitate, licking at the heads of one cock, then the 
other, with teasing licks.  Then she enveloped first one, then the other 
of the brother's heads, running her tongue over the crown of each 
cock, and gently sucking on it.  The brothers moaned, in turn, when 
their own tool was getting serviced.  Kate moved her head from cock 
to cock in turn now, taking each fully into her mouth, her tongue 
sliding all over each one.  She breathed over each cock, her breath and 
tongue sending each of the men into ecstacy.   Her head moved 
quickly, bobbing two or three times over each man before switching to 
the other.  Over and over she licked the two men, their moans, and 
caresses of her breasts and vagina, keeping her own arousal high.  She 
hoped to find some way to escape from the brothers, but she also 
realized that her libido had been stoked so high, she also needed some 
kind of sexual release.  BADLY!  

     The two brothers reached out with one hand each, and grabbed her 
hair.  Then in unison each thrust his cock into her mouth, stretching it 
wide.  Kate couldn't believe it, she'd never had anything like this done 
to her before.  Then, both cocks swelled, and shot their warm cum into 
her mouth.  Kate gagged a little, but began to swallow when Jesus 
roughly squeezed her clitoris, causing her to inhale and moan.   His 
quick action denied her any choice in the matter.    She began to gulp 
down the thick liquid as fast as she could, hardly any escaping.  She 
had to, she NEEDED to cum, and if they she didn't please them, then 
they wouldn't let her come. 

     The brothers pulled back, and grinned.  One at a time they went 
into her bathroom and cleaned up, then dressed.  Before they left, 
though, Jose put a vibrator into her cunt and cranked up the power, the 
vibrations starting to send surges of pleasure through the girl.  Not to 
be outdone,  Jesus strapped a clit stimulator onto Kate's waist, the 
small "working" end was snuggled against her clit and turned on.  
While they were out of the room, the clit stimulator and vibrator 
gradually drove Kate into higher and higher levels of need. 

     "Please, PLEASE let me come" the heroine begged, when the 
brothers returned to her bedroom. "You promised." 

     "So we did, senorita, and you will.  If you do as you are told." 

     Broken, her body betraying her, Kate nodded.  She wasn't in a 
position to argue anyway. 

     Jesus spoke next "We will untie you, you will then roll over, and 
spread your legs apart, with your arms over your head.." 

     She nodded, and the ropes undid themselves.  Kate rolled onto her 
belly, spreading her legs wide, and stretching her arms over her head.  
She wasn't suprised when the ropes rebound her, but they were looser 
now. 

     "You will be able to escape these ropes with a little bit of effort.  It 
will take you ling enough, though, so you will not be able to see which 
way we go when we leave.  We will visit you again sometime, senorita.  
And. we are men of our word, so you may cum." Jose had moved 
between her legs, and replaced the vibrator with the 'bitch tamer', and 
clicked it onto it's lowest setting.   Kate gasped as the huge fake cock 
came to life, her moans getting louder, and she felt, barely, as they 
locked its harness into place.  The huge vibrator and the clit stimulator 
now started to drive her crazy with sexual tension. 

     The men watched the heroine as her first orgasm quickly hit her, 
and knew they'd have time to escape.  They would visit this one again.  
They left her place, her moans still loud and rising in volume, slipped 
down the stairs, and into the street.  Behind them, Kate began the first 
of a series of orgasms, each seeming to be stronger than the last.  As 
the two tools fueled her arousal, she writhed on the bed from the 
pleasure they caused.  The brothers had arranged the ropes such that 
her torso was lifted slightly off the bed.  To her horror, Kate found that 
every time she moved, her breasts, her nipples dragged across her satin 
sheets.  These new sensations added fuel to her fires.  She lost all 
interest in trying to undo the knots, as easy a task as it might have 
been.  She felt her will, her resolve getting weaker and weaker as every 
new orgasm wracked her body. 

     >From an alley across the street, eyes watched the  Garza boys 
leave the apartment, and turn down the street.  After waiting a 
moment to see whether they might return, Kate's friend Carol stepped 
out of the shadows and headed toward the apartment.  Slowly, she 
started up the stairs.  Near the door to Kate's apartment, Carol made 
one last look around, then entered Kate's apartment.  She immediately 
heard her friend's moans, coming from the bedroom.  Carol quickly 
went into the bedroom, recoiling when she saw her friend tied to the 
bed, obviously trapped in paroxyms of pleasure.   

     Carol watched silently for a few moments as Kate moaned and 
squirmed, oblivious to her presence.  Carol wasn't sure what to do.  
Should she help Kate, or, should she call Gash.  He was mad at her, 
and Kate had helped her at the bookstore, which would have made 
him more mad.  So, if she gave Kate to him, he might be happy with 
her again.  But, on the other hand, Kate *had* been shot, and unhurt, 
so, did she really want Kate mad at her.  Best to play it careful, she 
thought, for now. 

     She did enjoy watching the scene before her, but wanted to get out 
of here as well.  So, she slipped closer, quietly, and undid the straps on 
the tamer, then clicked it off.  She then darted out of the room, and the 
apartment, before Kate could recover, and see her. 

     Kate squirmed on for a few minutes, her head buried deeply in the 
pillows, the bitch tamer ever-so-slowly sliding out of her, as it was no 
longer secured.  A few more minutes passed, and the heroine began to 
get her wits about her, her heavy panting began to slow.  A few more 
minutes, and she was out of the ropes, and removing the clitoral 
stimuator.  She then collpased on the bed, exhausted, and soon fell 
into sleep.   

     Kate awoke in the morning, and staggered into the shower, where 
she tried not to think about the previous night.  But, she kept 
considering it.  She couldn't believe it, and she was ashamed of what 
she had done.  But, she did have to admit, it felt good... 

     As she ate her breakfast that morning, she continued to think about 
it.  She wanted to get the Garza's back, and she would..but first, she'd 
head to South Dakota.  Let them think she had fled them, then take 
them by suprise when she came back.  Happy with that thought, she 
went to her room to pack. 

      PART SIX:  Black Hills Beast 

     Kate's plane landed in Rapid City, SD after a long and bumpy 
flight from Denver.  She was relieved to have gotten out of Dallas, 
away from the Garza boys, from Gash's gang.  She needed time to 
think, to regain her resolve to be a "superheroine".  Hah!  After that 
night with the Garza boys, "superslut" was a more apt term for her, 
she thought, dejectedly.  Maybe this Dr. Trimble could help her 
understand her powers, who she had become?  He said he knew her 
parents and her background.   

     After retrieving her bag from the airline, she followed Dr. 
Trimble's instructions and took a cab into the Black Hills, away from 
the city.  After an hour-long drive, the cab pulled into a long gravel 
driveway, finally depositing the girl at the door of a large split-level 
ranch house.  No other houses were in sight; as the cab left, and only 
the weak porch light broke the Stygian dark of a cloudy night in the 
Black Hills.  Kate could sense that a storm was brewing off to the 
west, further into the mountains. 

     After a brief rap on the door, the opening door revealed to Kate a 
small, old man with a few wisps of hair and coke-bottle glasses.  
"Hello, my dear," the geezer began, his deep voice inconsistent with 
his small stature, "I'm Dr. Trimble, Steve!  Come in, come in!" 

     Warmed by the man's friendliness, Kate entered his house, 
dropping her bag on the floor.  "I didn't know the plane would land so 
late, or it would take so long to get here.  Maybe I should go find a 
hotel, return in the morning for our discussion?" 

     "No, no, my dear!" Trimble replied, "I have a spare room for your 
use.  You can stay here.  We can talk in the morning.  It's late, let me 
show you to your room, and then I'll see you in the morning!" 

     The doctor led the girl upstairs, into a room with an adjoining 
bathroom.  After bidding her good night, he left, closing the door 
behind him.  Kate walked around the bedroom, noting its spare 
furnishings.  She dropped her bag on the bed, took out her overnight 
kit, and headed into the bathroom to "wash up".  When she closed the 
bathroom door, she heard a loud click.  Turning quickly, she was 
shocked to see there was no doorknob inside the bathroom!  The room 
had no other doors, and no windows, either.  Suddenly, a hissing 
sound heralded the arrival of a beige gas, pumping into the room from 
the floor vents.   

     Kate began to kick, and throw her shoulder against the door, 
desperate to get out of the room, which was quickly filling with gas.  
Coughing, she looked for any way to get out of the room.  A mighty 
kick, then a second, only rattled the door in its frame.  Panic began to 
set in when Kate realized that she was trapped in this room.   
Coughing more intensely, now, she dropped to her knees, and began to 
lose consciousness.  Finally, after one last, futile hit by her fist on the 
door, Kate sagged downward, sitting on her heels, her head falling 
against the door.   

     ******************* 

     Some time later, Kate regained consciousness and slowly began to 
become aware of her surroundings.  She was obviously in the basement 
of the house - she could see outside through a casement window high 
on one wall.  The room had been fixed like a laboratory, apparently, 
with glass cases, and lab equipment on shelves.  Kate also realized that 
she was securely fastened to a table of some sort, with manacles or 
something on her wrists, ankles, and even around her throat.  She 
could turn her head, but that was the extent of her freedom.  She 
struggled, but was unable to get enough leverage to break any of the 
bonds.  She heard a door open behind her, and soon Dr. Trimble was 
beside her. 

     "I trust you're not too uncomfortable, my dear," he began.  "I've 
been trying to find you for fifteen years, and I didn't want to risk losing 
you so soon after having finally found you." 

     "Wh ... what do you want ... with me?" Kate asked, her tongue 
thick with residual effects of the gas. 

     "Ah, the typical response of a female in trouble.  Well, I guess this 
IS a classic, no, a stereotypical, situation, isn't it?" Trimble repled, 
laughing.  "I guess, as the 'villain', I should tell you my plans, to 
continue this little scene we have, eh, my dear?" 

     "I don't care what you want to do, just let me go and PLEASE 
STOP CALLING ME YOUR DEAR!" Kate screamed at the man, 
straining against her restraints. 

     Trimble laughed, then slowly ran a finger along the girl's leg.  She 
was only wearing a t-shirt and under pants; apparently the old fart had 
undressed her after gassing her.  "You see, about twenty-five years 
ago," Trimble began, "I got a grant from the Air Force.  I was a young 
doctor at Johns Hopkins University, in Baltimore, and got a grant to 
study hematology - blood - using Air Force enlisted personnel.  This 
was still during the Vietnam War, and Nixon's White House was 
always looking for tools to help win the war.  I sold them on the idea 
of improving a person's "defenses" by changing their blood, making it 
a source of power for repairs, more strength, and so on." 

     "So you're a Frankenstein," his captive replied, a slight tremor in 
his voice, "what's that got to do with me?" 

     "THINK, GIRL!" Trimble shouted.  "Your parents were stationed 
here at Ellsworth AFB back then, and I was sent here to use airmen as 
'test subjects'!" 

     "No!" 

     "Ah, yes, my de . . . , ah, that is, 'Kate'", the doctor stammered.  "I 
had a test group of fifty airmen and fifty women, who I injected with 
two different experimental compounds.  Nothing resulted from my 
study, unfortunately.  Their blood did not develop any special 
characteristics.  I thought my work was a failure.  Then I heard that 
two of my volunteers - your parents - married and had a child (and 
guess who that was, my dear)?" he said, tickling her under her chin.  
"I was able to get a blood sample from you shortly after you left the 
hospital.  I told your parents it was a precaution because they had been 
in my study." 

     "At first, your blood seemed normal.  Then, a few years later, I 
looked at the samples again and noticed some small particles in your 
blood.  I also noticed that they had some kind of glow, or shimmer.  
When I tried to open them, under an electron microscope, I was 
shocked to learn that nothing, NOTHING could open them!  I believe 
somehow, time, or mixing the two chemicals, or your parents' genetic 
background, or even a combination, caused these particles to be made 
by your body.  I needed more blood, or even you, to study this, to learn 
more about these particles.  By the way, my dear, I call them 
'Trimblers'." 

     "Well, obviously, I needed to do more studies.  However, your 
parents had, by then, transferred to another base, and left the service.  
I finally tracked them down, only to learn that they had died in an auto 
accident.  My detective didn't know if you had died in the accident, but 
reported that he couldn't find you." 

     "I recently was able, under the Freedom of Information Act, to get 
copies of your parents' records, which had been turned over to the 
government upon completion of my study.  I found out the locations of 
"next of kin", and had a new detective check them, all of them, to try 
and find you.  Once we found that your aunt and uncle, the Dempseys 
in Chicago had you, we ultimately managed to track you down in 
Dallas." 

     "But why do you need me?" Kate asked. 

     "Why, to study the particles in your blood, of course!" Trimble 
replied, laughing.  With that said, he picked up a hypodermic needle 
and a swab, cleansed the skin near her elbow, and jabbed the needle 
into her vein.  Or at least tried to do so.  The needle stopped at her 
skin.  A second, harder jab only resulted in the needle breaking!  Kate 
laughed, and said "You might as well let me go, doctor.  I'm 
invulnerable!  You'll never get a copy of my blood." 

     "This is AMAZING," the bewildered doctor replied.  "Now I have 
GOT to get some of your blood!"  He turned to one cabinet, and began 
rummaging around inside, jostling tools.  "AHA!" he shouted, "Now 
we'll get some blood!"   He returned to the girl's side and revealed the 
largest syringe Kate had ever seen.  The needle looked like a fucking 
horse needle!  This, too, however, failed to penetrate the girl's arm.  
The doctor shifted to other parts of her body:  her stomach, the inside 
of her thigh, even her vagina, but nowhere did he find a way to break 
her skin, to draw blood.  In desperation, he even tried to poke the 
needle into her eye, but even that avenue was closed to the doctor.  In 
disgust, he turned and left the room. 

     ******************* 

     Several BORING hours later, the doctor returned to the room and 
Kate.  "If I can't get a sample of your blood, I'll settle for the next best 
thing, I guess," the doctor said, approaching the table and Kate.  In his 
arms were several packages, containing a variety of sex toys.  "Other 
bodily fluids will contain enough information for me to start to 
understand you.  Maybe even give me hints on how to get 'under your 
skin', tee hee, tee hee," he giggled.   

     "First, we need to give me some operating room!" he said.  He 
picked up a scalpel and deftly cut off the girl's panties and t-shirt, 
leaving the bits of fabric under her body, but her front wide open.    
Next, he pulled out a large vibrator ("at least this one isn't a 'Bitch 
Tamer'", Kate thought, wryly), smeared some K-Y jelly on the end 
("thoughtful," Kate thought), then VIOLENTLY RAMMED the tool 
into the girl and used its attached cords to tie it to the girl's waist.  A 
flick of the switch and it started thrumming inside Kate, starting to 
give her some 'good vibrations'.  Next, Trimble took a pair of teat clips 
and affixed one to each of the girl's nipples, noting that the 'alligator 
jaws' did not phase the girl in the least as they clamped her flesh in 
their serrrated edges.  Finally, the doctor took a can of massage talc, 
and began to rub it into the girl's torso and legs, using long, slow, 
almost tender strokes on her inner thighs, across her stomach, and 
around her breasts.   

     Although Kate struggled, both against her bonds and against the 
pleasure sensations she was feeling, her body's reactions to the doctor's 
treatments were weakening her resolve.  Also, the more she struggled 
to escape his manacles, the more she seemed to be turning herself 
on?!?  This went on for several minutes, her libido moving her to 
higher and higher levels of pleasure.  The old man, while stroking the 
girl, leaned down and blew soft warm air on her clitoris, and tongued 
it, drawing circles around it with his tongue.  The long slow strokes on 
her stomach and inner thigh continued.  Kate quickly began to rise 
toward a peak, and suddenly, had a massive orgasm wrack her body, 
then another, while the doctor continued to pleasure the girl.  Some 
minutes later, the doctor abruptly stopped his stroking.  He untied the 
vibrator and retracted it from the girl's vagina.  Then he used a scalpel 
to scrape juices from her vagina, depositing them onto several slides, 
and into petri dishes.  As the girl writhed in afterglow, the doctor left 
her and the room.  Kate soon fell asleep, exhausted from her long day, 
and this new assault on her body. 

     ***************** 

     Some time later - the same night, based on the view through the 
sole window glass, darkly, in the basement, Kate awoke and saw a 
major storm raging outside.  Lightning seemed to pulse every other 
second, and thunder roared through the room.  "Now I seem to be in 
some cheap, Troma Pictures horror flick" she mused.  The doctor was 
not visible, so Kate again began working on her bonds, trying to get 
free.  She was able to sense that her wrists were held by handcuffs.  
She found that she could almost start to pull her hand through, only a 
bone on her wrist seemed to stop her.  Gritting her teeth, the girl 
exerted a mighty effort and yanked her hand through the handcuff's 
loop.  Anyone else would have suffered severe damage from this, but 
Kate's invulnerability and above-normal strength gave her the ability 
to free her hand.  Turning slightly, she exerted the same effort and 
managed to free her other hand.  Her wrists were sore, but unbroken.  
She found that the throat collar just had a simple pin holding it in 
place, so she quickly released that and was soon completely freed.  The 
only serious restraint had been the handcuffs.   

     The now-naked heroine slid off the examination table and began 
tip-toeing toward the one door out of the room.  She slowly opened the 
door and went up the steps behind it.  Opening a second door at the 
top of the stairs, Kate found that she was in the house's kitchen.  She 
quickly crossed the few feet of tile and went out the back door of the 
house.  "Storm's gotta be better than THAT place!"she thought, as she 
ran, naked, into the raging thunderstorm.  "Gotta be able to find a ride 
on the highway - who wouldn't stop for a naked chick?" the girl 
reasoned. 

     As she headed down the driveway, her feet slipping on the wet 
gravel, she slid to a stop at the foot of the driveway and rested a hand 
on the mailbox, trying to remember which way led to Rapid City.  
Suddenly, a lightning bolt lanced downward and hit the girl and the 
metal mailbox.  The mailbox exploded in a shower of sparks, the girl 
was thrown ten feet, landing in a ditch beside the driveway.  Thin 
wisps of smoke drifted out of the unconscious girl's ears, mouth and 
other orifices as she settled into the rushing water at the bottom of the 
ditch.  She'd taken a MAJOR hit from the lightning.  Only her 
invulnerable body had allowed her to survive, but the shock still 
rendered her senseless.  Fortunately, there was only a few inches of 
water in the ditch. 

     ************* 

     The doctor had gone to the kitchen for something and noticed the 
cellar door was ajar.  He quickly ducked downstairs and, upon seeing 
the empty table, ran slowly up the steps and outside.  He could just 
about see Kate's footprints in the mud behind the house, leading 
toward the driveway.  Ignoring the rain, Dr. Trimble pulled his white 
lab coat tigher and followed the footsteps, turning onto the driveway.  
He suddenly jerked to a stop when he saw the sky light up, and a shaft 
of lightning hit the ground not 100 feet before his face!  In the glare, 
he saw his mailbox explode and he saw Kate flung sideways into the 
ditch!  The skin on his face sizzled from the backblast of the lightning 
strike! 

     The old doctor carefully walked, hunched over, in fear of lightning 
'striking twice', to the end of the driveway and saw the nude girl, who 
had recovered somewhat, and was lying, moaning, one hand pressed to 
her forehead.  Trimble carefully stepped into the ditch and helped the 
girl to her feet.  Together, they climbed out of the ditch and limped 
back toward the house. 

     ************** 

     Kate recovered her senses slowly, lying in the ditch.  She was very 
groggy and felt like her insides were on fire (well, DUH! she HAD 
been near a lightning strike!).   She laid in the bottom of the ditch, 
waiting for the world to stop swaying around her, and put one hand to 
her forehead, trying to stabilize reality.  Water coursed through the 
ditch, over her body.   Kate, with great effort, managed to sit up when 
a shadowy figure in white stepped into the ditch.  "My guardian 
angel!" the befogged girl thought, smiling.  Kate reached up to a hand 
held out to her ("like God in that Italian chapel's painting" she 
thought) and was able to regain her footing, swaying once on her feet.  
Together, she and "her angel" (a surprisingly short angel) managed to 
climb out of the ditch and started walking back toward the house.  Part 
of Kate's brain screamed "NO, DON'T GO BACK!" but she was still 
too groggy to do more than limp along, one side resting on her 
"angel". 

     The pair entered the back door of the house, and started down the 
stairs, and Kate began to regain enough of her senses to realize the 
danger she faced.  She started to struggle with her "angel", who she 
now saw was the "mad doctor".  Trimble grabbed the girl's wrist in his 
bony hand and tried to drag her down the steps.  Weaving, eyes still 
not focused, Kate tried to pull backward, but only succeeded in 
slipping, her muddy feet flying forward, depositing the girl on her bare 
butt.  A yank from Trimble, one hand on her wrist, the other now 
holding an ankle, and the girl started bouncing down the steps, on her 
butt, toward the bottom.   

     At the bottom of the stairs, Kate was able to shake free from 
Trimble's grip and stand upright, but as she focused her eyes on 
Trimble, she saw him pouring the contents of a jar onto a cloth.  She 
turned to head back up the stairs when she felt his gnarly arm encircle 
her stomach, just below her breast line.  Suddenly, the cloth was 
placed across her mouth.  Kate instinctively reacted, inhaling deeply, 
and suddenly felt lightheaded.  Focus became worse for Kate, her 
vision clouded as the fumes from the chloroform-soaded cloth filled 
her lungs.  Trimble gave a strong pull with the arm around her body, 
forcing the girl to exhale, and suck in another breath.  Within seconds, 
Kate dropped to her knees, then fell forward as Trimble released her 
waist and her forehead thudded against the steps. 

     ************** 

     Some time later - daylight, judging from the light streaming 
through the basement window - Kate groggily managed to regain 
consciousness.  Tied down, AGAIN!  She struggled, weakly, but found 
that she was again handcuffed and bound to the lab table.   Although 
she still felt weak, groggy from the chloroform, she also felt her "inner 
fire" again, and it seemed even stronger than ever!  "Must ... wait ..." 
she thought.  She began taking slow, deep breaths, to clear her head. 

     Moments later, Dr. Trimble returned to his "laboratory" in the 
basement and paused at the door to gaze upon his beautiful lab subject.  
Her tight breasts were slowly rising and falling as she inhaled and 
exhaled.  Her little black bush was just barely visible, from the side.  
Before turning on the lab light, though, the doctor noticed a very faint 
glow coming from the woman's body.  "In fact,"  he thought,  "near the 
edges of her body, along her outline, there was almost a shimmer 
effect.  How odd?" 

     Trimble got some implements from one of his cabinets and 
approached the subject.  Kate, hearing his approach, turned her head 
and glared at him.  "How long are you going to keep me here!" she 
demanded. 

     The doctor smiled at the girl, but said nothing as he began 
attaching alligator clips at the ends of a multi-meter onto the girl's 
nipples.  He fiddled with the dials on the small instrument for a 
moment, sucked in his breath, then turned away.  Moments later, he 
returned and connected a battery charger to the girl's nipples (positive 
on the left, negative on the right - or was it the other way around?).  
He gingerly stepped away from the girl and plugged the charger into a 
wall outlet, then examined the multi-meter again.   

     "Good lord!" he said, "do you feel anything, my dear?" 

     Although reluctant to talk to the pig, Kate knew the only way she 
would learn more about her body was to feed his ego, give him what 
he wanted.  For now. 

     "I feel warm, tingly, inside," she replied.  "What's happening?  
What do you see?" 

     "I checked your body a moment ago and found a slight indication 
of some kind of energy, or magnetism ... something, on the surface of 
your skin.  When I connected you to the wall outlet, there was a slight, 
but steady increase in energy," Trimble replied, distracted by the need 
to record his findings.  "It seems like ... hmmm." 

     Trimble continued to perform experiments on his naked captive, 
attaching one instrument to her skin, then another.  Still the battery 
charger hummed, pumping electricity directly from the 110 volt outlet 
into her body, through her nipples!  Through all this, Kate felt herself 
getting slightly warmer inside, began feeling her "inner fires" rise.  
She also felt stronger now than she ever had before.  While ready to 
test the strength of her restraints, she decided that to feign weakness 
might be wiser until the doctor left, although he was so distracted by 
his tests, she might as well not have been there. 

     "This is amazing," Dr. Trimble said, more to himself than to Kate, 
several hours later.  "Based on what I have observed, I believe that the 
'Trimblers', the small entities in your blood, must be absorbing the 
electrical energy.  I have never seen such a thing before!  Even the 
samples I took from you when you first arrived here, yesterday, did not 
react like this!  So what ... hmmmm ... OF COURSE!!  The lightning 
..." Trimble said, as he turned and walked out of the cellar. 

     As the man left the basement, Kate decided she'd like to end this 
farce, now!  Struggling, with all her strength, she was able to pull both 
hands free from the handcuffs, much more easily than before!  She 
found a small padlock held her neck collar closed, but was able to 
exert enough pull to snap it open!  Phenomenal, it was like she had the 
strength of, what, 10 or 20 men?!  After removing the battery charger's 
clips from her nipples, she quickly unfastened the leg restraints and 
got to her feet, feeling strength surge through her.  Kate hopped off the 
exam table and headed, again, for the cellar door. 

     The door opened just as Kate was about to reach for the knob.  
Trimble stood in the doorway, holding his equipment for his next 
'experiment, a shotgun in his arms.  He quickly reacted to the sight of 
Kate advancing toward him by firing a load of buckshot at the girl's 
stomach.  Though the blast forced Kate back a few feet, she did not go 
down, the buckshot did nothing to her skin.  While Kate expected 
(HOPED FOR!) this result, Trimble was stunned, and let the gun sag 
in his arms. 

     Kate quickly dived forward, landing on her hands, and did a 
somersault, ending with one foot hitting the doctor in his knee.  The 
impact shattered the doctor's leg and threw him backward onto the 
steps, screaming in pain and dropping the gun.  Kate scrambled to her 
knees and reached foreward, grabbing the doctor by his coat lapels.   

     "Now, you sick old fuck," she hissed at the moaning man, "if you 
want to get out of this basement alive, you're going to give me some 
information!" 

     "Unnnhh," Trimble moaned, "get me ... morphine ... that cabinet 
..." 

     Kate lifted the man (he seemed surprisingly light) and carried him 
to the exam table, where she fastened him down with his own ankle 
restraints, then (after finding the key in Trimble's lab coat), 
handcuffed the man.  A moment later, with Trimble's help, she found 
his sedative and gave him a shot.  As the pain-killer took effect, and 
the agony from his leg eased, the doctor settled back on the lab table, 
his breathing began to slow. 

     "Start talking, Doc," Kate said, running one hand over the doctor's 
broken leg, causing him to jerk and moan in pain. 

     "NNNNhhhhh," he cried, "STOP IT!"  A moment later, after a few 
deep breaths, the doctor began talking, slowly, to the girl.  "I need 
some of your blood to be sure," he began, "but I believe you are a 
mutant.  When your parents' blood mixed to form you, my two test 
serums created a new hybrid product, what I told you I call Trimblers." 

     "Yeah, yeah, you said that last night," Kate snarled, anxious to 
leave this insane asylum.  "Skip the commercial and get to the point, 
asshole!" 

     "Yessss,  well, my dear," he continued, then recoiled at the glare he 
got from the girl, "er, Kate, yes.  The quick report is that the Trimblers 
collect and hold energy, like small batteries.  They slowly emit energy, 
and they seem to give you some kind of invulnerability.  Maybe more 
energy, too, based on the leap you just did.  Obviously, more strength, 
too, else how would you get free from my restraints?" 

     "You can feel things ("Don't I know THAT!" Kate thought) ," he 
continued, tiredly,  "but nothing can penetrate the outside of your skin.  
This is like a 'force field'.   Last night it was just very close to your 
skin.  Since the lightning hit you, though, the force field seems to have 
expanded.  It seems to include not just your skin, but apparently 
anything within a few centimeters ... say 1/8th to 3/16 of an inch, of 
your skin.  You could wear clothes and your clothes would appear to 
be indestructible." 

     "Go on," Kate said, interested in hearing more. 

     "Well," Trimble continued, "I guess you could 'recharge' your 
Trimblers with a battery charger, like I did to you, or let lightning hit 
you.  Both seem to increase the density of the force field, but do not 
extend it further away from your skin.  You become, er, ah, 'more 
invulnerable', but do not protect other things ... you understand?" 

     "Yes", Kate replied. 

     "Well, I don't know if there is a limit to this power, or a limit to 
how fast you can absorb energy, or how much you can absorb.  
Obviously, though, until you 'run out of energy', you remain 
invulnerable." 

     "And have increased strength and agility," Kate thought.  Thinking 
quickly, she asked, "Can I be grounded?  Like a short circuit?" 

     "Hmmm, interesting," Trimble thought, "yes, perhaps, but I would 
need to, ah, conduct more tests.  But in theory, if the Trimblers can 
receive energy, and store it, there must be a way to discharge the 
energy from them.  Why, what have you experienced?" 

     "I think I've heard enough, and you've learned enough, you sick 
fuck," Kate said to the doctor.  "I have learned all I need, I think.  I 
should kill you, but that's not my way.  I'm going to leave, but I'm 
going to call the cops when I get to Rapid City.  If I ever see or hear of 
you near me, again, though, I won't be so free with your life.  DO 
YOU UNDERSTAND!?" 

     "Yes, yes," a shaken Trimble cried, thankful to be alive.  "Just give 
me another shot before you leave, okay?"   

     Kate turned to the cabinet for more medicine.  Not thinking, she 
put the handcuff key on the lab table, and as her back turned to the 
doctor, he palmed the key.  Kate returned to the table and gave the doc 
another shot of morphine, then left the bottle and syringe near him.  
She turned and sprinted up the stairs, up to the bedroom (leaving the 
bedroom door open, a chair in the threshold) and started to get 
dressed.  Her clothes, her bag, were still on the bed where she'd 
dropped them last night.  Except for a quick trip to the bathroom for a 
shower and to use the toilet (another chair in the doorway), she 
quickly got dressed and gathered her belongings.   

     Going downstairs, she checked again on the doctor, and he seemed 
to be sleeping from the morphine.  A quick search upstairs revealed 
some money and the keys to the doctor's old van.  Kate hopped into the 
van and found her way back to the airport.  After calling the Rapid 
City police department, she was able to grab a standby seat to Denver, 
where she caught another plane back to Dallas-Fort Worth 
International, and home.  It was late, after eleven, when she arrived at 
D-FW, and she nearly fell asleep on the way home.  At one point, 
though, she overheard the cab's radio, announcing the play-by-play of 
a basketball game at SMU.   

     "Shit," Kate mused, "I know what THAT means!"