PART 1:
Kate Windrunner, daughter of Brian Windrunner, of the Lakota Nation, and Mary Dempsey of the Chicago Irish, headed home, a little guilty that she didn't go to the Southern Methodist University campus to try and stop the 'rent-a-cop' rapists, but she just felt too tired, too drained of energy. Sure, she had gained tremendous energy when that lightning bolt hit near her, outside Rapid City, South Dakota, but that was almost twelve hours ago. She hadn't slept for at least thirty-six hours, and even her incredible energy was draining rapidly. She entered her little apartment and immediately fell into bed; happily, there was no attack around SMU that night.
The next morning, feeling refreshed and that she had regained some of her energy, Kate decided to get back into a normal daily routine starting today. Also, she needed time to make one addition to her costume. She was worried about other attacks on her when she was in her Kate Windrunner persona. It seemed like too many people, like the Garza brothers, Gash and the Thunderbolts, and that lady cop, had seen her face. She used some of her left-over blue spandex to make a mask/hood that covered her face down below the eyes, the top of her head, and, when fastened in the back of her head (with velcro), bunched her hair into a short pony tail. The mask/hood also served as a helmet liner when she was on her motorcycle, a necessity when riding in the Texas summer. The rest of her costume consisted of a form-hugging dark blue lycra top, elbow-long black lycra gloves, black silk panties, a black lycra skirt, and calf-high red leather boots with low heels; her skirt has loops for a small nylon belt which holds a sheath for a collapsible tactical baton and small pouch for keys or money. She also has a small wrist wallet. There are throwing knives in sheathes in her boots.
Over the next week, Raven, the new super heroine, began her new lifestyle: work by day, a patrol by night. She phoned an anonymous tip into the Dallas P.D., and a few days later the local TV news reported that the two SMU rapists were busted after the next basketball game. Her patrols didn't net her much, just a couple thugs collared, and a mugging prevented, but, at least she didn't run into Gash and the Thunderbolts.
The first weekend home after her trip went by quietly, and she started a new week, expectantly. She was adjusting to her new routine now, and was less tired. Her patrols were now lasting longer, and she was becoming a familiar sight in some parts of town. The police recognized her and often waved to the new heroine, apparently accepting the idea of a masked crimefighter in Dallas. A typical night's patrol involved Raven driving her small motorcycle to a neighborhood, parking the bike in an out-of-the-way location, then patrolling the streets on foot, sticking to the shadows. At times, she jogged down alleys, or running from shadow to shadow, from one likely trouble spot to another likely trouble spot.
As Raven ended her patrol of a downtown area one Tuesday night, and decided to head back to her motorcycle, two hookers walked over to her and asked if they could talk to her.
"Sure" said the heroine.
"We've heard you help people out ... well, you didn't hear this from us, but girls have been vanishing over near the old textile plant."
"Thanks" Raven said, and vanished into the night. She began the jog back to her bike, stashed in an alley near Akard Street. As she stepped into the alley, she saw a figure near her bike. Dropping slightly into a fighting stance, pulling the black metal collapsible baton from the sheath on her waist, Raven edged closer to the person. Just as Raven was about to strike, the mystery person, holding a handgun (!), stepped into the light and Raven saw ... a cop! A female cop ... the one she had helped the first time she went on patrol!
"So," Susan Books began, "this IS your bike? I thought I saw you on the Stemmons heading south. Almost lost you, but doubled back and ..."
"Can I help you, officer," Raven replied, warily.
"No," Susan answered, reholstering her pistol, "but, since you helped me, I thought I might offer you some advice."
"If you're going to suggest that I quit this crimefighting, you're wasting your breath," Raven snapped. "I can help ..."
"You can help," the officer interrupted, "get yourself into trouble, probably even prison, lady! You don't have the power to arrest people. I saw the way you fought, you're very skilled. You could easily hurt someone, badly ..."
"Isn't that the idea?"
"NO, Miss ... Raven?" Susan continued, "but when you, alone, rough up four people, then call the cops, it's the word of those four against yours as to what has happened! They get in court and say, 'We came back from a bar, we were a little loud, maybe we said some insulting suggestions, judge, and this weirdo in leotards comes after us! We were too drunk, and she was too out of control, to prevent a fight.' And believe me, Raven, you'll be in jail for 2 to 5 for assault and battery! Any 'evidence' you might have obtained is corrupted, can't be used in court, because you haven't followed the legal rules of evidence! You may not know this, but Sonny would have been released except for the fact that he attacked a police officer, or tried to, at least.
"And what happens if, in fighting, someone else's personal property is damaged, or even another person is injured! Who's going to pay for it? The perp can say that might not have happened but 'Raven threw me through that window'!"
"But the other officers have waved at me ..."
"And back in the station house, every one of the mothers' sons is laughing at you, and making snide remarks, suggestions, not just about you, but to me, and other police women. 'Hey Susan, you'd look great in spandex and boots!' 'Hey Books, here's a cape for your uniform!'"
Raven's enthusiam had just been dashed with several buckets of ice water. She stood dumbstruck, her mouth open, looking at the lady cop. She KNEW she could make a difference, get some scum off the streets. But NOT from a jail cell!
"Go home, and let me talk to some people about what you can do, legally, to help the police. I copied down the license plate on your bike, I'll run the tag, and get back to you. Is that tag still legit?"
"Yes," a dejected super heroine replied. Her morale was sinking lower and lower. She felt as if her strength was draining from her limbs, from worry about legal issues, about how easily this officer could track her down from the plate on her motorcycle, on the ..., on the way the other cops were laughing at her, behind her back, viewing her as some cartoon character with tits, not a legitimate super heroine. Did Wonder Woman have to deal with this? In this man's world, yes, probably she did.
Officer Books walked away from Raven, out of the alley. In a distracted manner, Raven returned her baton to its sheath, unlocked her helmet from the bike, put it on, and fired up the little 450cc Rebel. As she raised the kickstand and prepared to head home, she suddenly remembered the two hookers. Damnit! They said women were possibly being hurt! She couldn't turn her back on this! However, she also had learned caution from her fights with the 'bolts, and the trip to South Dakota, so, she decided to approach this situation more carefully.
The next day, when Officer Books didn't call, Raven resolved to deal with the missing women. That night, back in costume, Raven drove downtown again and found an old derelict building near the disused textile plant, and, for the next few nights she returned to this building and watched the area. One of the outlying warehouses seemed to be the focal point. She didn't see anyone taken inside, but she couldn't see the whole place. A dark van drove up twice during the period, and she noticed that a guard walked around the building at night.
Finally, her curiosity got the better of her, and she decided to see what was happening inside. First, she decided, she needed to deal with the guard. He patrolled fairly regularly, so she picked the spot where she'd get him, then took her time getting there, moving slowly, stealthily through the shadows. She could see that the guy wasn't a security guard - he wore no uniform, only blue jeans, a Cowboys jacket, and a dirty t-shirt. While no weapon was apparent, the bulky jacket could have hidden an Uzi. Raven knew that she had to attack him, and knock him out. Until Books squared her with the local cops, Raven resolved to try to leave no one who could say, in court, exactly who had attacked them.
The guard walked his rounds, bored and tired. "No one ever came out here, man," he mused, and he'd rather be in *thud*
Raven collapsed her baton, grabbed the guard's legs and dragged the man backwards, into the shadows. She searched him quickly, and found an Uzi and a pair of handcuffs. She quicky cuffed him to an old light pole. "Hmmm..don't want him yelling...better gag him." Raven decided. A quick search of him didn't reveal anything useful for such a purpose. Then she grinned, devilishly. She reached under her skirt, and slid her panties down. "I know that these work for gagging" she giggled, then used them as a gag on him.
Raven then moved to a side door of the dark building, slid inside, and began to look around. She was in a dark hallway that ran ahead for ten or fifteen feet. She sidled slowly along one wall, not wanting to make any excess noise. The hallway led into another one that ran left and right. She looked both ways, then moved to the right. She followed the hallway, ready to react, she hoped, to anything unexpected.
The hallway was dark, and ran stright for quite a while, finally ending on a landing. On the landing there were stairs going down, as well as a new hallway running off to the right. Raven moved down the hallway to the right, to see what was there. It ended at a door. As she was getting close to the door, it opened, and a man stepped out, an Uzi over his shoulder on a sling.
Raven reacted, instinctively, before he could, and jabbed him in the solar plexus with a powerful blow from her hand, fingers extended. He folded over and she chopped him behind the ear, knocking him out, then leaped into the room. It was a lounge of sorts, with a card table, a smaller table with a coffee machine on it, some chairs, a radio, and a deck of cards. And it also had three more goons, who started to jump up as she entered, grabbing for their weapons.
Raven wasn't concerned though, and raced forward. She snapped a high kick out at the closest, her skirt riding high, and giving him a look at her bush for just a second before he was out cold. The other two were now standing up, desperately trying to bring weapons to bear on the lithe form. However, Raven was moving too quickly. She dropped into a roll that took her under the table, and into the legs of the third man, kicking viciously at the man's shin, who then fell to the floor in a heap. As Raven continued her move, and started rolling to her feet, the man on the ground grabbed at her ankle, keeping her from getting smoothly to her feet.
She was able to pull away though, the grab causing but a delay, not a true hold or trip. A rapid kick with the heel of her other boot, to his jaw, put him out of the fight, and she looked at the last one, who was swinging his weapon her way. She wasn't worried that it could hurt her, but, she didn't want the noise.
Raven knew she couldn't reach the man, across the gap between them, before he could pull the trigger, so she flipped her skirt up, flashing her pussy at the man, and running a finger along her nether lips. He gasped, took a half step backward, and froze, watching her show, his weapon slowly lowering toward his side and away from her. When the barrel was no longer aimed at her, Raven's leg came up in a perfect high kick, the toe of her right boot hitting him solidly, under the chin. The momentum of her blow caused the man to stagger backward to the wall behind him, thudding against it and knocking him out cold. He dropped his Uzi as he sagged to the floor.
Raven searched the room and found a box with handcuffs. Grabbing a handful, she used the cuffs to secure each man's arms behind himself, looping the chain through a standing pipe in the room. Having quickly secured the men, she smoothed her skirt and went to the door. No sounds, no signs greeted the super heroine when she looked out the door. Carefully, she went back to the landing, and headed downstairs. Five armed men subdued in just minutes, and she still didn't know what was going on in this place. She had to be careful. Anything with so many heavily-armed guards had to be important to someone.
At the top of the landing, Raven looked cautiously down the steps. She couldn't see all the way down them, as it was too dark. She began to pick her way, carefully, down them. She moved slowly, setting her weight carefully upon each step, so that they wouldn't loudly creak and give her away. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she found that she was in some sort of storage room. She couldn't see very far into it, as there were many wooden crates around it, piled high, and they created corridors through the room.
Raven decided to assume that the area was very large, and so she chose a corridior and moved down it. The shadows were deep here, and it would be easy for her, or for someone else, to hide within those shadows.
After perhaps 15 minutes of wandering the makeshift corriodors, she came to a place where she could see the center of the room. It was large open area, perhaps 40 feet across. In the center was a table sort of object, and a bank of machines, as well as 5 men. Three were obviously guards. One was a young man, dressed as a typical computer geek, and sitting at the bank of machines. The last was a tall man, in a white coat.
"We only need one more subject, Doctor, to confirm that the process works and finish calibrations," said the geek.
"Indeed so, and it shouldn't be too hard to get that subject. I will send the men to see to it."
Just then, Raven saw two men enter from another hall. "Look what we found poking around up top, sir," one of them said to the Doctor. Held between the men was a woman, her arms held behind her, and she was gagged and disheveled. And in uniform.
Raven recognized the woman as officer Books.
The Doctor smiled. "Prepare her, she will be the last test subject."
Raven realized that she had to help the officer even if it meant hurting some of these men. She couldn't let officer Books become a "test subject". And the odds weren't too bad, only 5 guards, then grab Books and get out. The Doctor and the geek could be ignored, she decided.
She slid her tactical baton from its sheath on her hip, and with a flip of her wrist, snapped it open in her hand, watching for a moment, before deciding what she would do. Without warning, she dashed into the room, the closest guard her target. There were shouts of alarm, and surprise, but she was on him before he could react, and a strong blow of the baton on the side of his head dropped him like a sack of potatoes.
Raven hurdled his unconcious form and moved toward the next guard. He dropped into a T-fighting stance and threw a rapid series of karate punches at her, but the agile heroine dodged most and used her baton to block the few that she failed to deflect. Suddenly, once she was in close, her leg shot up, her knee catching the man in the nuts. As he folded, the baton lashed out again, and he, too, dropped to the ground, unconscious.
Raven glanced around, to assess the situation. Two of the original three guards were down. The two that had brought Officer Books in had pushed her into a chair, and were trying to tie or handcuff her to it. Raven knew only needed to deal with one more man to get to them and release the cop. Books was not making their task easy, Raven was pleased to see.
Out of the corner of her eye, Raven saw the geek doing something, so she turned and tossed the baton at his head. It struck him, and he fell back, out of sight, his glasses breaking, the bits flying from his head. Completing her turn, Raven turned to face the last of the original guards, confident in her ability to take out the man rushing at her. Suddenly, Raven yelped, as hands slid under her arms, from behind, and grabbed her breasts, trying to use them to lift her off the ground.
The larger of the two men with officer Books had rushed up behind the girl while she was focused on the geek and the other guard, and "seized his opportunity" (well, actually, her tits). His large hands brutally squeezed Raven's breasts, his finger tips trying to dig into her flesh, as he used them as handles to lift the girl. Unfortunately for Raven, her invulnerability was working against her here; instead of causing the pain it would have for a normal woman, all she felt was arousal from his rough handling of her breasts. The palms of his hands could be felt rubbing her nipples through her thin spandex shirt. His hands were arched just enough, holding her breasts, such that the palms were almost "teasing" her nipples.
In one fluid motion, the guard who had been next on Raven's "hit parade" scooped up the super heroine's baton and rushed toward her, swinging his arm in an overhead arc, causing the baton to smash against the girl's forehead with tremendous force. Although the blow rattled her head, and caused a little blurry vision, Raven was otherwise unhurt (and still preoccupied with the goon squeezing her breasts). The baton-wielding guard paused, staring at this strange woman who took such a strong hit and survived, struggling, head shaking, but still conscious?!
Still dangling from her breasts, her boot heels maybe an inch off the floor, Raven seized the opportunity. She reached her arms behind the thug holding her in the air by her breasts, and put one hand on each side of the man. With this leverage, she then kicked upward with both feet, the toes of her boots hitting the other guard under the chin. The force of the blow sent her baton flying from the man's hands as he flew up and back a few feet to land on the floor. "Three ... unnhh! ... down", Raven thought, as her struggles sent a spasm of pleasure shuddering through her body. Now to get free ... Unnnhhh! ... and deal with the last two guards. She could see Books, off to her right, struggling with the man who was still trying to secure the officer to the chair.
Before the super heroine could act, the Doctor, unseen, had grabbed the girl's baton and approached her from her left side. Having seen the futility of using force on the girl, and the delaying effect of the assault on her breasts, the Doctor quickly reasoned that force alone would not subdue her. After getting beside the struggling heroine, the Doctor lifted her skirt and rammed the baton between her legs, against her vaginal area. The force of his blow ("UUNnnhh!") distracted Raven, who was trying to break the grip of the man "handling" her. Pressing harder, the Doctor forced the baton deeper, past the girl's labia, into her cunt.
"NooOOOO!!" Raven moaned, "don't ... uuNNNHHH!! ... do that ... AAAIIIIEEEE!!" The doctor had rammed the baton home, all the way into the heroine's honey nest, seeming to actually help lift her higher. He grinned and giggled at her obvious discomfort.
Raven couldn't believe how good the baton felt, but she knew she had to act fast if she was going to help herself, let alone help officer Books. She moaned involuntarily as the Doctor slid the Baton back out of her, an evil grin on his face.
She only had a moment, and she had to make it count. The heroine threw her arms behind her, her hands grabbing at the crotch of the man holding her breasts. She grabbed his family jewels and squeezed hard, and he let go of her, screaming, and clutching himself.
Raven fell the inch or so to the ground, and slipped when one of her heels landed partially on the goon's foot, causing the girl to stagger awkwardly and trip backward over the feet of man she'd just attacked. Her fall pulled the baton out of her, forcing another soft moan from her throat. She landed on her bottom, arms slightly behind her to break the fall, skirt riding high on her thighs. She'd need a moment to get back to her feet, then she'd deal with the last of them, and get herself, and Books, out of here.
Raven wasn't given the chance to regain her feet. The man who'd been with the captive police officer had succeeded in handcuffing her to the chair. He came up behind Raven, grabbing a burlap sack off the floor as he approached the girl's back. While Raven leaned forward, eyes focused on the doctor (who was scrambling after the fallen baton), preparing to rise to her feet, the last guard deftly pulled the open end of the sack over Raven's head, past her shoulders, and down past her torso, pinning her arms to her side.
The hemp fibers in the old sack had an immediate effect on Raven when they came into contact with her head and face. Her efforts to rise to her feet suddenly ceased as her scalp, nose, ears and cheeks exploded from contact with the natural fibers. She had learned that her blood system had strange particles that the madman in South Dakota called "Trimblers" (named after himself, the egotistical shit). Raven knew that while they seemed to give her invulnerability, the strength of several strong men, and cat-like agility, they also reacted strongly when her skin came into contact with plant fibers (especially dead plant fibers), discharging energy from her body into the fibers. The Trimblers in her body now began to discharge their "power", grounded by the plant fibers. Reacting to the shock of the discharge, Raven no longer thought to rise and attack the doctor. In fact, she fell backward, her head hitting the cold concrete floor with a sharp rap. Again, Raven moaned, but from pain this time, not pleasure.
As the girl struggled on the floor, partially to get away from the pain of contact with the burlap, partially to try to lift the bag off her upper body (not an easy task since she was lying on her back), the Doctor again made a quick decision. "Find something, schnell!" he barked at the last guard, "tie the bag closed!"
As the guard turned away, looking for rope, twine, electrical cable, ANYTHING, the Doctor, who now had her baton, returned to the girl's side and, while she couldn't see him, he fell onto her stomach, his belly on her chest, his balls in her face (with a comfortable layer of burlap between her teeth and his "jewels"), and jammed his elbows between the girl's thighs. Then he again used the 16 inch baton as a long, thin dildo, and rammed it into Raven's cunt. When he "bottomed out", he began to slide the steel baton in, and out, NOT TOO SLOWLY, NOT TOO FAST!, taking care to scrape the walls of her uterus, to find her "g" spot and increase the erotic effect. He could feel, almost immediately, that his ministrations were affecting the girl struggling underneath him. He could feel his stomach abrading the girl's breasts, through the burlap, through the spandex top of her uniform, mashing the breasts and nipples against Raven's breast cage. The Doctor smiled when he heard her long, low moan and felt the girl shudder underneath him.
Raven could feel her own baton taking her, and acutely felt her growing arousal, and her powers beginning to fade. However, she also felt angry for being made to look so foolish in front of Officer Books, and, she still had her skills. Unable to control herself, Raven moaned again, as the baton moved out of her once more. She could feel the man's body on her own, and, as he pushed it slowly back into her cunt, she desperately pulled her legs in towards her chest. Her knees struck his face, and she heard a cry of pain. "YEESSS!!"
The Doctor dropped the baton, which slid out of the girl, and grabbed his face, his nose broken, blood pouring from it... he rolled off her, then struggled to his knees, grabbing at his face, crying in agony.
The heroine pushed her arms to the side, widening the sack, and slithered toward her feet, out of the sack, and pulled it off her body, quickly regaining her feet. There was at least one more man to beat, and her energy would take a few moments to recover from the drain caused by the sack. Lord, but she felt fatigued! She moved toward officer Books to free her, before worrying about the last guard. Raven trotted, slowly ("God", she thought, "I ache all over!"), boot heels clicking on the wooden floor.
Raven reached the officer and knelt, tugging one of her small throwing knives out of her boot, and sliced the cords holding Books' ankles together. Raven was gratified to see that nylon cords were holding the cop. No worry here about brushing against more damn plant fibers! Now to free Books' arms! As she slowly stood up, feeling like she'd been "rode hard and put up wet", she felt an arm encircle her waist. The heroine felt herself tugged back against a male form.
Raven, however, was non-plussed, and quickly flipped the knife in her palm and brought the knife down, still in her right hand, stabbing the man in the thigh, just above his knee. He released her, howling in pain. Raven spun and saw that it was the one who had used her breasts as "lift points" a few moments earlier, apparently recovered partly from having his nuts twisted by the girl. Out of the corner of her eye, she could also see the man who had put the sack over her closing in on her quickly from one side.
Raven brought her knee up, quickly, kicking the man in his still-sore balls, harder than when she had squeezed them, and spun to face the other one as the guy fell, doubled over in pain, both from his much-abused testicles and from the knife sticking out of his thigh. As an afterthought, Raven was pleased that she had continued to dispatch her adversaries without killing any; that would probably be a "bad thing" to do in front of a police officer, after all. Never mind the fact that these guys were probably going to do really nasty things to the woman. In Raven's mind, Susan Books seemed like the kind of squared-away cop who would thank Raven for saving her life, then arrest her for jaywalking or whatever.
The last thug attacked Raven aggressively, and with more skill that she expected. She was forced to defend against his initial attacks, and was driven a few steps backwards by him, away from Books. She knew he couldn't hurt her with his blows, but she was conscious of the fact that, with his martial arts skills, he could use her strength against her, tossing her around the warehouse, just as any competent fighter might do. The man used a mix of punches, kicks and feints, constantly shifting the focus of his attack, retaining the initiative. Raven knew, in the back of her mind, that she was near the end of her energy reserves. The fighting, and the burlap sack, had drained the girl. Still, she wasn't worried; he was the last one, after all.
After a minute or so, she adjusted to his fighting style. She could also sense that she was shaking off the lethargy that had overcome her, due to being "in the bag" and having these people sexually arouse her. She could feel her martial arts skills helping her and she knew that she'd be able to beat this guy without needing the great strength she might have had, were her "Trimblers" fully-charged. This guy was good, but she was much better, even in her weakened state. His punches still came at her rapidly, but the heroine backed slowly a few more steps as she confidenly blocked them. The man looked frustrated. apparently not expecting a mere woman to be able to fight as well as Raven could.
Officer Books watched the fight, squirming her arms, trying to get out of the handcuffs. She cringed when the man hit Raven in the stomach. The girl seemed unhurt, but was driven backward yet again. Then the officer smiled, for she had finally gotten her fingers around her back-up handcuff key, tucked in a small pouch on her belt. She'd be free soon.
Raven recoiled from the blow to her stomach, and struck back hard at the man's head, bringing her head forward into the man's forehead. His head snapped back, and a follow up blow from the heroine, a jab into his exposed throat, put him down. She moved back to officer Books, and was suprised when the police woman stood up, shaking circulation back into her arms.
"Thank you" Raven heard the officer say.
"You're welcome." she replied. Her eyes locked onto the lady cop, just for a moment, making a connection with the woman.
Books abruptly turned away and grabbed her radio from a nearby table where the goons had dropped it, along with her service revolver, and called for more officers; she was told they would arrive shortly. Just then, the women heard a noise and saw the geek stand up. Seeing everyone else down, and the doctor gone, he ran through a passage through the stack of boxes, toward the dark end of the plant..
Raven turned to chase him., but Books grabbed her arm. "Just let him go." the officer suggested. "More of us will be here in just a few minutes, then we can get him, too. Besides, I might need your help to keep these guys quiet until reinforcements get here."
"No," said the reconfident heroine "Look around. The guy in the white coat is gone, too. See, there on the floor? Looks like a blood trail, heading off the same way the geek went. I'll get them, you guard these guys." Tired, but anxious to end this battle, she headed down the corridor the geek had taken, following the drops of blood on the floor, from the Doctor's bloody, broken nose, like the trail of crumbs left by Hansel and Gretel. It led to a door which opened onto a short hallway which, in turn, led down some stairs. Raven casually walked down, confident in her ability to deal with the computer guy and the Doctor.
At the bottom of the stairs, Raven paused a moment. Fatigue had washed through her bones, and she was more than ready for this thing to end. She certainly had to consider the effect that contact with plant fibers had on her, on how it drained her of energy. She might go into a fight ready for bear, and in moments feel as weak and uncoordinated as a newborn kitten. Well, she just had to get these guys and take them back upstairs.
There was a closed door near the foot of the stairs, the obvious route taken by the last two men. Raven put her ear next to the door and heard voices, and noises, on the other side of the door. "No baton, and only one throwing knife left," Raven mused. "I'll have to do this the hard way, I guess."
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The two men were suddenly startled when the door was kicked open, shattering the chair that had been jammed under the door knob and crashing against the wall. Raven, in the typical super heroine's "power stance", arms on hips, legs spread, jaw (and tits) thrust forward, stood in the doorway. "You two wanna come along peacefully," she asked, "or am I gonna get to have some more fun with you?" Her prey were in a small, rectangular room, about ten feet from the door, standing at the far end of the room near a rack of electronic equipment.
"Steady, Lester," the Doctor said in a voice that, in Raven's mind, was far too calm for someone cornered and bleeding. "Put on your glasses." Both men picked up black wraparound sunglasses from a nearby table.
"Nngh," Raven stiffled a laugh. "Are you guys supposed to be the Dallas detachment of the 'Men in Black'?"
"No, Miss ..., what did you call her, Lester?"
"Raven"
"Yes, ... Miss Raven. Not quite the movie characters. Lester, hit the pulser!" the Doctor shouted.
Lester hit a button on the console beside him and suddenly, two things like strobe lights began flashing, directly in Raven's eyes. She smiled at the light show for a second, then, when she started to move toward the men, she was suddenly shocked -- she couldn't move!! She was still in her power stance, in the doorway, with a big smile on her face, and while she struggled to move a hand, a leg, ANYTHING, the only movement was a slight vibration, a tremor, in all her muscles. She was completely unable to control her movements.
"HAH!" the Doctor roared. "You see, Lester! Even this super heroine," he sneered, "cannot resist the pulser!
"Finish gathering what we will need, Lester," the Doctor said, moving toward Raven. Picking up a screwdriver from a workbench, he moved to a point within a foot of the girl before he stopped. Using the point of the screwdriver, he probed the girl, pushing on her cheek, her stomach, then the nipple of one of her breasts. Suddenly, he moved his arm backward and RAMMED the point of the screwdriver into the girl's breast, with all the force he could muster. He was amazed to see the effect of this blow on what should have been the tender flesh of a young girl. There was, briefly, a slight indentation of her breast, but otherwise, the only evidence of the blow was the strong tingling in his hand. The bit should have gone into her breast to the hilt, but not even the thin spandex top had been marred. Amazing!
"You are a VERY remarkable young woman," he mused. "I would love to take you with us, to study you, to learn the source of your powers. Are you an Amazon like Wonder Woman? Oh, of course, you cannot answer me."
"I'm almost ready, Doctor," Lester said from the back of the room. "I have all the key components but the chip running these strobes. I can make another pulser, in a day or so."
"Yah, too bad we cannot take this setup with us. Then we could also take this woman, and let the pulser keep her under our control. She may be invulnerable, but her mind operates like any other human mind, and so is unable to resist the pulser."
"Uh, Doctor Krieger, I hear sirens. I think we should leave." Lester turned off the strobing lights, opened the front of one of the electronic cabinets, pulled out a component, and carefully put it into his shirt pocket, inside his plastic pen protector.
"Yah, yah, Lester," Krieger replied. "How long, till she recovers, do you think?" Krieger squeezed around Raven and headed out the doorway.
"Well, that jogger we tested last night ... she took 30 minutes to recover, and then she shook for another ten minutes and fainted," Lester said. As he neared Raven, he put his pimply face within inches of hers. Raven couldn't see him clearly - her eyes were vibrating, along with all her other muscles. Through a blur, though, see could see the little shit, smell his truly foul breath. Lester slid a hand up under the girl's skirt and poked his "fuck you" finger into her vagina. "Can you feel this?" he asked, not expecting the girl to answer. He began sliding the finger in and out of her cunt, and using his thumb to press against her clitoris.
Raven, unable to control herself, could nonetheless feel his wretched finger-fucking. She could also feel her body starting to react, starting to lubricate her tender love hole. When Lester began grinding one of her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, Raven needed, desperately, to moan out the pleasure she was starting to feel, but she could not. The need to react, the inability to react, was starting to drive her crazy with arousal. The constant, incessant muscular contractions, spasms, were burning her energy at a prodigious rate. She was thankful that they had turned off the light, that she would soon stop vibrating, spasming. She was becoming afraid of the consequences of prolonged exposure to this "pulser" device. She had a pretty good idea what kind of tests these men had been conducting, and what happened to the women they captured.
"LESTER," Doctor Krieger hissed, "macht snell! The police will come down here in no time. We must leave!"
"Yah, sure," Lester said, slowly extracting his finger from Raven's pussy. As he started to squeeze past her, through the doorway, he paused long enough to stick out a sickeningly-wet tongue, which he dragged across the girl's face, from below her right cheek, across her lips, across her nose, to her left cheek. Then he planted a wet, sloppy kiss on the girl's still-opened lips and stuck the tip of his tongue between her teeth in a futile, spastic attempt at a French kiss - probably the first time in his miserable life he'd ever been anywhere NEAR a woman, much less one as attractive, powerful, and trapped, as was Raven.
The two men fled away, out of Raven's line of sight. Within minutes, she could hear steps approaching from behind, from another direction. In no time, she could hear officer Books talking to her. When Raven was unable to respond, and was still in her super heroine power stance, Books squeezed through the doorway, past Raven, to look the girl in the eyes. Books could see a sense of anguish in the girl's eyes. "Don't let them see me like this," Raven thought to herself, willing Books to understand.
"We'll take care of things down here," Books yelled to the officers who had followed her downstairs. "See if you can find the last two men in one of the other rooms."
After the other cops moved away, Books pulled Raven into the room and closed the door. She left a few moments later, and returned in about ten minutes to see Raven lying on the floor, in a fetal position, shaking, arms wrapped tightly around her shoulders.
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Half an hour later, Books and a now-partially-recovered Raven returned upstairs, and joined the other police officers in the center of the textile plant.
"Commander," Books said to the ranking officer, "the leader of the gang and one of his men gave us the slip downstairs. I'd be dead now, if not for the help of Raven, here."
"Hmph, er, well," the Commander stuttered. "Thanks for your help. We found the bodies of six women in a room upstairs. Well, we'll finish up here, why don't you girls run along?"
Both women held back their instinctive reaction; they turned and left the textile plant.
"Can I give you a lift somewhere?" Susan Books asked the still-shaken Raven.