PART 2:
The sun was setting the western sky as Kate Windrunner locked the door to her martial arts studio, the "Dakota Dojo". Her last class, "Self Defense for Seniors" had ended an hour earlier, the last students having left twenty minutes ago. Kate had changed out of her gi into an old pair of sneakers, an old, worn, VERY short blue-jeans skirt and a spandex tank top for the ride back to her small apartment. She had on a pair of panties, but no bra. Didn't need it for her taut average-sized boobs. She felt rested after her battle at the textile plant, and was ready to go out on patrol again. This being a Friday night, she knew there would be some action, somewhere, that would need a Raven's touch.
Police officer Susan Books had visited Kate at her apartment, the previous evening, with some good, and some interesting news. Apparently, Susan's report about the events at the textile plant had changed some opinions in the Dallas Police Department. Susan brought Kate word that the police would back her if needed and not obstruct her in her patrols and crime fighting. "I even had one 'good old boy' officer apologize to me for a crack he made about 'wimmin super heroes'," Susan said to Kate, beaming broadly.
Books also told Kate that there was a national organization, called the Super Heroes Foundation, which apparently 'sponsored' super heroes. Susan's Division Commander had briefed her on the Foundation, and provided a copy of a letter the Foundation had sent to PDs around the country, asking to be put in contact with any local 'super heroes'. Commander Scott wanted Susan to pass the letter along to Raven. The letter didn't provide much information, just a paragraph on providing financial and technical support, in return for "services" for the federal government. There was also an 800 number to call for more information. After Susan left Kate's apartment, she mulled over the letter for an hour, wondering whether she should contact these people. She also wanted to talk with Susan about this organization, bounce some ideas off her about the Foundation.
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Kate turned away from the door to her dojo or martial arts studio and headed toward the parking lot and her bike for the ride home. A quick shower, a change into her costume, and the sun would be down and she could start her patrol. Kate suddenly heard her name called out, and turned to the right. It was the bookstore manager and her friend Carol.
"Hey, girl, wha's up?" Carol asked, approaching Kate.
"Mmnn," Kate replied, anxious to leave. "Just fixin' to go home," she said. Kate had rescued Carol from a possible gang bang a few days ago, launching a new career as a super heroine. Kate had been avoiding Carol lest the girl ask embarassing questions about her rescue, like how had Kate defeated several big gang members. . . Kate was also wondering whether Carol had seen a link between her rescue and the appearance, a few days later, of a new super heroine patrolling the streets of Dallas.
"Just wondered if you had a few moments to chat?" Carol said, coming to Kate's side. "I just closed the bookstore. Maybe we could go someplace and split a pizza or something?"
Kate didn't really want to spend time with Carol because of her fear of any probing questions from her but wasn't sure how to say no, so she said "Sure."
The two women started walking toward the parking lot when Carol said, "Damn, I left my car keys in the store, let's go get them."
Kate smiled and nodded, having done the same thing more than once herself. They returned to the bookstore where Carol unlocked the door, then moved behind the counter and looked for her keys. "Here they are!" she said happily when, suddenly, they both heard a noise from the back of the store.
"What could that be?" asked Kate.
"I dunno..." said a scared-looking Carol.
"I'll check it out." said Kate, not waiting for a response. She moved down the aisles of the back of the store and into the storeroom.
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Kate entered the storeroom where she had had her first fight as a heroine. She moved a little inside it when, from out of its shadows stepped three men..Gash and two Thunderbolts! They must be after Carol again...but why? Raven noted that they must have come in through the rear door that the tall, skinny one had escaped through before. No problem, though, she could easily handle these three jerks.
"Heya slut" said Gash, who Raven saw was already getting hard. "Remember me?" The minute he saw her in the doorway, he began anticipating taking her, making her scream for mercy, then giving her to the others. No cunt made HIM look bad.
"Why don't you just leave now, before I hurt you *again*" she replied, slipping into her super heroine pose, not realizing how she looked to them, with her nipples clearly seen thru the lycra top, her breasts thrust forward by her pose, her shorts pulling up a little, into her crotch, outlining her nether lips.
"We'll see about that" growled Gash, who signaled the others to attack the girl. The other two 'Bolts moved toward the heroine slowly, one angling off to her left, the other off to her right. Gash took a step toward her, up the middle.
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In the main room, Carol could hear Gash and Kate talking with each other. She turned to the front door and opened it, smiling weakly. Just as planned, there were Sonny and two other 'Bolts. Sonny entered the store, his bulk pressing the smaller woman aside. Released on bail, awaiting trial, he was more than ready to meet with a certain lady.
"Is she back there?"
"Yes" Carol replied, adding, "I did just like Gash said to do!" Even though she had cooperated with Gash, she was still uneasy about this betrayal, and a little worried about what would follow.
"Good," Sonny grunted, as he neared the girl. Suddenly, without warning, he rammed one of his meaty fists, hard, into the girl's stomach. "UUnnHHH!!!" Carol gasped, crumpling forward, one hand in her gut, the other using a bookshelf for support, the breath knocked out of her. Before she could recover, the three thugs moved closer. One grabbed Carol by the hair on the back of her head, roughly yanked her head up and back, and shoved a ball gag into her mouth, securing it behind her head. Then he and Sonny pulled her to the checkout counter, and bent her face down over it, her skirt riding high. Her arms were pulled over her head, and tied together with a rope which was then tied to a support post of the counter.
Sonny opened the front door again, letting two more 'Bolts into the store, then closed and locked the door. "These guys will make sure you don't have any attacks of regret" he chuckled, patting Carol's ass. Sonny and his two associates moved towards the back of the store, while the two new ones moved in on Carol, grinning, as she squirmed, helpless and now VERY scared. She tried to scream, but the ball gag had effectively cut off any sound she might make. Anyway, at this time of the night, few people passed by the bookstore.
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Raven watched the three men. She wasn't overly worried, her powers were at full strength, and there were only three of them. She stood casually, arms sliding from her hips to her side, legs loose, ready to move when they sprung.
Gash hung back a little. He knew that this cunt could fight and there was no need for him to risk another bruising. Besides, the suprise should show up any time now ... The other two, however, moved in at the lone woman, keeping her attention focused on them, and not to her rear. As she dropped her arms to her side, they leaped forward, each one grabbing for one of her wrists. Kate wasn't expecting such an unconventional attack, and both of them were able to grab a wrist, as Gash grinnned, expecting the fight to end quickly, according to his plan.
His grin, however, was short lived, as the heroine dropped to her knees, pulling her wrists free from the two 'Bolts, who hadn't yet had the time to hold her securely. She rolled backwards, ending the backward somersault on her feet, giving them a cocky grin. She had moved backward into the main room of the bookstore, gaining extra "fighting room" out there which would only work to her advantage.
She immediately decided to do something radical. Raven stepped back towards the two goons, shifting into what she hoped would be an unexpected attack, her left leg coming up, as she spun into a round house kick. Her foot caught one of the two men in the chin. There was a cracking of bone, and he dropped, screamed once, like a girl, and then slumped into unconsciousness. She followed through her attack, moving back into the back room. She decided to use her strength, skills and invulnerability to hammer Gash and the last 'Bolt to the floor.
Behind her, Kate didn't notice Sonny and his 2 goons slide into the room. As she faced Gash's second goon and prepared her strike, she wondered why he didn't seem at all afraid all.
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Carol quickly forgot about the back room and Kate. This was not going the way she expected. Sure, she knew Gash was pissed, but he had been angry before, and she could always smooth things between them - one good blow job and his rage would be forgotten. Until the next time. If only she didn't NEED him, so much . . .
Carol's thoughts were yanked back to her situation when one of the gang members, Pete, moved against the girl's butt, pressing his groin against her cheeks. She could feel his penis hardening, his denim jeans brushing against her exposed butt. "Gash says you're finished, bitch!" he hissed at her, ramming his hands between Carol's breasts and the top of the counter. He squeezed them hard, in the typically stupid male belief that that was erotic for a woman. Her moan convinced him he was correct (stupidity was hard to shake with this one). With a last, vicious squeeze, he pulled his hands out, along with bits of fabric from the front of her blouse, brought them around to her rear, and roughly pulled down the girl's panties, exposing her butt crack. The panties, down below her knees, limited the movement of her dangling legs.
Carol struggled, trying to get free. She was so far over the counter that her feet did not touch the floor, she couldn't get any leverage. When she heard a zipper behind her, being roughly slid down into the "ready" position, she redoubled her efforts to get away from these guys, to no avail.
Maurice, another rocket scientist in the Thunderbolts, elbowed Pete aside, saying, "Let me get a piece of her, man!"
"Wait yer fuckin' turn, ass-wipe!" Pete snarled, shoving Maurice away. The two men glared at each other for a moment, each weighing a decision to attack the other, when they heard Kate scream in the other room. "What the fuck!" Pete said, smiling. "The bitch has 3 holes, and there's only two of us . . ."
"Yeah," Maurice cut in, "I'll work the other end."
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Raven was feeling good, sliding into a groove and she felt her confidence soaring. As her left leg hit the ground, she took a step slight forward, then lashed out with her right leg in a high front kick at the other goon. One hit, she thought, then she'd mop up the storeroom with Gash. Thank goodness Carol was out front ... the last thing she needed, even with the situation well in hand, was a scared girl in the way.
Raven's leg shot high at the second Bolt. He tried to dodge it, but was too slow. It caught him on the side of the face. Had it been the boot she wore when she was in costume and on patrol the wound would have been nasty. The sneaker she was wearing, however, didn't hurt as much, though the force of the blow did knock him back a couple feet.
Raven danced forward as he stumbled back, again executing a high kick, aimed at his upper chest. This time however, fate went against her. Gash darted in, expecting the kick, and caught her ankle as her foot was rising toward the other man's chest. The other 'Bolt immediately grabbed her foot and tore off her sneaker, tossing it to one side. Raven was left with her right leg lifted high in the air, held by Gash and the other man. Both men, however, did nothing else, they just held her foot up, causing the girl to hop slightly on her left foot to keep her balance.
Sonny grinned from behind the girl. Gash had things under control and, if he needed help, Sonny would jump in. He gestured for one of his men to duck down behind some boxes, the other one to stay near him. He heard Raven growl, he didn't know it was because her sock had just been ripped off as well.
Raven was shocked and had frozen for a moment after her ankle had been caught, her mind going blank for just a moment. This wasn't a common attack in the martial arts SHE taught. In that moment, her shoe and sock had been removed ... not that she was worried about that. Then Gash let go of her foot ... but before it could fall, his partner had grabbed it. She was still balanced precariously on one leg, the other leg held in the air, extended in front of her. She struggled to keep her balance.
Sonny nodded to his other goon, who slid on his kneees toward the woman, a knife in his hand.
Raven shifted back to the attack, leaning forward and slamming her fists, clasped together in a hammer blow, down onto wrist of the goon who was holding her ankle. He yowled and let go, her leg starting to drop. However, before it hit the floor, Sonny's thug leaped forward in a crouch, slicing upwards.
Kate felt something between her legs, but it didn't hurt at all ... probably Gash copping a feel ... asshole. The guy under her had reached up and grabbed the crotch of her panties, pulled it down, and his knife cut a tear in the panties. As he pulled his hand back, the panties split, baring her vagina. Raven didn't notice a thing, her invulnerablity and adrenaline working against her this one time. Her foot hit the ground and she readied herself to attack Gash. "C'mon, you pigs, is that the best you can do?" she taunted them.
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As Maurice leaped over the counter, moving toward Carol's head, Pete pulled his dick out and began rubbing it against her crack. "I need something to get into her," he said to his partner. "Bitch is too tight and dry!"
"Well, shit, man, jes finger fuck the bitch till she's wet!" an exasperated Maurice replied. Now in front of Carol, he dropped his zipper, unbuttoned his jeans, and let them drop to his knees. The pig didn't wear underpants, so he was almost ready to par-teh! He used one hand to pull the ball gag from her mouth, letting it slide down around her neck. Then, while one hand fondled his dick, he pulled the girl's head upward, arching her neck painfully, and looked in her eyes. She had the look of a deer in headlights, he thought.
"Now, bitch, if you even THINK of biting me, or not satisfying me, I am going to put you so far into the hurt locker you ain't never gonna see daylight, yah dig?" he growled, his face just inches from the girl's. She wimpered and stammered a pathetic "yes". Then she moaned deeply as Pete rammed two fingers into her cunt and whipsawed them in-and-out, rapidly, trying to get the girl's juices flowing. This asshole didn't have a clue of how to arouse a woman, but he WAS energetic, and he was getting some lubrication started in the girl. Just a few more strokes, he thought, and he'd have her "good to go".
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Raven grabbed the 'Bolt in front of her as her leg hit the floor. One hand grabbed his shirt near the collar, and she pulled him close. Before he could react, she punched him with closed fist, across the nose, then let go and hit him again with the edge of her hand, on his throat. As he dropped, out of the fight, she kicked off her other sneaker, arcing it toward Gash, who bobbed and weaved to avoid the projectile. The force of her kick caused the loose-fitting sock to spin off her foot, as well. Now, she thought, it was Gash's turn.
Gash reacted first, while Raven was preoccupied dropping the other man and readying herself for the final attack. He threw himself at Raven, driving her back into Greg, the man with the knife. She felt her back slam into someone behind her, and but didn't worry about this new player; she figured one more 'Bolt must have been hiding in the room. While Gash wrestled with the girl, forcing her backward into Greg's chest, he slid his blade up and tried to slice her spandex top. When his knife, for some reason, wouldn't cut the fabric he tossed it aside .
Raven brought her knee up, but Gash was expecting that, too, and stepped back, getting a hand under her knee, keeping her foot off the ground. "Do you really think that will stop me?" she growled at Gash.
"No" he sneered back, honestly, to his surpise. He was shocked to find he was beginning to respect the woman who fought so well ... she'd be a much better trophy on his arm than that whining slut Carol.
Meanwhile, Greg stepped backward slightly and reached behind his back, grabbing something, and nodding to Sonny. Sonny gestured for his other goon to be ready ... everything was still going according to plan ....
But the plan suddenly went awry as Raven darted her head close to Gash and kissed him! The suprised gang leader dropped her leg, and stared in shock. Then her left hand came around, and hit him in the solar plexus, followed by a right to the jaw, and he dropped, gagging.
"Shit" growled Sonny, and he jumped forward, knocking Greg to the side and crashing into Raven's back, his arms forward and crossed like a football player making a block, his meaty forearms slamming into the girl's shoulder blades, driving her to the ground under him. Kate hit the ground with a loud *WHOOF*, winded but not stunned, and still full of fight. That bozo behind her had slammed her to the ground and now she was flat on her belly, her breasts lifting her torso off the floor, slightly. She was getting angry now! Wouldn't these idiots ever learn??
Sonny quickly slid to his knees, placing one on either side of her hips, his butt over her waist, and grabbed at her wrists. He began to pull the girl's arms backward, the leverage driving her cheek and breasts into the floor. He was using her arms to pin her to the floor. "Gash's damn plan has gone to Hell", he thought, but he had decided to keep trying anyway ... after all, if he did subdue this woman, after Gash had been taken down, he could be the boss.
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Maurice had stroked his dick into an erection, forcing Carol to watch, her face just inches from the head of his penis. "Open up," he growled at the girl, tightening his grip on the hair on the back of her head. Then he stepped forward and rammed his tool into her slowly-opening mouth. She thought she would gag as his joint forced its way to the back of her throat. "Blow me, cunt," Maurice commanded. He slowly slid his hips backward, drawing his dick back out of her mouth. "Put your lips together, woman," he snarled. "I don't feel enough pressure from you!" Carol could do nothing else but press her lips together against his greasy dark dick.
Pete, meanwhile, had finger-fucked the girl's cunt enough to get some lubrication on the three fingers he had used. Impulsively, he decided to save her cunt for later; he smeared her juices around the head of his dick and stepped forward, jamming his large, hard cock into her anus. Pete heard the girl squeal from his rough penetration - she had NEVER had a man in her asshole, and it felt like he was ripping the lining of her ass. She would have screamed in pain, but Maurice shoved his hips forward, plunging his dick deeply into her throat and ramming his balls against her chin. He moaned from the pleasure he felt from her lips, and unconsciously exerted more pressure on the girl's neck, his hand pulling her hair and head farther backward, impossibly backward. Carol could only moan from the pain she received from these two men.
Pete felt immense pleasure as he repeatedly thrust his huge cock into the girl's butt hole. He could see that she was starting to bleed from her butt - he must have ripped something, he thought. He could also see that Maurice was "in another place", eyes half closed, hips thrusting backward and forward, like a machine, driving his dick into the girl's mouth. Pete almost felt jealous; he wasn't getting as much stimulation from her butt as Maurice was from her mouth. In frustration, Pete pulled back slightly, almost pulling out of the girl, then reached his hand across his front to land a powerful slap on one of her buttocks. He watched her fleshy butt shimmy like Jello, and hit her again, and again. In between the blows to her quickly-reddening cheeks, he thrust his hips forward, into her anus. "Hey," he thought, "this just might work!"
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Raven was starting to get mad at these damn Thunderbolts. There could only be one more, and she'd deal with him next. Then she'd collect Carol, have supper, and start off her weekend on the right foot. Now, to get this asshole off her butt. She didn't like the way he was grinding her cheek into the floor.
Greg picked himself off the ground where Sonny had knocked him. He grabbed his fallen object, and glanced over to the last of the three, who nodded his own readiness. Neither 'Bolt was feeling all that confident anymore, though. This woman had proved to be too hard on them.
Raven felt the weight on her shift forward as the man holding her arms tried to increase the pressure on the girl, drive her harder into the floor. Despite the pressure she was under, Raven grinned inwardly. Now she had him. She used her incredible agility and flexibility from years of gymnastics to rotate both shoulders, then both elbows. Instead of her attacker using her arms to push her toward the floor, she suddenly was able to pull him forward, to use his own weight against him. As she made the move, and felt the guy falling forward toward her back, she pulled harder and her legs and bottom raised up. (The fool still had her wrists, even though she was using his hold to pull him off balance.) "Now", she thought, "I'll pull him forward and use my butt and his weight to flip him off my back!"
The heroine did just that, catching the none-too-bright Sonny off guard. He flipped over her head, and landed in a heap next to Gash, finally releasing his grip on her wrists. Raven rocked backward, rolling to her feet in a squatting position, and chuckled as she planned to nail Sonny before he could rise. That big dumb bastard was really getting to her. Didn't the Dallas PD have any way to keep him off the streets?!? Raven was still unaware of the other two gang members, waiting just inside the main room of the bookstore, as she rose to her bare feet and moved toward Sonny, who was starting to rise, and was grunting like a pig.
Raven again made a feral growl as she stepped forward and smashed the heel of her foot into his face as he was trying to sit up, then rammed him again and again, until he finally slumped back downto the floor, either knocked out or so close as to not matter. Raven stepped backward slightly, assumed her "power pose", and grinned at the successful way she had laid out all these gang members, even that moose Sonny.
"Stupid bastards ... yet again, you've been beaten by the Raven," she gloated over the five fallen Thunderbolts. She was getting good at this, she mused, and since none were stirring, she thought she better go check on Carol. Why hadn't the girl come to investigate the fight?
As the woman started to turn around toward the doorway back into the bookstore, Greg lunged forward, pressing his body against the girl's back. His left arm closed around her own left arm, his arm reaching across the front of her stomach, pinning her arm to her side. He pulled backward, his arm tightly pinned against her waist.
"Not another one," thought Kate as she felt the lastest attack. She began to go into a counter move by instinct. This would just take a second. Greg was suprised by how quickly she began to try and squirm away. He could barely maintain the hold on her waist. The last Thunderbolt, however, started to silently move in, so as not to give the heroine any warning. Raven's right hand knocked Greg's hand off her waist, then rammed her elbow backward into the man's ribs. He grunted and his grip on her loosened. Raven started to turn to her right, following her elbow, to face what she believed was the last man standing, when another form hit her right side, driving her off-balance to her left. She was able to keep her footing, though, and cursed and wheeled to deal with this new threat.
Kate pushed him away, then dropped into her fighting crouch. He did as well, giving her the finger as a form of taunt. She growled and moved into an attack. Raven attacked the man in a flurry of kicks and punches, like a Ninja windmill, and the guy gave ground before her. He was just focusing, it seemed, on blocking her attacks, not in fighting back. Well, of course, he would hardly be expected to withstand Raven's withering attack! Then again, he did have a friend, Raven knew, so she should end this quickly.as possible.
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Carole was starting to lose consciousness. Between this one guy ramming his dick into her mouth and twisting her head painfully backward, and the other one punishing her ass, she needed some way to escape this Hell.
Maurice felt that he was getting close to cumming in the girl's mouth, so he redoubled his efforts, commanding the girl "tighten yo' damned lips, bitch!" Again and again he rammed his dick into her, slamming his balls against her chin, raising his pressure. He was gonna blow any time now!
Pete was finally starting to feel the effects of his punishment on the girl's ass. He must be into beatin' bitches, he thought. He was really getting turned on, the more he smacked her butt. He could almost feel he was ready to cum in her anus. He saw that Maurice had stopped plunging forward and was now standing with his groin pressing hard against the girl's face, his head tilted back, his eyes closed. "Damn," Pete thought, "she's sucking him dry!"
Maurice was in heaven. He had just begun a massive ejaculation into the girl's mouth. He held his balls against her chin - the pressure felt SOOO good! He wasn't aware of anything but the flood pouring out of his penis, the roaring surge of pleasure curling his toes in his boots.
Carol gagged when Maurice began shooting cum into her mouth. She couldn't swallow - he had her neck twisted too far backward, there was too much dick in her throat. She couldn't breath, he nose was buried in the curly hairs above his cock. She was on the verge of panic when Maurice, lost in his ejaculation, yanked her head backward just too far. Carol's neck snapped, and neither man was aware that the girl had died, they were so lost in their fuckfest.
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Raven continued to press her attacks, in a flurry of blows. After one sequence that put him totally on the defensive, she dropped into a crouch, spun a leg and swept his feet out from under him. He fell backwards, head hitting the floor, stunned for a moment. Raven couldn't help herself. As she completed her spin, ending back on her feet, she put her hands on her hips, and looked down at him, again assuming her pose.
"You ready to give up?" she asked.
Greg had moved up behind the girl and saw his chance. He was more interested in escape than anything else right now, but didn't want her able to chase him. As she bent at the waist, he could see her pussy - her short skirt had ridden up her butt and her panties were dangling, shredded between her legs. Clicking on the 'Bitch Tamer' vibrator in his hands he stepped in and thrust it upwards, the tip of it pressing into her pussy.
Raven gasped in surpise and stood stunned for a moment, shocked by this new attack. The dry dildo created waves of friction as it rubbed the walls of her cunt, boring into her honey sac. In that moment, while Raven's attention had been jerked down toward her legs, the 'Bolt in front of her began to rise. Greg applied more pressure to the dildo and the 'tamer was pushed another inch or more into her, abrading the walls of her vagina, it's vibrations running up her pussy, and deep inside her. "Ooohhh!!" Raven moaned, bending forward slightly at the waist, as a wave a pleasure surged upward from her nether region. She overbalanced and sank to her knees, shuddering from the good vibrations she was feeling.
Raven just barely recovered from the sensations she was receiving and leaned forward to yank the vibrator from her cunt. Panting heavily, she grasped the end dangling between her legs and managed to pull it out, shuddering as another massive wave of pleasure from the huge, vibrating, tool, increased by it's withdrawal from her vagina, swept up her insides. After dropping the cum-drenched device on the floor, Raven started to straighten up but collided into the other rising 'Bolt. The back of her head connected with his face and knocked him back to the floor, and she toppled forward onto one hand, ending up over him, on her knees and one hand. She shook her head to clear the after effects of the dildo from her system. Recovered somewhat, Raven immediately pushed up with her arms, rocked backward, and moved into a crouch over the goon on the floor.
This Thunderbolt shook his head ("Damn, where'd she get that steel pipe she used on my head!" he thought), and looked up, seeing the girl over him. His hands reached up, and grabbed her tits, squeezing them through the lycra top. Then he pushed the mounds of man-meat back slightly, running his palms over her large, taught nipples. Even as he did that Greg stepped up behind her again, picked up the still-throbbing 'Bitch Tamer' dildo, and again thrust it into her pussy.
Raven had slapped the hands off her breasts, but as Greg shoved the huge vibrating toy deeply into her cunt, she moaned, her lips in an 'o' as the sensations surged through her again, her eyes involuntarily rolling upward. Again she fell forward onto both hands and knees, and was virtually frozen in place, head down, as Greg used all his strength to shove another inch of the vibrator into her quickly moistening pussy. "N .. nn ... nooOOO ...!" Raven moaned, as Greg gave the tool a twist and pushed harder, before suddenly pulling it backward slightly. "MMMMnnnnoouughhh!" Raven gasped, closing her eyes.
Greg grinned, realizing that he was getting the upper hand with the bitch. Almost like an expert, he worked the huge dildo on her cunt, first pushing it forward, then pressing it so the vibrations were heaviest against the front of her vagina to try to hit her G spot, then twisting it and pulling it backward. He now had the two-inch thick studded tool six or more inches inside her. She had completely stopped fighting him, she was lost in the waves of pleasure he was sending up her body, and down to her feet. He could see her toes curling. A couple more twists, he thought, and he could get out of here. He didn't doubt her ability to kick his ass, given how easily she had dealt with Gash and Sonny. But he knew he was making her so distracted now, it would be a while before she came looking for revenge, he thought. His partner, still under the heroine, again reached up, fondling her tits.
"MMMmmnnnnhhh!", Raven closed her eyes, fighting off the sensations of the buzzing tool inside her. Then she felt the new assault against her breasts and rock-hard nipples. "UUUNNHHHH!" she moaned, then "AAIIIIEEE!" as another spasm of pleasure wracked her body. Struggling, with all her effort and will power, she determined she would NOT be humiliated by this gang again. Inhaling deeply, one hand struck out again, the blows a bit weaker, but enough to brush the hands off of her tits. Greg saw her trying to resist, knew he HAD to overpower her with the dildo. Raven dropped back downward, both palms pressing against the floor, on either side of the 'Bolt under her. She shook her head to try to suppress the pleasure she felt in her vagina. Another deep moan ripped from her throat as the toy twisted in, rubbing the sides of her vagina, the force of Greg's effort slamming her forehead into the head of the guy under her as her arms buckled at the elbows. He howled in pain from the rock-hard blow.
Greg pulled the 'Tamer out slightly, gave it a rough twist, and, with both hands, RAMMED the thing back into the girl, his forearms slamming against her buttocks, driving Raven forward, slamming her head into the other guy's face; she was again thankful for her invulnerablity. The second head butt took the fight out of the man, as he moaned, lying in pain. Greg gasped from his efforts, then twisted the toy into her a little more. Raven was now on her knees, her head pressing into the face of the man under her, her arms hanging limply at her sides. The waves of pleasure Greg had caused had sapped the girl's ability to focus on the fight, to do anything but savor the effects of the huge tool in her cunt. Greg got quickly to his feet, stepped over Raven, and fled out the back door of the shop.
Raven just lay there for some time, moaning, panting, trying to recover, to focus her attention on anything but the effect of the 'Bitch Tamer' THRUMMMMMMINNNGG between her legs. Somehow, she finally managed to focus enough attention to grasp the cum-coverd device and pull it out. She moaned and shuddered as the tool left her cunt, the studs making a final rub against her, triggering more orgasms through the girl. She rocked backward, sitting on her heels, breathing fast and deeply for a minute, trying to get back her bearings.
Raven recovered quickly and staggered to her feet, using one hand to help her rise by propping her against a nearby wall. She walked slowly, almost painfully back into the main part of the bookstore to find a phone and learn what happened to Carol. She felt as though the last part of the battle, the tool, had drained her of strength and energy. All the spasms and orgasms, caused by the dildo, seemed to have weakened her quite a bit.
Turning a corner at the end of an isle, one hand leaning against a bookshelf for support, a quick look showed Carol being molested by two men who were ramming dicks into her with wild abandon. Raven knew she needed to recover her composure before she could attack these guys and she realized that she had no way of knowing how many more Thunderbolts might be hiding in the dark bookstore. She also knew that she wasn't ready for a long fight with two more guys. Hell, she might finish these two on her last bits of energy, only to have to again face the ones in the back room when they recovered and continued their attack at her.
However, she was a heroine, wasn't she, and had to fight on even when she was tired. So Raven mustered her courage and energy and leaped out of the shadows towards the last two 'Bolts.
Pete never had a chance. Lost in his sexual bliss, as he kept fucking the ass of a dead girl, he never noticed Raven until the heroine grabbed him, pulled him out of Carol's ass and threw him into a bookshelf. He hit it hard, and it tumbled backward. As he also fell back, Raven's leg lashed out, hitting him in the side of the head and he slumped into darkness.
Maurice was stunned for a minute, then pulled his cum-drenched dick from Carol's mouth, and snapped out a switchblade. He rushed the heroine crying out "You bitch, I'm gonna hurt you bad!"
Raven spun to deal with Maurice, hoping she could end this battle quickly. She wanted to get out of here fast before her power reserves hit rock bottom. Maurice came in low, knife twisting up in his hand, blade angled backward in his hand. Raven slid inside his slice, feeling the blade drag along her rib cage and across her breast. The momentum of her attack brought her up against Maurice, her body slamming him backward, against the bookstore counter (and knocking Carol onto the floor). As Raven pressed the man backward against the counter, focusing her attention on his knife and removing it from his hand, her still-wet pussy brushed against the tip of his still hard cock, forcing a small gasp from the heroine.
Raven ignored the feeling, slapping the knife from his hand. Maurice however acted instinctively, not smart enough to do much more, after all. An evil grin on his face, he threw his arms around the girl and thrust his hips forward, the head of his cock slipping between her legs, between her nether lips, pressing into her. "Ohhh." gasped the heroine, as his rock-hard tool scraped along her clitoris and the outer edge of her vagina. Maurice could see he was affecting this women, so he began thrusting his hips like a piston, in and out, using his dick to abrade the heroine's clit and nether lips, faster and faster, and HARDER!!
While this felt good to Raven, so good that again her eyes were closing slightly and her grip on the man was easing, she KNEW she was *still* a heroine, and with a monumental effort of will, she pushed herself backwards away from him. Held by the woman at arms length, hips still thrusting through open air, Maurice felt his cock slip from between her legs. Raven didn't give the man (or herself) a moment's rest; she followed up the withdrawal with two quick, sharp punches, one to his chest, the second to his throat, putting him down, gagging, on the floor.
Raven breathed in deeply and bent at the waist, her body crying for rest. She turned and began to move towards Carol. She had nearly reached the counter when she was blindsided by a man who hit her at waist level, knocking her down to the floor. She hit the ground hard, momentum carrying her from her side to her stomach, with the man ending up straddling her waist.
She pulled in a breath then decided to kick back with her right leg to knock him off of her and then deal with him. However even as she kicked up, her ankle was grabbed, either by him, or by another one. She reacted to that by throwing herself to her right, rolling with the grab. The roll freed her foot, and left her on her back. Her tackler was thrown clear, and she could now see that she was opposing a still-groggy-looking Gash, as well as one of the other 'Bolts she had knocked down before. The man holding her foot didn't know whether to fight or run, judging by the look on his face.
Gash, rolling back to a kneeling position, looked at the girl and said "I'm gonna have your pussy, soon, bitch, thank's to that slut over there." His head nodded to Carol, who just lay there, not responding to anything that was happening. "She said she could get you here, and she did." Raven was shocked at the revelation and knew she had to get out soon. This wasn't just coincidence, these jerks had SET HER UP!! Who knew how extensive their trap was?
Raven rolled forward into a sitting position, yanked her ankle free from the goon half-heartedly holding it, and began to get back onto her feet, even as Gash also stood. The other 'Bolt, after a harshly-barked order from Gash, began to circle to her left. She took advantage of this to attack Gash, quickly. He wasn't expecting such a rapid attack, and she caught him offguard with a spectacular side kick to the jaw, snapping the man's head backward roughly. She followed this by stepping closer to Gash, then hitting him with a knee to the groin; Gash went down with an *oof*
She spun back to face the other Thunderbolt, who back-peddled a little, feeling scared perhaps ... Raven pressed in at him, eager to get him out of the way, then to get out of here ... Carol could fend for herself, the conniving bitch. Raven aggressively threw a series of punches and jabs at the man, but her energy reserves were starting to wear out and he easily knocked them away. Pausing very briefly, Raven threw another, more direct punch at the man's face, but this one was a feint, and her real attack, a knee, caught him in the stomach, and he partially folded over from the impact. Another knee, this time to his face, dropped him.
Raven moved slowly, achingly, to the door, which she found was locked.
The lock was like one at her own dojo, it was electronic, and would have
to be overriden, which wouldn't take her long. Bending over she began
to work. She soon had the door open, and slid out into the dark mall,
hoping there were no more 'Bolts around. As she walked rapidly away
from the bookstore, glancing back nervously to see if anyone came after
her. She realized that her energy reserves were all but gone.
She was amazed that so many parts of her body ached so much. Fortunately,
she was able to quickly mount her small motorcycle and roar off into the
darkness before anyone followed her from the store.