PART 3:
Raven slept late the next morning and awoke feeling refreshed, recharged
after the draining fight with the Thunderbolts in the bookstore.
That BITCH Carol had set her up! Kate knew (and regretted the fact
that) she would have to deal with Carol later. The fight had had
its ups and downs, and Raven HAD walked away a winner, but the battle had
still taken a lot out of her. And now, someone who she thought would
be her friend had set up a trap with her enemies!
Over a late breakfast, Kate thought more about what had happened
to her, both last night and in previous battles. She had been doing
quite well against the Thunderbolts, kicking butt and takin' names, until,
until, ... That DILDO! She was doing well until those guys
started her 'juices' flowing. In fact, it seemed like getting reamed
drained her energy as if, as if ... yeah, as if plant fibers were against.
her skin. Somehow, the more she creamed, the more her energy, her
"Trimblers", those things in her blood that gave her her powers, the more
those things lost energy when her juices began to flow.
Kate felt refreshed and strong after her night's rest. Impulsively, she took her grapefruit knife and rammed it against her palm, smiling when she felt nothing and saw the blade deflected by her skin. Confirmed that her powers were back, she was "good to go!" Still wearing just a long lycra workout shirt she used as her "jammies", Kate knew she had to make one more "test" before she went back on patrol, before she risked another battle. Damn, this super heroine crap wasn't easy. She needed a rule book or something, to figure out how to use her powers for good, to know when she could rely upon them.
Kate grabbed some stuff from the table and a drawer and went back into the bedroom, closed the blinds, locked the bedroom door, and slipped back into bed, atop the sheets. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she took the grapefuit knife and pulled it across a section of her shirt, along her ribs. The fabric dimpled, but did not tear.
Lying back on the bed, as she looked distantly off into space, Kate recalled the sensations she had felt when that huge dildo had rammed into her nether regions. Kate slid one hand up under her T-shirt and slowly, tenderly, massaged a nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her other hand slowly stroked across her rock-hard abs, left to right, the tips of her fingers only lightly caressing her skin. Shifting her fingers slightly, now her fingernails began to drag across her stomach and she shifted from a back-and-forth motion to a circular one, describing larger and larger circles on her stomach as she increased the play with her nipple. She started to get a tingly feeling in her stomach.
Kate stifled a slight moan as her hand dragged its nails across her small black bush and between her legs, ever so lightly dragging her nails across her nether lips. Two fingers split her vagina, and her middle finger playfully teased her clitoris, first rubbing the fleshy part of the finger against it one way, then dragging the nail across the clit, going the other way. As she did this, she visualized the huge, pulsing *Bitch Tamer* dildo thrummminngg inside her vagina. "Mmmnnnhhh!" she moaned, turning her head slightly, closing her eyes.
Kate redoubled her efforts, trying to get her sweet juices flowing. Her left hand was now switching between both breasts, alternately caressing the nipples or drawing patterns on her aureolae with her nails, compressing the entire breast in her fist, or running nails lightly across the hard ends of her nipples. Her right hand was now feeling wetness between her thighs, dragging the wetness out of her vagina, to moisten the area around her clit and around her labia. Again she moaned, shuddering slightly as her deft strokes fueled her inner fires.
Kate was rapidly losing contact with anything but the incredible feelings she was giving to herself. She could feel her passion rising, so she backed off with her right hand, dragging her nails across her inner thigh, from just above the knee to just below her honey nest. When her hand reached her vagina, she again dragged the nails across her labia, then abruptly plunged two fingers deeply into her cunt, the rough passage causing the girl to shudder and moan. Slowly, then with increasing speed, she plunged her two fingers into her cunt, expertly rubbing against sides to get the most effective response from her juices. She sensed that she almost "missed" the rough passage made by the large, studded dildo, and the thought of being dominated by that huge, mindless tool caused the girl to again moan and shudder.
With an incredible effort of will, Kate managed to yank her attention away from her cunt and pleasure, back to her "test". She quickly sat up in bed and noticed that she felt a little light-headed, almost as if she was going into a faint. She picked up a needle-nosed pliers she had brought from the kitchen and began to squeeze one of her nipples and was shocked to realized that when her grip got really strong, she started to feel discomfort, perhaps even a little pain in her nipple.
Kate dropped the pliers and returned her hands to exploring her body. Again, she mentally drifted back to the bookstore, recalling the feelings she experienced when the Bitch Tamer was savaging her pussy. She cranked her fingers roughly in, and out, scraping the walls of her vagina, first with two fingers, then three, then all four, the base of her hand ramming hard against the opening. She mashed her thumb against her clit, between strokes, each push sending a wave of pleasure through her body. In seconds, she was moaning and shuddering quite often, riding a wave of pleasure to new highs.
Kate's other hand dragged slowly, from her bush, across her stomach, up to her breast bone, then to her right breast, where she wrapped her finger and thumb around the nipple and began to squeeze. She brought her hand to her lips and moistened on finger, rubbed it across her lips, then used the wet fingertip to tease her nipples. Suddenly, the girl cried out, and arched her back as a very strong orgasm ripped from her loins. Although she was now panting heavily, she redoubled her efforts and in what seemed like no time at all, a second, more powerful orgasm overwhelmed the girl.
Kate dropped backward from her second arch, panting, moaning and shuddering. With no small effort she pulled her hand out of her pussy and sat up in bed. This time, she almost toppled forward, eyes blurring, equilibrium shot. Shaking her head, she again picked up the pliers and squeezed a nipple between the harsh metal tips. She felt that less pressure was required now to cause feeling, and now that feeling was definitely becoming painful. The girl increased the pressure, since she knew she had not pressed as hard as before, and yelped when a spasm of pain shot through her from her abused nipple. Dropping the pliers, she picked up the grapefruit knife, and roughly dragged the point across her inner thigh.
Although the knife blade did not break her skin, Kate did feel the blade, could see a red line form where the blade had crossed her skin. For seconds after, as she was still experiencing the afterglow of her masturbation, she continued testing herself. Her shirt, she saw, now could be cut when she dragged the knife across it, even though the shirt was wet and clung to her ribs. She tried to stand up quickly, and was (almost not) surprised to feel woozy when she got to her feet, swaying slightly and dropping back onto the bed, onto her butt. When she again tried to stand and was this time successful, she immediately dropped to her knees beside the bed and began a forward roll. At the end of the roll, instead of easily completing the roll and ending on her feet, as she started to rise she felt herself falling to her left, crashing into the wall.
Kate sat there for a few moments, processing her experiences. Very definitely, she realized, when she was sexually aroused, when her juices flowed, and especially when she had an orgasm, her powers were reduced. Based on what she had just experienced, she knew that a few powerful orgasms in rapid succession would deplete her energy, reduce her to near the levels of an ordinary person. Her skin was still invulnerable but she could feel things more clearly. She knew that just as she had felt the pliers squeezing her nipple and the knife blade dragging across her skin, she would also have felt the blows her "enemies" might rain upon her. Also, she couldn't count on her costume to hold together as her powers waned.
Clearly, that "force field thing" she had experienced, where her clothing was as invulnerable as she was, only applied when she had enough energy to actually MAKE a force field. The drain she caused just now had quickly turned her lycra shirt from an invulnerable fabric into one with a slash below one breast.
Kate rose to her feet, preparing to go into the bathroom to clean up (she had a class at the dojo in 30 minutes!). As she headed toward the john, fresh panties in hand, she heard a loud knocking, a banging on the door of her apartment.
Kate didn't feel like dealing with anyone right now, however, so she ignored the banging on her door. After a few minutes, and a yell, that sounded like Books through the door, the person went away. Kate hopped into the shower and cleaned herself up. She then got dressed and grabbed a bag into which she tossed her costume and some other things. She had decided to go on patrol straight from the dojo tonight.
Minutes later, Kate left her apartment, went to her little motorcycle in the parking lot, started it, and headed to work at the mall. There was police tape over at the bookstore but, still furious a Carol, she didn't go to check it out. Besides, she knew that her Irish temper would flare if she saw that bitch any time soon.
Several hours later, after hapkido, tai chi, and self-defense sessions with various groups of students, Kate was glad to show the last person out the door, securing the electronic lock on the door. She normally closed around 4 p.m. on Saturdays so she had some free time before she went out to patrol the "mean streets" of Dallas. She went into her shop's storeroom and changed into her costume, which 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, a black lycra skirt, and calf high red leather boots, with low heels. The final part was a black hood which fit over the top of her head, wrapping from above her nose to behind her head. When fastened, her hair was bunched in a short pony tail resting above the mask's knot. She completed her costume by adding the two throwing knives to sheathes in her boots, and clicking the nylon web belt around her slim waist; her collapsible tactical baton in a sheath on the belt.
Returning to the main part of the dojo, she quickly crossed to the windows and closed the blinds, screening out any prying eyes. For the next few hours, she forced herself through every combat practice routine she could, using her fists, feet, and baton as whirling attack weapons. Kate pushed her stamina toward its limits, performing incredible leaps, and dives, and rolls. At one point, she ran toward a wall, *up* the wall, then performing a back flip, to land on the ground several feet from the wall, to rapidly throw a series of punches.
She was slightly tired, flushed from her energetic workout, but more confident of her martial arts abilities. After toweling some of the perspiration from her forehead, she headed back into the storeroom to clean up a bit, then to take a short nap before her night patrol. As she headed into the back room, she turned off the lights for the main workout area. A few minutes later, as she was starting to fall asleep, she heard a banging begin on the door to the dojo. After a few minutes, the noise ended, and Kate suddenly realized that this might have been Officer Books trying to reach her. Kate shook the drowsiness from her eyes and ran to the door. Looking through a crack in the blinds, she could see a Dallas P.D. cruiser speeding away from the parking lot. Kate sighed and returned to the storeroom for a nap.
Kate awoke refreshed and enthusiastic about a night patrol around nine that night. She splashed some cold water on her face, then went out to the parking lot. She slipped the police-style half-helmet on over her hood (the lycra hood making it very easy to slide the helmet on or off, she noted). Retrieving her key from its hiding place on her bike, she removed the Kryptonite bike lock, straddled the saddle and fired up the little gray cruiser. Tonight, she thought, I need to bust some heads. She thought briefly about going after the Thunderbolts, to repay their "visit" with her last night, but realized that they might expect her to visit and might have a trap planned for her.
Instead, she decided, maybe a return to that textile plant might give her some clues about what those guys were doing there or where they went. She grimly remembered her fight with that old doctor and his geeky assistant and fumed when she recalled how they had used some, some "strobe light" device on her, paralyzing her. She also recalled angrily how that ZIT-faced little NERD had manhandled her while she was paralyzed. "Oh yes," she thought, "I need to find those two guys!"
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Raven reached the abandoned textile plant about 40 minutes later and parked her bike in shadows about a block away, locking her helmet to the bike. Adjusting her skirt (she liked having it "ride up" whenever she cranked the throttle on her motorcycle!), she approached the plant, sticking to the shadows. Surely the police crime people had been over the place with a fine toothed comb, she new, but she also a) expected crooks to return to the scene of their crime, and b) confidently expected that she would find some clue the professionals had overlooked. Buoyed on this optimism, the super heroine entered the old plant, retracing her steps the night she had stopped the kidnapping and murder of women.
The cops had gone over the place very well, she observed. Very few things were left in the place from the operation being run by the doctor. Raven went downstairs to the room where she had been overpowered by some flashing light that caused her nervous system to shut down. Looking around, she decided to see if she could see where the two went when they left her. She recalled that they had left, behind her and out of sight, just moments before Officer Books and other cops had arrived.
"Let's see," she mused, "Books came down those stairs... Didn't run into the doctor or his nerd-boy... No doors the other way ... "
Raven poked around the downstairs corridor but didn't see how the two could have disappeared. About ready to give up, she turned to head back upstairs when a thin shaft of light became visible through the wall. Stepping closer, Raven saw that there was a thin crack between the cinder blocks of the wall. Looking harder in the darkness ("Maybe I should invest in a flashlight" she thought), she saw no way through the wall.
Impatient, Raven braced one hand against the opposite wall, bent sideways at the waist and kicked at the crack in the wall with one of her booted feet. A second and third time her powerful kick slammed the boot against the wall. When her third Trimbler-powered kick hit the wall, there was a sudden click and the part of the wall soundlessly slid into the darkness beyond. Raven had broken an electromagnetic lock which had kept the passageway hidden from the cops! At the other end of the short passageway, Raven found a small room full of electronic equipment, manuals, notebooks, and other gear. Using the weak, 70 watt overhead light (this was what she had spied through the crack), Raven began examining the room more carefully. Since she would return everything to its place, and since she had gloves on she knew that Books would appreciate a tip about this room and would not be angry at Raven for searching for clues. HAH! So much for the crime lab!
Raven began to look at the various items first but they were complex electronics and very much beyond her knowledge and skills. She then looked over the manuals and notebooks and spent some time trying to understand them, but again, she couldn't make heads or tails of them. Some dealt with "neural networks", others with physiology, medicine, and the makeup of the human eye and brain. The notebooks were ring binders filled with pages on which someone had scrawled notes, diagrams, and schematics.
Raven never noticed the small camera that was tracking her movements in the room.
Finally, bored with all this fruitless research ("Why didn't they leave a motel receipt, or phone number!" she pouted), she decided to try to do some good, and head out on a real patrol. It was only about midnight. She'd tip the cops about this place and they could probably make sense of all this. She closed the door once more and headed back up the hallway, then up the stairs, and into the main room of the old plant, where she'd been in the fight.
Raven began to cross the room toward the stairway and her exit. She was about halfway across the central clearing, where her battle had occurred, when four figures rushed her, from the 'corridors' of boxes. They were all dressed in black, and she was pretty sure that they were male and not in a friendly mood.
Doctor Krieger was a few miles away in a van, watching remotely as his men attacked. He had recognized the heroine from before, when she triggered his security device, and had told the men how her baton had affected her and how they might subdue her. It would be interesting to watch this fight, he thought, and leaned back in the padded seat to observe the entertainment. If his new group of thugs was competent, he would enjoy the battle and have some revenge on the woman who had disrupted his plans. If she defeated them, then he would know that the new crew were not as effective as he had hoped they would be.
The four figures covered the half the distance to the heroine before she recovered from her surprise. They moved in quickly and silently, in an eerie unison, toward her from four different directions. Shifting her stance slightly Raven was able to face two of the attackers, ignoring for the moment the two who were behind her.
"No problem," she thought, believing them to be too far apart to support each other; she'd deal with the first two then the circlers. The first two dove at her, each making a perfect tackle low on her legs, causing her to fall backward, skirt rising high, landing hard on her bottom, the momentum of their tackle driving her further, onto her back, with a man grimly holding each leg, one hand below the knee, one on an ankle.
Raven responded by rapidly chopping her hands downward toward the hands near her knees. Hitting each man on or near a wrist she quickly placed her arms under and behind her butt and pressed downwards, pulling her legs toward her in a "tuck". The force of her move, with the men still holding her boots, resulted in her feet getting pulled from the boots. As the knives followed her feet out of the boots and skittered across the floor, the two thugs were left on their stomachs, each with one of the girl's boots. Raven continued rolling backward, performing a back flip and rising quickly to her feet, facing these men but preparing to turn to face the other two attackers.
The two on the ground seemed out of the fight. As Raven began to turn to face the others behind her, she was surprised to see that the two who had tackled her rose smoothly and lithely to their knees, then their feet, keeping her in sight, like hungry predators after a kill. Suddenly Raven felt her right wrist grabbed as one of the other two worked in close to her and seized her wrist while she was still looking at the first pair of attackers.
Raven took a quick glance over to her right to see who had grabbed her. That small distraction was seized by one of the tacklers who darted in and grabbed her left calf, then pulled her leg off the floor. Raven was now balanced on one foot, with two of her limbs held in opposite directions by these attackers.
"Who are these guys?" she thought, even as the one who had grabbed her leg pulled it up, putting her foot about 18 inches off the floor, nearly causing her to hop to keep her balance. She didn't have a chance to shift her weight, to balance properly. Even as she fought to stay balanced, the one holding her wrist tugged it hard behind her and used all his strength to bend her arm at the elbow.
Trusting her super powered agility, Raven took a gamble suddenly and leaped up, bringing her right foot up behind her and catching the one holding her wrist clean in the nuts. He screamed in pain, and dropped her wrist, falling to the floor.
Raven got her leg back down before she fell backwards onto her ass, but the guy holding her left leg had pulled it higher and stepped backward slightly, pulling her leg. She was now standing on one leg, the other held up at about a thirty degree angle. Not the best position to fight from ... but she'd have to make do.
Raven balanced herself on her right leg and quickly glanced around. She had two men to her front and another behind her, or so she had to assume. Her left leg was held high in the air, around chin level on the man holding it. She didn't like the leer on his face as he toyed with her foot, using both arms to hold her leg high off the floor. Suddenly, he used one hand to stroke the bottom of her foot and the back of her calf.
Raven teetered on her right foot a bit, surprised at this move, and the other man to her front darted in to grab her other leg, which was what she had anticipated. Time for her seemed to stand still as the man rushed her; her hand shot to her baton, tugged it from the sheath on her waist and in one fluid motion snapped it into the open position and slapped the man *hard* across the side of the head. He abruptly stopped, staggered back a step, and Raven hit him again, on the other side of the head on the return swing, after which he crumpled to the floor unconscious.
"Two down," thought the heroine, when her wrist was suddenly grabbed and pulled behind her. Before she could do anything, she felt the baton slapped from her hand, and heard it clattering across the floor of the warehouse. "Shit," she thought, struggling to free her right hand from the strong grip. Before she could do anything, though, her wrist was lifted upward behind her back, putting her into an arm lock. The thug behind her slipped forward, pinning Raven's arm against her back and threw his other arm around her front, grabbing her across her chest, pinning her against his chest. The man grunted as he tried to increase the angle at which her arm was bent, trying to force her hand between her shoulder blades, higher and higher.
Raven was in an awkward stance, but wasn't really worried, there
were only two guys left and she knew she could out-fight them. She
began to try to reach the man behind her, but her backward-thrusting elbow
just thudded against his body; he seemed to be wearing ballistic armor,
and her blows against him were having no effect!
Suddenly, the guy holding her leg lowered his mouth and began
to lick and nibble at her toes. Raven's eyes went wide as she felt
the tongue gently lick around her big toe. She felt the toe taken into
his mouth, and she gasped slightly as his tongue slid around it, and the
man applied suction. At the same time, the guy behind increased the
pressure on her arm, bending it at the elbow, trying to push the wrist
up into her hair, it seemed. While doing thisa, he also pulled her
backward slightly so that she couldn't move her right foot without losing
her balance. Raven could feel his arm rubbing roughly against both
of her nipples, she could feel them starting to harden under his assault.
She had to fight back, she knew, before she began to get seriously aroused. While continuing to first hammer with her elbow, then swing her arm at the man behind her, she tried to brace her free leg so she that she would have some balance, some kind of base from which to act. As she resisted the two men she suddenly felt something pass around her right wrist, then there was a *click* and she realized a handcuff had been closed over that wrist!
Raven knew that she had to keep her left wrist free so she stopped trying to hit the guy behind her and shifted her fist in front of her to try and break the grip of the toe sucker. She gasped again as the tongue slid over a couple more toes, licking along her foot, and nibbling roughly on the ends of her toes. While one of his hands had a strong grip on her ankle, he used his other hand to stroke her leg, starting behind the knee and working down the calf, toward the foot. Raven felt her nipples hardening and herself breathing faster, and knew that if this continued, she'd soon start to lubricate. She started to squirm back and forth, and punctuated the squirming with a half real, half faked moan. The man with her foot was too far away to reach with her fist!
The man holding her foot grinned, and kept licking and sucking on her toes, pulling another moan from the heroine as she continued to squirm, trying to loosen the grip on her foot. Both men were now pulling her in different directions to keep her balance restricted, precariously, to the one foot. Raven tried again to yank her leg back, to free it from the man, but he was holding her tightly. To make matters worse, the man behind her, still holding her cuffed wrist in a powerful arm lock, now slid his other hand along her thigh in a caress. He also put his mouth beside Raven's ear and exhaled lightly into it, following with a furtive tickle from the tip of his tongue inside her ear and then along her ear lobe and behind her ear. He continued downward, finally nipping the girl at the base of her neck. His hand on her thigh began rising, now on the back of her leg, nails dragging, headed toward her butt. Raven moaned more loudly, and partially closed her eyes, in response to the efforts the two men were exerting on her. She knew she HAD to break their grip soon. This was NOT going well for her!
Raven was getting anxious now and tried a last, desperate manuever. She simply went limp, trusting in her invulnerablity to keep her ok. All of her weight sagged downward, her leg buckling under her. The maneuver worked! The man holding her ankle couldn't hold her up when she forced him to support around 125 pounds with one hand. As she settled downward, he began over-balancing forward, her foot tore free form his grasp and she tumbled backwards onto the guy behind her. He was so focused on stroking and licking her neck while holding her arm in a hammer lock, the sudden shift in her weight caused him to lose his balance and they both went down. She landed on top of him, forcing an *oooof* from him as her tight butt rammed down onto his crotch.. He was unable to maintain the pressure on her right arm, and she started to break it free from his grip, struggling to bring her arm forward.
The man who had had her foot recovered and quickly stepped toward Raven, dropping to one knee, pinning her left ankle to the floor with his hand. Raven reacted smoothly though, using her right foot to kick him in the side of the head. He let go and fell backwards. The guy behind/under her struggled, trying to balance himself so he could again grab the woman, instead of using his hands to hold him in a seated position under the heroine.
He saw a chance and suddenly grabbed both her wrists, tugging them behind her and clicking the cuffs shut, trapping her hands at the small of her back. He shifted his grip to her elbows, pushing roughly on them, driving them toward the small of her back, causing her some discomfort and thrusting her taught breasts forward as her shoulders rolled backward. When he got them close enough together, he looped one arm around her arms, locking them together with his elbow and hand. Raven gasped at that move, frozen, as "Mr. Toes" scrambled back to his feet. Unseen, behind her, the other remaining attacker used his now-free hand and took something from a pouch at his waist.
As Raven struggled, trying to break free of this guy, suddenly she felt a pad slammed over her mouth and nose. Instinctively, she began to resist this new assault, shaking her head sideways to throw off the foul-smelling compress, but "Mr. Toes" had moved forward and pinned down her legs with his weight as ballast, as the other struggled to hold the wet pad over her mouth. Raven's struggles lasted longer then they expected, but at length she did succumb, and slipped into darkness....
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". . . just the other side of Mesquite, Danny," Raven heard, slowly regaining consciousness. She struggled to open her eyes, an involuntary groan slipping from her lips as the effects of the gas wore off.
"Christ, Danny," Raven heard from her side, "she's waking up! Where's that rag!" Raven became aware that she was in the back seat of a large car, traveling on one of the city's expressways. She could see two men in the front seat, so obviously the others were in back with her. She struggled, noting that her arms were still cuffed behind her.
One of the men in the front seat, "Danny", began checking the floor for the compress they had used on her in the plant. "I told yah to leave it on her!" the man beside her yelled, struggling to pin the girl back against the seat of the car. As the man forced her shoulders back against the seat, he turned slightly so that he faced her. "Find the damn rag!" he screamed as the girl rocked under him.
With the other man in the back seat still unconscious from the blows she had made to his head, Raven saw that she might still overpower these guys. She was still groggy, though, and cuffed, so it wouldn't be easy. She quickly glanced down at herself. Feet bare but free. Skirt and top in place. Mask in place, gloves too, but wrists secured behind her.
Danny shouted from the front "I can't find the damn pad," then he opened the glove compartment and began to root through it.
"Well hurry up" replied Jim, who was struggling with the girl. She was stronger than she looked, and a wildcat too. She squirmed to a side, and broke away from him, still on the back seat of the car. Raven rolled onto her knees facing away from Jim. Her goal was simply to knock Jim down and get the door open, then roll out of the car. She'd deal with more after that. If she could get out, that is. And to do that she'd have to attack, so she hopped/turned until she was crouching on her feet on the back seat, facing Jim, her back jammed against the unconscious guy.
Jim knew he had to get her under control so he lunged in at her, and managed to grab her thighs, right over her knees. That should keep her from kicking him, he thought. His weight forced her back, pushing Raven and guy behind her against one of the back doors of the car. Danny, in the meantime, had grabbed some things from the glove compartment, and had begun to turn around to help Jim.
Raven saw the other man turning around in the front seat, looking like he was going to get involved in the fight. She silently cursed the handcuffs, as they made it much harder for her in this situation. Danny scrambled over the center of his seat and slid into the backseat, Jim mostly blocking the heroine's view of him, as the two struggled. Now Jim's hot breath was on Raven's face as he leveraged his grip on her thighs, pulling himself closer to the girl, trying to pin her, restrict the movement of her legs. Moving closer, he also pushed her legs apart, his body slipping between the girl's legs as she squatted on the back seat. Danny, squeezing between Raven and the back of the driver's seat, tried to get a little closer but he didn't want to knock Jim off balance, and both of them were struggling a lot, so he waited, looking for an opening.
Raven tried to braceherself and throw this first one off. Suddenly, he lifted up slightly, and pulled down on her thighs, pulling her forward and driving her off her feet, off her crouch, and onto her knees. Her center of balance shifted forward, and now she was starting to lean onto Jim. As she slid forward, Jim used her momentum to pull her forward, between himself and the back seat's backrest. Raven slid along the seatback and downward onto the seat, while Jim's hands ended near her hips, her skirt pulled *way* up, his hips over her, and above her thighs. She thought she saw a chance here, and put her own weight into his pull, which forced her lower still, her skirt bunched up high, his hands on her side, and him kneeling around the waistband level of her panties. Struggling, all she succeeded in doing was to roll slowly so that now she was on her back, jammed into the hole where the seat and seatback met.
Her hope was to kick the one who had slid into the backseat away, then throw off the one looming over her, and hop out of the car. After all, she was invulnerable. She flailed her feet around some and felt an impact on one of them. Just then, Jim slid her a little closer, then dropped his weight onto her stomach. Raven grinned; now she had him! Just like she had done to that 'Bolt not too long ago, she shot her legs up, to loop around Jim's throat and toss him into Danny. Then she'd be out of here.
Jim reacted well though. She got her right leg up to shoulder height on him, but he deflected her left leg away from him. Danny grinned to himself, and slid in close to the two struggling forms. Jim then suprised her again, by reaching over, and grabbing her right leg at the ankle. He grunted as he pulled the girl's leg toward himself, now holding it against his shoulder. He then dropped his left hand down between her legs, and pulled the crotch of her panties over and to one side. Raven felt this and suddenly worried that he might foil her plans. She squirmed to try to remove his hand, grunting from her efforts.
Danny grinned again, as her black-haired bush was revealed to his eyes. "You have a pretty little pussy." he said, in an annoying, almost patronizing tone. Then he sprayed a small bit of something onto her panties, which began to melt away, even as Jim let go of them. Raven was shocked ... and even MORE shocked when Danny grabbed her free left leg and held it in the air and bent it away from her right leg, leaving her helpless. For a moment, as Raven laid on her back, legs spread apart, she began to worry that she might not overcome these bastards. Then, suddenly, Danny's free arm shot forward and rammed her labia with a large dildo. It was about 8 inches long, and two thick, with many small studs along it. Raven squirmed, but even though she was still dry, Danny was able to force the tip of the dildo between her nether lips, first abrading her clitoris ("Nnnnhhh!" Raven moaned), then forcefully into her vagina ("NNNNHHH!!" she moaned, louder).
Jim, noticing that her squirming had slackened somewhat, now leaned forward and grasped one of her breasts in his hand. Squeezing and kneading the breast, he found he was also able to move his other hand from its grasp on her ankle, along her calf, and then along her thigh. As he ran his hand across her inner thigh, toward her cunt, he grinned when the girl moaned again, turning her head slightly, closing her eyes.
Danny redoubled his efforts with the dildo, pressing harder with his end, driving the studded tool deeper into her snatch, the knobby ends abrading the sides of her vagina. He too was able to loosen his grip on the girl's leg. He quickly shifted his position and pinned her leg against his side and abruptly slipped his hand under her buttocks, squeezing it with all of his strength.
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"Nnnnhh!" Raven moaned when the dildo butted against her clit. "Nh, nh, NO, not my cunt!" she moaned when she felt a tool entering her, rubbing viciously along the sides of her dry vagina. She squirmed, trying to shake the two men off her legs but the sensations raging in her groin now caused her to shudder, to turn away, to try to focus on something else so she could regain control of this situation.
"NOOOO!" she moaned as she felt a hand dragging along her inner thigh as another began to knead her breast. She could feel each inch the first hand traversed heading toward her cunt. Raven knew that her nipples were getting harder, that her clit was starting to fill with blood. Her passion was a rising tide threatening to wash over the girl. She could also feel the incredible pressure being exerted, driving a huge dildo into her hole. "Oh GOD, NOO!" she moaned when the dildo, maybe three inches inside her, suddenly rotated sharply, and penetrated more deeply into her. Raven knew she was starting to have serious problems now, could feel a loss of control over her body.
She was trying to regain control, to shift her thoughts onto something else, when another thrust drove the dildo deeper into her, to maybe five inches of penetration, twisting, AND NOW IT WAS VIBRATING!! The thrumming had an electric effect on the girl, loosening a floodgate of lubrication, causing her to shudder and moan uncontrollably. Just then she felt a hand forcing its way between her buttock and the seat, then squeezing her buttock. "NNNHHHH!!!" she moaned, twisting, trying to get away from the dildo and the hands running over her body.
Raven arched her back, rising on just her shoulder blades to try to free her body from these two men. THERE WAS NO ROOM TO MANEUVER BACK HERE! Raven twisted, tried to rotate her hips away from the men, away from the vibrating tool thrumming in her vagina. Suddenly the hand that was on her buttock slid a bit, and she felt two fingers beginning to penetrate her ass hole! "NNOOOO!!" she screamed, feeling the man's hand partially clamp onto her butt as the two fingers began swabbing the inside of her ass hole. Then the dildo rammed deeper into the girl, now maybe all but an inch of the tool inside her, vibrating. Then the first orgasm hit the girl, battering her consciousness, closing her eyes, drawing a deep, throaty moan from her throat. Raven dropped onto the seat, pinning a foul hand between her butt and the seat. Then she felt the hand squirm, and more fingers entered her ass hole, each wriggling and thrusting and mauling her insides, driving her libido to new levels. "NNNOOOOO!!!" she screamed, as the second orgasm suddenly ripped through her, and into her brain.
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Danny was grinning uncontrollably now. He couldn't believe how this 'super heroine' was reacting to their physical assaults! That Doc was right! "Turn her on to turn her off" he had told them before they went to the warehouse. "Would she be there?" they had asked the Doctor.
"Heroes ALWAYS return to a situation where they were defeated, to learn more about what happened," the Dr. Krieger replied, "and I am CERTAIN that this one will return; if not tonight, then some night in the next few days! Be sure you are there, and ready to trap her."
Well, here they were. The Doc had been right on everything! And now, as Danny rammed the tool more deeply into the struggling girl, he could see that mentally, she was no longer "in the fight"; she was lost in the pleasure they were giving to her. Since he couldn't hold and turn the tool, he flipped it's butt switch, turning on the vibrating motion. His hand now freed, he used his thumb to mash her large clit against her pubic bone. As he twisted, driving the thumb harder and harder against her clit, he saw the girl suddenly moan loudly and knew she'd cum.
Rich, in the front seat of the car, was trying to focus all his attention on keeping the car inconspicuous as it sped along the expressway, was still was able to pull his Glock 9mm semi-auto from his shoulder holster and pass it back to Danny. "See if you can knock her out," he yelled, swerving the car around a slowly moving trailer, speeding to 75 mph. He wanted to get back to the professor's lab before this bitch found a way to break loose.
Danny grabbed the gun. He remembered that the professor had said that guns, bullets, clubs, etc. were not effective against the girl. Nonetheless, he swung the gun around in an arc and brought the butt of the pistol against the girl's forehead with all the force he could muster (not much, with one hand buried under the girl's butt and in her ass hole). The blow would have cracked a normal person's skull, but this heroine just seemed to shake her head to shake off the blow. Danny tried a second, then a third blow and was gratified to see that she was having trouble opening her eyes after the last blow. Interesting.
Jim leaned forward over the girl and pulled her top upward, across her stomach and over her breasts, bunching the fabric around her neck. Then he used his body to pin her leg against the back of the seat as he leaned closer, running his hands from her hips, along her ribs, onto her breasts, squeezing them as hard as he could. He lowered his lips over one swollen nipple and began tonguing it, batting it like a speed bag, then circling it like a hungry shark. The girl was shaking and shuddering under him, shifting slightly but not enough to move his weight off her torso. He loved to hear her moans as his hands squeezed her breasts, as his mouth and one hand played with her nipples.
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Raven was lost, and she knew it. These men were all over her body, stroking her, arousing her, pushing her toward more orgasms. The thrumming dildo in her cunt was a steady buzz, lubricating her. The hand in her anus was doing marvelous, torturous things to her in concert with the dildo, speeding the next spasm. "OOUHHH!!" she cried as yet another orgasm wracked her body. Then she screamed when it felt like a pile driver had rammed her clit. As it was pushed harder against her pubic bone the arousal was overwhelming. Her head was now shaking from side to side slowly, her eyes turned upward in their sockets, her body seeming to ride a surfboard of passion as another orgasm washed over her.
Raven kept trying to regain control, to force the sensations into the background, so she could stop this drain of her powers. Suddenly, she felt two hands work their way up her torso, across her breasts. Then she felt a warm mouth slip over one breast, and went mad from the effect of tongue action on her nipple. She couldn't regain control now, there were just too many assaults on her body. Suddenly, as she was basking in the effects given from the treatment these men did to her, Raven felt a powerful blow strike her forehead. She shook her head, but was rewarded with a second, then a third powerful blow. Even though she still had most of her invulnerability, the massive orgasms had weakened her and the third blow almost made her unconscious. Her vision was cloudy and her struggles receded from the multiple assaults. She was gratified when she felt the hand pulling its fingers out of her anus and out from under her buttocks. Another orgasm roared through her body, however, and just as she started to rise on her shoulder blades another, much stronger blow hit her forehead, and this time, the girl moaned and lost consciousness.
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Danny knew he couldn't get enough leverage with one hand under the girl's butt. After a last twirl of his fingers, he pulled his hand out of from under her butt. He shifted the pistol to his strong left hand, brought it around in a sweeping arc, and made a final, desperate blow with all his strength, against the girl. His gun's butt hit her on her forehead just as she started to rise on her shoulder blades, moaning, obviously experiencing another powerful orgasm. This time his blow was so hard the gun slipped out of his hand (fingers still wet from being in her ass hole, being between her butt and the leather seat). He worried when he dropped the gun, but when he saw the girl sag back onto the seat, head lolling to one side, eyes closing, he knew they'd done it!
"Jim," he roared in victory, "WE GOT HER!! She's out, man!"
"Mmnnmpphnnn" Jim replied, sucking vigorously on her breast.
Danny pulled him away, and said "We'll have time for that later ... hop in the front, while I make sure she won't be any more trouble."
Jim glared, but Danny was in charge. He lifted his mouth from the knocked-out heroine's breast, then slid into the front seat.
Danny reached down, and slid the vibrator out of her cunt and turned it off, though he left it within reach. Then he unfastened her skirt, and removed it. He picked up the spray and fired it onto her top, which soon melted away enough to be removed. He roughly removed the girl's mask and, after putting scraps of her clothing in her mouth, used it to gag her.
"There" he said, looking at her flawless body. "Even if she wakes up, we'll be able to get her under control fast enough, and she won't go anywhere naked and cuffed anyway." He leaned back to enjoy the ride, telling Rich to slow down, so the cops wouldn't stop them. Traffic was getting lighter at this late hour, now that they were outside the LBJ freeway.
About ten minutes later Raven awoke. She wanted to moan, but didn't, as her situation flooded into her mind. She cracked one eye, and saw she was still in the car. A slow pull at her cuffs brought no pain, but also indicated that she hadn't recovered all her powerful strength yet. She still had her invulnerability, too. Raven quickly made a plan.
Danny gasped in shock when the heroine's legs shot up, much as they had when she had tried to grab Jim's neck. This time, though, the supple and strong heroine's feet stuck the window over her head, cracking it.
Danny lunged for the vibator as Jim turned, and Raven dropped her legs, to bring them up again. Jim moved quickly, reaching over the back of his seat, grabbing one of the heroine's flailing ankles. Her other foot, however, hit the window, which blew out in fragments of glass. Some of the glass blew over Jim's arm and face, and he released her ankle, and fell, screaming, back into the front seat.
Danny's hand found the vibrator, and clicked it on, then stabbed it at Raven. The car had started weaving when the driver turned to look into the back seat, and Danny's thrust was thrown off enough so that it just grazed her pussy, sliding roughly across her clit, then up into her bush. "Mmmnnn" Raven moaned, as the sensations briefly hit her. She had to escape now, she couldn't let them use her libido against her a third time tonight. She spun her legs up again, hooking them against the open window. One shove with them and she'd pull herself out of the car, and she'd worry about more than that later.
Raven's legs tensed and she pushed backwards. "Shit!" she heard Danny yell, then she was out the window, her supple body twisting to get through, her back hitting the asphalt. She grunted, and rolled with her landing, her naked body skipping along the road surface, causing her to roll over, bounce, spin, roll, and so on. Her momentum carried her off the road eventually, and down a steep hill. She careened down the grassy slope, crying out as the grass, in contact with her body, naked except for her gloves, almost burned her body, leaching energy from the Trimblers in her body. Out of control, Raven eventually reached the bottom of the grassy slope and continued her roll into the woods at the bottom, stopping only when her ribs slammed against a tree. As the car speed away on the nearly deserted highway, the men decided to blend back into the Dallas criminal underground - to Hell with that Doctor and this crazy bitch!
Raven struggled to her feet, her skin still burning from the slide down the slope. As she reached her feet, she staggered and fell against the tree that had stopped her roll. She screamed in pain as the skin of her shoulder and back touched the wood, and she fell to her knees, sobbing, gasping for air. Minutes later, she shook her head to clear it, to focus on controlling her body and ignoring the pain. More minutes later, after a few deep breaths, she struggled back to her feet. Raven was looking warily toward the road, anticipating pursuit by the men who had been taking her ... somewhere? When no one appeared, she turned and headed into the woods, quickly, but carefully hopping from muddy or dirty patch, to dirty patch, avoiding leaves and grass on the ground. After about an hour of this dancing, she stopped to get her bearings, and saw the I-20/LBJ mixmaster in the distance. She guessed that it was some time between 2 and 4 in the morning - still very dark.
Even though she had expended much of her energy fleeing those guys then moving through the woods, Raven stopped to try to remove the handcuffs. First she dropped to a dirty patch on the ground and carefully worked her cuffed hands from behind her back, under her butt, then in front of her. She was grateful that she was agile enough to do this! With the cuffs now in front of her, Raven twisted her arms slightly, to get maximum leverage effect from her elbows, took a deep breath, and began straining, pulling her wrists apart. Groaning, starting to tear, biting her lip, she was finally rewarded when the chain link snapped, freeing her hands.
Raven spent a few minutes to gather her strength for the next leg of her escape. She had no choice but to head across a half mile of tall grass to the Interstate. After carefully examining the ground around her, looking for any animal trails, Raven was rewarded with the discovery of a cowpath through the grass. She took off at a slow run, heading toward a band of lights near the highway. After she had reached the halfway point, she looked up from the path to check her progress, and stepped on a fresh cow patty. The slimy substance caused her to lose her balance and fall sideways into the grass, landing several feet from the path. Raven screamed in pain as her body rubbed against the grasses. She managed to stagger to her feet, then panicked when, for a moment, she couldn't see the path. "How do I get out of HERE!" she roared. As she stood, swaying slightly, in the field, the soles of her feet burning as if she had been standing on hot coals, she suddenly saw the path and leaped onto it. Fortunately, she avoided the cow poop and after catching her breath, continued running toward the lights.
Raven finally reached the back of what now seemed to be a warehouse area; only one thorn hedge stood between her and the paved parking lot. Taking a deep breath, she took a short run at the fence and leaped, with all her remaining strength, and succeeded in clearing the hedge, landing on her palms on the other side, continuing forward in a roll, and ending on her butt ... ON ASPHAULT!!!
Raven knew she was on her last legs and could see that the sky behind her to the east, was getting lighter. She dragged her weary body across the wide parking lot toward the nearest building, hoping to find someone who would help her. No one answered when she banged on a door near the loading dock so she walked around the building toward its front. As she was about to turn toward the front door she started crying, sagging against the wall, one hand propping her up. There, about 40 feet away, was a Salvation Army drop box! She walked stiffly over to the large metal bin and after checking boxes inside it, was able to put on a pair of white socks, an old work shirt, and baggy blue jeans which she had to roll up.
Just as she finished getting dressed, a police car rolled into the parking lot and cut toward her; the lights went to flash mode and the siren burbled, briefly, as the car roared to her side. "Jest what in the FUCK are you doin', Missy?" the officer inside roared at the girl.
Thinking quickly, despite her aches and fatigue, Raven sagged to the ground, her back against the metal box, and began crying. "I was kidnapped and raped. I just managed to get away. They ... they took my ... my clothes," she explained, sobbing uncontrollably, covering her eyes with her hands. For some reason, the cop ignored her black gloves and the remnants of handcuffs on her wrists.
Chastened, the cop got out of his patrol car and warily approached
the girl. When she continued to seem non-threatening, he bent down
and helped her to her feet. He put her into the back seat of the
car, and began to interrogate her. Raven told him the truth, more
or less, and grudgingly accepted his decision to go to a hospital.
The less she hassled him, she knew, the quicker she could get back to safety,
back to her home. As the patrol car sped out of the parking lot toward
a hospital, Raven gave in to her fatigue and fell asleep.