PART 5:
Kate returned to her dojo after her visit to the Super Heroes Foundation. She conducted several classes that afternoon then changed from her gi into a casual outfit of a just-above-knee length skirt, tank top and sandals, carrying the dress and heels in her knapsack. She was thinking about walking to a resturant nearby then heading home and giving some thought to the Foundation and her possibly joining it.
Kate walked out of the back room of the dojo into the main room where she taught her classes. Her sandals were in her left hand as even she didn't wear shoes in this room. When she was about half way across the room, bare feet walking across the padded floor, the door opened.
"We're cl..." she started to say, her words sliding into a gasp as Sonny and three other goons entered. In her moment of shock they managed to step inside and one locked the door. They were all members of the Thunderbolts, a local gang which she had battled several times since she decided to become a 'super heroine'.
"We meet again" Sonny said with a grin and a leer. Then, foregoing more conversation, he and the others charged her.
"Here we go AGAIN!" thought Kate as she tossed her sandals at the four guys, preparing to fight them by first distracting them in their rush. She tossed her knapsack off to one side and began to step into a fighting crouch as they threw up their arms or turned their heads in response to the objects flying at them.
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In the back room of the dojo, the mall maintenance door opened and in slipped Greg and Pete, who looked at one another nervously then moved towards the front of the girl's school. They hoped that this plan worked better than the last time.
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One of the three thugs ignored Kate's surprise attack, not even bothering to react to the flying sandals and managed to reach Kate even as she was dropping into a defensive stance. He grabbed her waist and then, instead of trying to hold her, continued his rush, lifting her off her feet and propelling them both towards the center of the room and the small floor pad/training area she had for classes. They slammed into a short room divider/planter at the edge of training area with Kate being bent backwards over the planter as Sonny and the other two thugs recovered from her feint and charged.
"Unnh," she grunted as she bent backwards, the goon falling with her and now lying across her torso atop the planter, "Clear your head girl, and fight," she thought to herself. To buy herself time she raised her legs in a tuck, toppling her and the goon over the top of the planter. On the other side both hit the training mat but she continued rolling into a backflip and ended the roll on her feet while the goon was still sprawled on the mat on 'her' side of the planter. Her plan now was to use the planter to divide them, jumping from one side of it to the other, to divide them into smaller groups.
The guy on the mat with her started to rise, reaching his hands and knees. Kate stepped forward, grabbed him by his shoulders, raising him so he was on his knees, and rapidly hit him 4 or 5 times in the face, hard, with her knee. His face looked quite battered when she let go and he fell, face forward, onto the mat.
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Sonny, Bruno, and Rock watched Mikey get pummeled by the bitch and fall back to the floor, out of the fight, as they reached the long low wooden planter/divider. They also saw Pete and Greg move silently from the doorway at the back of the room to the far side of the training area. It looked like the girl's entire attention was on Sonny and his two guys. So far, so good.
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Greg ducked down against the wall behind the girl while Pete hid behind a desk at the back of the room, hoping to stay quiet as he did so. Sonny and the other two moved in closer to the practice mat, trying to keep Kate's attention on them by taunting her, challenging her to attack. Sonny followed up his shouting and moved quickly toward her, placing his hands atop the divider and vaulting over it onto her side. As she stepped forward to attack him, she felt an arm wrap around her waist from BEHIND!
Pete grinned. He had her now.
Sonny rushed toward her, Bruno and Rock not far behind, scrambling over or around the divider. Meanwhile, Pete backpedalled with Kate, dragging her a couple steps towards the back of the room. Surprised but recovering quickly, Kate's arm shot back, her elbow catching Pete in the solar plexus. He wheezed, his grip started to slacken and she grabbed his wrist. Shifting his arm over her shoulder, she dropped slightly and easily flipped him over her shoulder into the air. Rising at the last second, locking her hip and pulling his arm, her incredible strength tossed him several feet through the air over the divider! Pete hit the floor on his back on the other side of the divider, and bounced once. Kate grinned when she heard his "WHOOF!" from the impact.
She took another step backward, recovering from her toss, and said "Are you sure you wanna do this again, Sonny?" She was hoping he'd back off.
But, he didn't. "Yep, I do, cunt." he replied, confidently, smiling at her.
The three men to her front moved toward her, Sonny in the center, Bruno and Rock on either side. Kate decided that she'd let them get a step or two closer, then make a long leap over the divider past Rock. She was quicker than them, after all, and knew that her powerful leg muscles would allow her to clear the hurdle with ease. She took another step backward, as she'd need to make a few steps forward to gain momentum to execute her plan.
While Kate was planning her move and the others were shouting and taunting the woman, keeping her distracted, Greg suddenly crab-walked toward the girl behind and below her line of sight. When he got behind her butt, his left hand suddenly shot up, reached under her skirt, grabbed the crotch band of her panties and pulled them aside. Kate gasped, suprised, as she felt his hand pawing her crotch. Then WHAM, she felt something ram into her vagina, felt something buzzing in her ... "NO ... NOT THAT!" she thought. She had to get out of here, NOW.
Greg had brought his right hand up with a small vibrator in it. This one was only 4 inches long but it was two inches thick and had a small curving protrusion that would press against and affect her clit directly, as well as a slightly thicker bulb-like handle-type part. He pushed half of it into her slot in his first lunge and was gratified to see the woman stop moving and look downward, moaning. Not wasting a second, another quick and powerful push had all four inches rammed into her slot and the second part against her clit. He immediately let go of her panties, which snapped back into place, keeping the toy from sliding out.
"Nnnngh!" Kate moaned as she felt these sensations in her nether regions. Bastards!. She had to MOVE! Yet even as she thought that, Rock darted in and grabbed her upper right arm, both hands holding her bicep muscle in a tight grip.
Kate was distracted by the buzzing toy in her cunt. One hand had moved toward her cunt to dig out whatever had been put into her, when some guy suddenly grabbed the arm and pulled it away from its task. As she looked downward dully and realized she had to use her other arm, Greg backed away from her. When he was a few feet behind her, Greg slid a remote control device from his pocket.
Kate focused her attention on Rock, still holding her arm and responded quickly, her left hand shooting out, the tips of four fingers hitting him in the throat. Rock gurgled and let go of her arm and Kate vaulted the divider, irritated at the, the THING in her vagina and rubbing her clit. Kate landed on the floor beyond the divider, almost slipping on the tile floor. "Nnnhh!" she grunted as her leap caused the thing inside her vagina to shift.
Greg watched as Rock dropped to the mat gagging then hit the "6" button on the remote.
The toy suddenly doubled the intensity of its vibrations.
"NOOOO!" Kate thought as another long moan poured from her throat. Her pussy was on fire and rapidly lubricating. She sagged slightly, both hands digging under her skirt for whatever was assaulting her. She had to get that out of her .. "NNNuuunnnhh!" ... to get out of here ... "AAHHH!" ... or she was in trouble.
Greg hit another button, grinning evilly as he watched the woman react to his tool. Sonny and Bruno moved to the edge of the mat to leave it and get her while she was 'distracted'.
Sonny again vaulted the divider, easily landing on the floor behind Kate, and quickly moved towards her. Greg watched, remote in hand, and Bruno started to walk around the far end of the divider, to come at her from her side. Kate backed up ... she needed to see what she was doing, to get *it* out of ... "Nghhh!" ... her ... her right hand moved down, her left pulled up the end of her skirt. She could see her panties, a large bulge in the crotch, keeping it trapped in her. She had lost all interest in the Thunderbolts; everything depended on getting that "AAAHHH!" ... THING out . . . of h... "nnnhhh!" her!
Sonny casually advanced toward her back, grinning, stroking the crotch of his jeans. Beside him, Bruno fell to the ground, then picked himself back up, having tripped over a chair as he rounded the divider. Greg still watched, his hand on the remote. Kate pulled the panties down to her mid thigh then grabbed at the fake cock to pull it out and throw it away. Her hands closed on the wide, bulb-like end of the dildo, grabbing it firmly and prepared to tear it out of her throbbing wet pussy. Bruno reached Sonny's side and they stopped, watching her from just a couple feet away, grinning like hyenas watching their next kill.
"Nnnnggghhh!" she moaned, her pussy soaked, her clit throbbing, as the toy continued to work on her. It was getting hard to focus ... it felt *soooo* good ... but ... NO! ... she had to get it out of her ... then deal wi..., with them.
She flexed her wrists and somehow began to pull it out of her dripping, pulsing pussy. It was small and half came out on her first weak tug.
Sonny growled, and stepped in, grabbing at her. He didn't know why, but things in her snatch seemed to take the fight out of her so it had to go back in. Kate finally sensed the danger from Sonny and Bruno and sidestepped, toy still half in her, although the clit attachment was off her engorged clit. Her eyes were half closed from the sensations raging through her body but she tried to get into a fighting stance to deal with Sonny. He kept advancing, grinning evilly, but she thought that she was far enough away from him to take a second and finish getting this THING out of her snatch. She reached her hands down between her legs, trying to again grasp the end of the tool.
Greg grinned. Perfect, time for the trap. He pressed another button on the remote.
The electronic signal shot to the buzzing sex toy, triggering two effects in it, both from the large, bulb-like handle. First, three more inches of thick, buzzing, torturous vibrator telescoped out of its shaft, sliding deeper into the heroine's drenched womanhood, bringing forth a gasping "MM...MMN...MNNGGHH" sound from her throat. Her head rocked backward as the shaft plunged up her vaginal tract. However, more ominously, small nylon straps, very much like the straps that had come out of the 'Bitch Tamer' so long ago, shot out of the side of the bulb. However, they didn't loop around her legs. Instead, the two loops snapped around and bound her wrists, then withdrew, pinning her wrists to the sides of the vibrator handle. "NN .. NNOOO!!" she cried, bending her knees, bending at the waist, shuddering from the tool in her cunt. She jerked upright involuntarily, the motion causing her wrists to ram the toy a little more deeply into her vagina. "AAAIIIIIEEEHHHH!!" she cried.
Greg hit one last button on the remote and inside her the new extension of the tool began to collapse then extend in slow, deliberate motions, rubbing the walls of her vagina. Kate screamed as she felt this new sensation in her honey sac, then tried to back toward the shop door but as she moved her panties slid down her legs, bunched around her ankles and tripped her. She fell backwards landing solidly on her buttocks, the panties in a snarl around her ankles. Worse, the momentum of her fall caused her wrists, bound closely to the end of the tool, to push the toy even deeper into her vagina, to it's new full length of 7 inches. "NNOOOOuuuhhhnnn!" Kate moaned, closing her eyes, feeling the head of the tool rubbing against her cervix. Suddenly, she shuddered and sucked in her breath, raggedly, as a massive orgasm wracked her body. Sonny grinned and stepped toward Kate. This was going well, he thought. Fuck Gash and his stupid plans. Gash would eat shit when Sonny returned to the warehouse, this bitch tossed over his shoulder, fucked near to death. Now, should he kick the bitch in the face, or in her itty bitty titties?
Inside Kate the vibrating cock slid down into the base, then back up deeply into her vagina. "MMnnhhhh" she moaned, wanting to pull it out of her. It was sooo hard to concentrate! She abruptly felt a weight on her legs. Greg had pressed past Sonny and sat down on Kate's calves facing her. He grabbed her wrists and pulled them slighly towards him, then pushed them back towards her nether region. With her wrists bound to the toy, this move pulled the tiny tool in and out of her. Kate shuddered as she involuntarily gave herself a hand job.
Kate cried out "Nooo ... pl ... please, stop" as the dildo and her own movements ravished her. She tried to get to her feet but couldn't even get off her butt with Greg's mass pinning her down. Within a seconds, she exploded into a second powerful orgasm, her head rocking backward, her mouth moaning from the pleasure.
"Get out of the way" growled Sonny. "I wanna beat her up some more, then I'm gonna fuck her."
"No" said Greg, looking over his shoulder at Sonny. "Gash said to bring her back, he gets her first."
"Fuck Gash, she's MINE, now get out of the way."
"Gash said you'd think that way," said Greg, and calmly let go of Kate's hands, the toy itself keeping her docile. He stood and then, with lightning speed, a small derringer was suddenly in his hand. With a *BANG* *BANG* he emptied its two jacketed hollow-point slugs into Sonny and Bruno, one shot each to their heads. They fell, dead, or dying, the rounds having shattered upon impact, cutting holes through their brains.
"I'm Number Two now" Greg said, smiling, then continued with the real plan. This was Sonny's faction, and soon they'd all be dead ... first, the girl had to be dealt with, though.
Kate moaned, another orgasm ripped through her, and now her head was lolling on her chest, she was absentmindedly licking her lips, eyes closed, lost in her pleasure. The implacable toy kept her helpless, and inexorably drained the power in her Trimblers. She floated in an orgasmic daze as Greg worked.
He first slid a small pack off his back. Reaching into it, he removed some items. He slid a small red ball gag into her mouth, roughly tying it behind her head, trapping some of her hair in the knot he tied and effectively muffling her moans. Then he cruelly yanked her arms and toy from her cunt. "mmmMMMPHH", she muttered, lifting her head toward his face, her eyes questioning him. He smiled briefly, then quickly replaced the small vibrator, with a new vibrator, 8 inches long, but only one inch thick. He used its straps to secure it in place, deep within her pussy. Again Kate moaned, then sobbed as her orgasm-fogged brain realized that he was not releasing her from this sexual assault.
Greg then released her wrists from the smaller vibrator's straps. Pulling her nearly-limp arms over her head, his left wrist enveloped both of her wrists, holding them and her arms above her head. As Kate looked dully up toward her hands, her head almost falling backward as she raised her eyes, he then used his right hand to begin pulling off her top. After sliding the top upward, past her elbows, he let her wrists go long enough to slide the top completely off the girl. As her arms fell toward her sides, indicating the virtual collapse of her resistance, Greg grabbed her wrists and, leaning closer to Kate, pulled her arms behind her. He brought around behind her back a large leather object, his face just inches from Kate's, her eyes imploring him to stop his assault. He just smiled at the woman, saying "Almost finished, honey." Greg then slid each forearm into a leather bondage glove and tugged it until it went up her arms, past her wrists, to her elbow. Finished, he tied together the leather laces, cinching the knot tightly, SOOO tightly, holding her arms firmly behind her, bending her elbows together into a position that denied her any leverage and even causing her a low level of pain due to the drain in her powers. A normal woman would be screaming from the tight bondage Greg had put on Kate. Lastly he slid a black leather hood over the girl's head, tugging it down onto her and securing it under her chin and around her neck, using a small padlock to hold the hood in place. As a final touch, he took a metal dog leash and connected it to a ring on the front of the hood, on her throat.
After checking all his efforts, satisfied that they would not be easily removed, he rose and left her for a moment and left the dojo. Greg went to the van and got a five-gallon can of gas from the van's rear area. Returning to the "Dakota Dojo", Greg went around the shop, splashing gas on the floor, walls and furniture, then went back to Kate in the reception area. He pulled her to her feet, eliciting a small whimper from the girl, and then, with the leash, tugged the helpless moaning heroine to the door of the shop. He turned her so that she faced her shop and saw as much as was possible through the small eye-holes in the black leather hood. He didn't know she was lost in the pleasures and pain he had inflicted on her body.
"Fuck with the 'Bolts," he hissed, "and you ain't gonna fuck NObody NO more!" He pulled a Bic lighter from his pocket, lit it and tossed it onto the practice mat. Pete, Rock and Mikey were still in there, unconscious (and Sonny and Bruno were up front, bleeding from fatal bullet wounds in their head). "Maybe the cops will blame you for the fire and the bodies," he said to the girl, turning abruptly toward the lot. Yanking on her leash, he dragged the girl toward the van. She managed two steps, then fell to her knees as another orgasm ripped through her, the vibrator still thrumming away inside her. Seeing no one nearby, Greg just pulled harder on the leash, toppling the girl onto her breasts. As she moaned from another orgasm he dragged her across the asphalt and roughly shoved her into back of the van. After climbing into the van, he removed her leash and connected her to a new chain which stretched across the width of the van, maybe four inches off the floor. Kate now hung from the chain, her torso off the floor, dangling from the chain affixed to her neck.
Greg hopped into the van's driver's seat and looked quickly back at the nearly naked woman, lying with legs and butt on the floor, the rest of her body hanging from the chain. Kate was shuddering and whimpering lightly, lost in the reverie of the orgasms wracking her body, now almost every minute, and only dimly aware of her surroundings. Greg drove off slowly towards the warehouse used by the 'Bolts as their base of operations, the dojo and Sonny's group inside blazing in the rear view mirror. Kate continued moaning, helplessly, as her butt and legs slid around on the metal floor of the van, cruelly yanking her, pulling her one way and then another, the chain and hood keeping her head and neck trapped and dangling in the air.
Greg continued to drive into the dark night, eagerly anticipating getting back to the warehouse and seeing what Gash had planned for the bitch. But as she kept moaning, he felt himself growing hard. Maybe Sonny was right - why wait? He wanted some release himself ... he couldn't fuck her ... Gash would know if he did ... but ... her mouth ... yes ... that way, she'd swallow the evidence and any that she didn't, well, he could clean that up easy enough.
Greg soon found an alley near the gang's warehouse and pulled the van into it. He moved into the back of the van and knelt over the girl as she dangled from the chain. He needed her able to concentrate on pleasuring him; he didn't want her biting his cock, after all, in some pleasure spasm. So he reached down and removed the vibrator from her pussy. As he slowly slid the tool out, Kate moaned, shuddering. "MM ... mmnn ... NNOOO!! D-don't stooppppp!!" she cried through the ball gag as the cool night air washed over her exposed pussy. Greg reached toward her neck and unclipped the moaning heroine from the chain and pulled her to a seated position before him. She couldn't stay upright on her own so Greg manhandled the girl until she was on her knees, sitting on her heels and facing him. She was gasping loudly, panting through her nose for air. Greg could see her eyes were partially closed. The ball gag in her mouth meant she had to breathe through her nose and the leather hood was compressing her nose against her face, limiting her breathing. Her arms dangled limply at her sides. This was gonna be easy!
Greg wanted to make sure he didn't get any cum on the hood so he unlocked and removed it, then removed the ball gag. Kate gasped loudly, sucking more air into her lungs, her breath raspy. Greg grabbed her chin and twisted her head upward. Shaking her head until her eyes seemed to focus, he got her attention and said 'Listen, bitch, I want a blow job, and it better be a good one, slut, if yah know what's good for yah!"
Greg rose to his knees, undid his jeans, let them fall down around his knees and slid his cock out of his briefs. His was an average-sized one, about 7 inches long, but sitll a source of pride to him. Now, as he stroked it, he waited for the girl to recover enough to be able to do him.
Kate began to come down off the orgasmic high that had consumed hern. She dully saw the cock in front of her lips and realized what he wanted done. She also knew that with a few more minutes rest, she might have a chance ... she shook her head slowly, as if clearing it. She was doing it for that reason, to an extent, but also she played it up a bit to give herself time to recover her powers.
"Hurry up, and suck me off!" insisted Greg, powerfully slapping her cheek as she held her chin with his other hand. Kate's head whipped sideways from the blow but was quickly yanked back to face his cock. Kate reluctantly leaned over and took the head of his cock into her mouth, licking around it a few times, then began to bob her head along it's length, licking slowly. She ran her tongue along the underside of his cock to increase his pleasure.
Greg moaned in delight, rocking his head backward. This bitch knew what she was doing. "Oh yeah, man," he said, "this feels good, really good."
Kate licked all along the length of his cock, her head slowly moving back and forth. And unknown to Greg, with every few strokes she moved her knees closer to Greg and slid her feet under her until she was resting on just her toes. Greg tensed, his cock expanding ... he was almost ready to come ...
Pain ripped into the man as Kate bit down hard, tasting blood, her teeth going about halfway through his cock. She then slipped it from her mouth and rose to her feet in a crouch, facing her tormentor.
Greg's hands dropped low, cradling his pain. This was unbelievable! He couldn't see clearly through the tears in his eyes.
Kate leaned sideways propping herself against the side of the van. Her right foot lashed out in a perfect 'roundhouse' kick, hitting him in the throat. At her full strength he would have died, his throat crushed. Even in her weakened state though her rage and the precision of her blow smashed his throat and he fell backward, gasping and mewling sounds coming from his throat.
Kate shook her head again and knew she had to move. Except for the leather glove binding her arms and her short skirt, she was naked. She tried to pry the glove off her arms but couldn't see what she was doing. Lying on the floor, she managed to use her feet to get the large side door open then slid out out of the van and into the alley. Now all she had to go was get home or find some help. She was nearly naked, her arms were trapped behind her and the long session with the vibrator had left her extremely horny and weak. Worried, she wondered what perils would she face in the alleys before she got home, or found someone to help her?
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Ten minutes after leaving the van, she realized that she was very close to the warehouse area west of downtown Dallas - not very far from the very warehouse used by the Thunderbolts! She had to stay in the shadows as much as she could to avoid detection. Who would be a friend willing to help her, who would be cowed by the 'Bolts and willing to turn her over to them?
As Kate walked she felt her strength returning and felt herself growing stronger. She paused less often than when she had fled the van, so maybe she could get back closer to downtown and find some help. As she neared the end of an alley, she could see a street light and people moving about. Trying one last time to break free of the leather glove trapping her arms, she struggled, pulling her arms various ways, but gave up, panting, when the leather refused to yield. Not enough strength yet.
Reaching the end of the alley, she cautiously looked around. There was a car half a block away, hidden in the dark. Kate thought she saw a woman talking to whoever was in the car. A hooker trying to score? Kate decided to head toward the car and the woman, hoping at least one might help her. As she walked, still somewhat unsteady on her feet, the car suddenly lit its headlights, bathing her in light. Kate cringed and leaned against a wall, embarassed by the exposure and her exposure. Both the car and the woman beside it headed toward Kate.
Kate was still leaning against the wall, trying to shield her exposed breasts with part of her shoulder, as the car stopped beside her. As Kate turned to face the driver, he got close enough and she saw a tall Black male in flashy clothes. "My God," Kate thought, "this guy must be the hooker's pimp!"
The pimp looked her over with a smile and got out of the car looking her over. "Mm, mmm, mmmm! What have we here?" he said, but when he began to say more, the nearly naked girl spun, her foot rose and a kick to his chest knocked him against the car. A second powerful kick to his chin knocked the pimp out and Kate, not wanting to risk a scene, with either with the hooker or anyone else in the car, ran back into the alley, afraid she'd run into one of the 'Bolts.
After a few moments her panic faded and she began to more carefully pick her way through the alleyways. She knew that she had to be careful that she didn't run into anyone who might mean her harm, but she couldn't move too slowly either. She had to find another route toward downtown or toward her apartment. As Kate picked her way down the dark alleys, she found herself moving away from both downtown and Thunderbolt turf and toward her apartment. She was nervous, her heart was racing, and she was still several miles from her apartment. She thought she'd be okay if she kept moving. Her powers were starting to come back and she could feel herself getting stronger.
Her pace began to pick up as she moved and her strength returned. After about another half mile, she flexed her arms mightily, and the leather ties on the bondage glove finally gave way with a *snap* sound. She slid the leather 'glove' down her arms and spent a few moments flexing her muscles to return circulation and movement to her arms.
Moving on, sometime later she saw a wino, out cold on a pile of his old clothes. Moving softly, she managed to sneak out a dirty-looking man's shirt and pulled it on, turning her head and wrinkling her nose at the stench of old liquor and old urine. With it and her skirt, even though she was miles from home and barefoot, she felt more secure. Although she'd want ... NEED ... a long hot shower later, the simple act of covering herself made her feel much more confident.
She soon found that she might need that confidence. She had finally reached a point less than a mile from home, just on the edge of 'Bolt turf, and came to the end of the alley she was in. She decided to cross the street here in a fairly dark part of town, then jog the rest of the way home. As she reached the mouth of the alley, she heard something lika a breaking sound, like something being smashed. Peering carefully around a fence out into the street, she saw a sight that made her heart rise to her throat.
Gash and 5 of his men had a woman surrounded. The gang members were circling her, like sharks. As they shifted, she could see it was her friend from the Dallas P.D. Officer Susan Books ... and Susan wasn't in her uniform, nor was she armed. She was wearing a dark colored t-shirt, jeans, and flats. Kate could see no sign of a gun, and there was a small hand-held radio on the ground, smashed.
All of the Thunderbolts were armed with hand weapons, as well as ropes and various other items that Kate knew were meant to subdue and secure her friend ... or HER, if they caught her again! Greg must have recovered and told Gash what had happened and while she had been stumbling around Dallas' back alleys, they had anticipated that she would run for home and had come out to look for her. Her suspicions were confirmed when she heard Gash say, "we don't want YOU, bitch! Where's the that fuck-crazy cunt calls herself Miss-High-and-Goddamn-Mighty-Raven? Give her to us, and ... uh, you can go."
Books was still shifting her position, trying to remember the hand-to-hand combat training she had had so long ago as a rookie. She thought she was making the right moves and might intimidate these punks. Emboldened, she snarled, "Not on your life, scumbag."
Kate was in a dilemma ... should she help Books, or use the time to get away from here and replenish her strength to 100 percent. With suprise she knew she could drop at least a few before they knew she was there, or she could duck across the street before they noticed her, and get out of here. But would that be fair to Susan? The mark of a super heroine, she realized, is to go into battle whether you know you can win or not. If she waited until she "felt ready", either she might never "feel ready", or bastards like Gash and the Thunderbolts would ambush her again, as they had done at her dojo.
"Guys," a disgusted Gash said to his gang, "she ain't gonna help us. Waste the bitch, and let's see if that Raven cunt went back to her crib."
"Gash, man, let's just take this bitch too! Alive, we can use her to bait that Raven chick, get her to surrender to us, maybe. 'N we c'n fuck her while we're waitin'!" Maurice, one of the gang bangers who had raped and killed Carol the bookstore owner said, laughing maniacally.
"Yeah, sure, whatever," Gash said, turning away from the scene. "Come on!" he said, pointing to two of his gang. "Let's get the car while these ass holes see can they do one skinny White bitch." He and two of his men started to walk away, toward the alley where Kate hid!
While Maurice, Kenny and Marko circled Books, closing the gap around her, Gash and two others walked casually toward the dark alley entrance. Suddenly the heard a scream like a fiend from Hell and a figure burst out of the alley, four feet away, running at them! "Wha' ... ?" was all that Gash managed to say.
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Kate removed her grungy shirt, ripped off a sleeve, filled it with gravel from the alley, and tied off both ends. When Gash and two others started walking toward her, she thought they had seen her, but when they lowered their weapons she breathed a sigh of relief. Crouching, she waited in the shadows until they neared the mouth of the alley then charged them, doing her best imitation of Xena the Warrior Princess' scream. The gravel-filled sleeve, now a weapon that used to be called a 'sap', was swinging in circles in her right hand, making a *whooshing* sound as she swung it faster and faster. Running as fast as possible toward them, her tight breasts swinging slightly in time with her body and arm movements, she rushed between Gash and one of his men. As she passed them, the weighted end of the sap hit Gash full in his face, the impact and her powerful swing combining to blast him off his feet and backward several more to crash onto the pavement. When his head hit, he lost consciousness and his body tumbled ass over head once or twice. Kate's other arm jabbed at the other guy and hit his throat so hard with the rigid tips of her fingers that she crushed his thorax and bowled him over. He gasped, trying to get air down a windpipe that had collapsed. He was dying.
The third member of the gang just looked at the erotic image of a nearly-naked babe running past, screaming like a banshee, tits flopping. Kinda flopping. Then he turned and ran down the alley. "Fuck this shit!" he thought. As he had done every time that he'd faced her, Jonesy split. This time, he was finished with the Thunderbolts. "Don't NEED to fuck with no SUPER HERO bitches, HOMES . . .!" he said, justifying his flight, at least to himself
Maurice and the others stopped circling Books when they heard the scream. From maybe ten feet away, they saw a naked woman charge out of the alley and blast through Gash and the others. Before they could react, Books screamed a reply to Kate (once more, her friend had become "The Raven"!). Books turned and kicked Kenny in his nuts, dropping him like a bag of sand. She then dived into Marko's side and the two hit the ground, locked in combat.
Raven crossed the last few feet toward Maurice and he desperately pulled up his sawed-off pump shotgun. He got off one quick round, which went wide, tromboned the thing and got off a second round when she was less than two feet from him. The double-aught buck hit her breasts in a tight pattern and blasted Raven backwards to land on her ass and, like Gash, continue rolling in a backward somersault. She dropped her sap as she tumbled.
"Yesss!!" Maurice hissed. Pumping the shotgun to load another round into the chamber, he approached Raven's body. "Gonna finish her off, blow her fuckin' head off, so's no one knows who she is, man!" he said to himself as he reached her side. She was lying on her belly, her skirt bunched around her waist, her tight white ass exposed. "Hey, Marko," Maurice yelled over his shoulder, "you and Kenny do the cop bitch. I'm gonna give this cunt her last fuck on this earth . . . Man, I better do her ass. Her front's probably all bloody 'n shit! " He thought she was dead.
Maurice used one foot to ginergly push her legs aside, then used one hand to drop his zipper, trousers and briefs down to his knees. He squatted between Raven's thighs and began to massage his prick toward erection, dropping his other weapon by his side. As he pulled himself toward an erection he thought about doing Carol, and now he'd do this chick. "Man, I'm gonna get a rep for doin' dead chicks," he said to himself. Suddenly Raven popped her lower body off the pavement, into the air, and snapped her thighs together around his waist and rolled, knocking Maurice onto his side. His arms were pinned at his sides by her powerful thighs. Both he and Raven were now on their sides, she was looking at the lower part of his body, he saw her back. Raven began to squeeze her legs together, locking her ankles to get more leverage. The shotgun blast had dazed her, but her invulnerability meant that the blast had only blacked her breasts with smoke, and pitted it with dimples, some red, where the pellets had smashed against her body.
At first, Maurice screamed from the pressure she put on his ribs. Then, gritting his teeth, he tried to free his arms. No luck, her grip was too strong. He did manage to raise one hand enough to stick into her cunt and pull savagely on her inner lips. He grinned when he heard her scream and redoubled his efforts to rip open her cunt. His other hand started to get free as she relaxed her legs, so he grabbed the hairs in front of her snatch and yanked them as hard as he could.
"NNNNNGGGGHHHH!!" Raven screamed, tears filling her eyes. Bending
at the waist, she brought one hand around in a mighty swing and smashed
Maurice's balls with all her Trimbler-enhanced might. Now Maurice's
scream joined hers and his attempts to damage her vagina ceased, his hands
going to his crushed nuts. Raven let him slip out of her legs and
rolled away from him, one hand caressing her painfully pulsing pussy.
After a quick look showed Books and the other guy still fighting, the others
on the ground or missing, Raven rose to her knees. Beside her, Maurice
tried to rise too but Raven brought one arm down in a powerful sweep and,
for the second time tonight, the edge of her hand crushed a man's throat.
Maurice fell onto his back gasping, trying to breath through a crushed
windpipe. "That's for Carol, mother fucker," she hissed as the man
writhed on the ground before her.
Raven staggered to her feet, bent slightly at the waist and still
in pain from Maurice's savage attack. She noted and filed for later
the fact that her vaginal area could be punished by the human hand much
more easily than bullets or knives could penetrate her skin. She
approached Kenny, who was on his knees, sobbing from HIS balls being hammered
by Books' foot. Raven took no chances. She kicked Kenny, landing
the ball of her foot solidly on his nose. He fell backward and was
out, his nose broken. Raven then turned to Books and Marko.
"Ah, Susan," Raven said, grinning for the first time in hours but wincing slightly - the kick had aggravated the damage Maurice had done. But she was recovering quickly. "You want some help, or are you two making out down there?"
"Nnnh," Books grunted like a feral animal, "give a girl a hand, why don't cha!" Suddenly, Marko got the best of Books and managed to pin her arms against her body and the pavement, and raised a fist to hit her face. But ... but he couldn't move his fist now! He tried again, but it was just hanging there, in the air. What the ...?
Raven had slipped her hand around Marko's elbow as he brought his arm up and held it. When he turned to look at his arm, she drove her fist into his cheekbone twice, rapidly, and the last 'Bolt folded, dropping onto Officer Books.
Helping the lady cop to her feet, Raven looked like shit (and reaked of urine and who knows what else) but smiled at Books. "I've had a lousy day, Susan. Think I can bum a ride home off yah?"
"Yes," Books said, relieved to have survived a second attempted gang bang from these jerks. "Just let me see if I can tie any of them up - did you kill ALL of them? No? Well, see if you can at least help me tie them up. I have a radio in my car. I'll call for help. Then I'll take you home, 'kay? Sheesh! You STINK!"
"Sorry. I guess I've had a busy night. Why were you down here?" Raven asked, as she stooped and used Marko's belt to tie his arms together at the elbows, then to link the belt around his ankles. He was now trussed up for market!
"I had finished my shift and was heading home. I heard on the cruiser's radio that there was a fire at your mall. I called your house and dojo, but got no answer. One of these guys flagged me down, said a woman was in the alley and had been mugged. Even off duty, I have to investigate something like that. I grabbed my belt radio, left the cruiser and, well . . ."
A few hours later, the Dallas P.D. finished cleaning up after this battle. Raven sat in Carol's patrol car, wrapped in a blanket. Books told the other officers that she and Raven had battled these guys, that these guys had torched the dojo and mall. Books' boss, Commander Scott accepted this thin explanation and let the two women leave "to go to the hospital." Actually, Books took a very tired super heroine back to her apartment.