Kate Windrunner spent the next two days recovering from her latest battle with the Thunderbolts, a local street gang here in Dallas, a gang that she'd battled several times now both in and out of her super heroine role of Raven, always barely escaping with her life. In this last battle though, part of the gang had apparently killed several of its own members and she either killed or severely injured the most of the rest. Dallas police officer Susan Books, a new friend of Kate's/Raven's told Kate that Gash was still in intensive care, in a coma and possibly brain damaged. Greg had been found at a local hospital (Kate had done a Lorena Bobbitt on him, almost) and was in County lockup along with two other gang members. Apparently the rest were all dead or fled.
Kate was shocked when she learned that after the 'Bolts had subdued
and restrained her, by
overstimulating her powerful libido, her dojo or martial
arts school had been burned to the ground, along with several other stores
in 'her' mall. She was vaguely aware of being dragged out of the school,
with some kind of hood on her head, but . . .
Kate had arranged to rent space from a friend's school, located in Arlington, Texas, several miles west of Dallas. She would have to travel fifteen miles to work instead of the three she used to travel but at least she could continue her classes and maybe get a little income. Rent was going to eat her cash flow though. The insurance guy said since arson was involved they had to be an investigation before any settlement would be made.
As she sipped her morning coffee she absentmindedly flipped through a slick brochure from the Super Heroes Foundation. She had visited this outfit a few days earlier. They provided support and funding for heroes who then did *missions* for the Foundation or SHF. Some guy named Kelso had given her a tour of the place. Kate was bothered: the place LOOKED legit and seemed to have some decent ideas, such as matching heroes to missions within their capabilities, but for some reason she just didn't like the idea of joining with them.
Kelso had explained to Kate (who was there as Raven but was wearing in a nice *civilian* outfit and never gave her real name) that to "join" the SHF, she would have to go to their facility in Georgia for some two weeks of tests - to find the limits of her powers, what she could do, and so forth. (This didn't sit well at all with Kate). Then, if she was hired, she would go on missions for the SHF and 'represent them and their clean image of super heroes.' Kate REALLY didn't like the idea of having some bureau-cat tell her what to do. Finally, she couldn't arrest people or stop them from committing crimes, she could just 'call for backup' - unless she was under attack personally, of course.
Kate felt that this SHF sucked, but she realized that if she had any illusions about doing the work of a super heroine (and she did want to, despite the beating she had received from the 'Bolts), she would need some help from someone. She was broke, her business gone, she had no income and not even enough clothes to make any kind of costume. The last time she had gone on a super hero patrol, her costume had been destroyed and her weapons lost.
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"Ah, would you please tell Mr. Kelso that the Raven is here to see him?" a dejected Kate Windrunner said later that day. She had to submerge her feelings and join with these people, at least on a temporary basis, until she got back on her feet. And boy did this suck!
The Raven, dressed in an old green pants suit and sandals (her wardrobe was SHOT from all her super heroing!), was ushered into Kelso's office by his receptionist. After an hour or so both accepted an arrangement between Raven and the SHF. The Foundation had a trial period of two weeks. They would send someone out on 'missions' with experienced in-house heroes, see how they did, get reviews from any regular members of the Foundation who went on missions with Raven and if the hero or heroine seemed a good prospect, then SHF would send the person to Georgia. Kate agreed to the trial period. At first, Kelso refused to pay for Kate to get a new costume, but he finally relented.
Still a control freak, Kelso said she had to take something "off the shelf". They had a storage room in the back, with a variety of "costumes" and accessories. Kelso escorted Kate back to the storeroom and left her, telling her to find something, change into it and return to his office. After he left she began to look at the various costume pieces - tops, hoods, capes, boots, gloves, unitards, body suits, belts - "Where did they ... WHY did they have all this stuff?" Kate wondered as she picked through the boxes, looking at stuff and trying it on.
"First thing I need to do is find stuff that will make it damned hard for anyone to put ANYthing into my vagina, or play with my clit," she said, pulling on a pair of knee-high red boots. Too small.
She then decided to work from the top down on her costume. She began looking through the various items of clothing in the storeroom, looking for things that she liked. First off she'd need a mask of some kind. Most of what she saw was icky ... designed by the fashion-impaired, she thought. Finally though, she found something that she liked. It was in two parts. One was a small mask for her eyes. It was a strip of silk, with eye holes cut into it, and tied in the back, and she could comb her hair down over the tie. The other part was a triangular piece of material that she could wear over her mouth like a bandana, and which would make it hard for a villain to slap a chemical soaked cloth over her nose and mouth, as her mouth would have the mask over it. They were both black. With her dark hair, the effect would make her harder to see at night. "Now for a top," she said to herself, as she looked around again.
"Ahh, this ... this will be perfect!" She decided to strip and dress in this new costume to see how it looked, so she slid out of her clothes, standing naked in the storeroom, then put the mask on. Next the slim heroine lifted up a dark blue spandex top. She pulled it over her head, making sure it fit ok. It hugged her form, highlighting her full breasts, which pushed the material outwards. The bottom end covered her butt, but was cut high on her hips, so she would feel more freedom when doing 'athletic' moves. The long sleeves would protect her skin from leaves, grass, any of those natural fibers which drained her energy.
"Now, for the rest of it," she said, again looking around. After a search, she found two more items she liked. The first was a pair of spandex exercise tights; dark blue, maybe black, the material was so dark she couldn't tell. She opened the velcro fastening where her top covered her crotch. She pulled the exercise tights up her trim legs and resealed the top's crotch-level faster. Like the top, the tights were like a second skin on her body. Now partially inside the top, her costume looked almost like a one-piece sheath of dark fabric, molding her curves, accentuating her trim figure. Next, Raven pulled a pair of lighter blue shorts over the tights, to mask the lack of panties under the pants. She would, at most, wear a g-string under them, anything more would be quite uncomfy. And unnecessary. This would protect her from her major weakness, too much sexual stimulation. As long as her Trimblers were charged, her 'natural' force field would also cover this form-hugging outfit, protecting it from harm. The only drawback was that the panties, tights, and the crotch closure of her top put a fairly thick layer of clothing in her crotch. Well, at least it would be a good barrier against anyone trying to reach her 'weak point'.
"Now for the shoes!" This took her the longest time ... she couldn't find anything she liked ... no flats, no sneakers, nothing good to fight in ... only boots. And they tended to have spiked heels which were much too long to fight in. "Jeez, did they get these from Frederick's of Hollywood?" she muttered. Finally, though, she settled on a pair of brown calf-high boots with three inch heels.
She started to turn away from the clothes, when she saw a neat thing. She lifted a red nylon belt and inspected it. She slipped it around her waist. Hanging from it was a long (about 10 inch), thick, high-tech looking baton ... probably could deliver a taser-like charge, which could be helpful. Hell, after getting hit by lightning in South Dakota, and feeling a surge of energy thereafter, she could always stick against her own breast if she needed a quick 'jump'. Raven laughed at the thought of tasering her own breast in the heat of battle. Would THAT confuse the baddies! Feeling like a heroine again she headed out of the storeroom to once more chat with Kelso, surprised at how long she had spent looking for a costume.
Just as she opened the door to the hallway she bumped into a tall, wiry man in a red silk full-body suit, boots, gauntlets, and red and black hood. "Excuse me," Raven said, backing out of his way and back into the storeroom.
"Da nada, senorita," the guy said, following her into the room and closing the door. "Permit me to introduce myself. I am called El Diablo - Diablo by Gringos. I am the main super hero here. And you are . . .?"
"Mmnn, er ... Raven," she replied, a bit flustered at the way he continued moving toward her. "I'm new here. Excuse me, I need to go see Mr. Kelso." She moved to go around the man.
"No hurry, chica," the man replied, smiling. He held up one arm just as Raven started to pass his side, and his arm was suddenly pressing her breasts, his arm a barrier between Raven and the door. "As a new member of our little familia, you need to know what's going on, who is in charge. Let's take some time to get to know each other. You might have to rely upon me some time, or I upon you!"
As Raven stood with her breasts pressing against Diablo's muscular arm, her heart beating faster, debating with herself whether to punch him or relax, give him the benefit of the doubt and listen to him, Diablo's hand grabbed her bicep and used it to turn her so that she now faced him, her nose several inches below his, their boots touching. She was suddenly startled when she felt another hand caress the outside of her other arm, his fingers stroking her forearm through the spandex top.
"Chica," Diablo purred, "don't run off. Kelso left twenty minutes ago. So did most of the clerks. You can spare at least a few minutes to tell me about yourself, no?"
Raven could not believe this, this ... not here an hour, and one of the *good guys* was treating her like this ... and they wanted her to JOIN this circus!?! She was gonna have words with Kelso!
However, while these thoughts ran through the shocked heroine's mind, Diablo continued to spin her. Before she knew was was happening, she was pinned by the larger man to the back wall of the supply closet. One of his hands was still on her forearm, the other one shifted to a breast, cupping it. He still faced her, but now his body was leaning against hers. S he could feel her breasts rubbing his chest, his cock pressing against her love mound.
"Ahh ... or, if you do not want to talk, perhaps you want to do other things with El Diablo, no?" he asked her.
"No!" Raven said back and slapped him hard, across the face. His hood, really a mix of silk and a kevlar-like ballistic material, muted most of the force of the blow, but his eyes revealed the shock in his eyes that ANY woman would actually hit HIM.
"Now, let me go, and get out of my way." she hissed, her own eyes sparking with anger. She still couldn't believe that he had treated her this way. Talk about lack of professional courtesy!
Diablo did, indeed, let go of her, and as he took several steps backwards, looking at her, he raised his hands in surrender. "No mas!" he said, mockingly. Raven stepped forward, and slightly to one side of Diablo, to step around him and head to Kelso's office to file a complaint.
As she drew even with him, Diablo again reached out and grabbed her, this time taking her right wrist. He held her briefly, yanking her arm so that she had to look at him again. "You may regret this, chica." he hissed, then released her.
She huffed at him, opened the door, and headed down the hallway to Kelso's office.
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Raven was LIVID, shaking, as she complained to Kelso a little later about Diablo. Kelso tried to find the man, but Reception said Diablo had left the building. Eventually Kelso managed to calm Raven, promising to look into this. SHF had no intention of discriminating against anyone, regardless of race, religion or sex. They also didn't want to create an oppressive work atmosphere. "You have to understand, though," Kelso concluded, "when you get someone with super powers, you also get fairly strong egos. Diablo's been with us for six years. He started as a young man. I see on this computer screen that he had a strong ego when he was tested, but perhaps he needs a re-test. Maybe being a successful and powerful man has gone to his head. I promise you we'll look into this, Raven.
"If that will satisfy you for the moment, I would like to send you on your first mission. The actress Linda Fenton and her husband, director Duke Williams, are in town, filming a new action flick with Bruno Kirby. Their studio has requested that we help guard them. The studio doesn't want any delays in shooting the film. They're also worried because Fenton has brought most of her jewelry with her to wear on the film and on the town."
Kelso went into more boring details, his droning voice helping to calm Raven after her encounter with the red ass hole, Diablo. "Diablito" was probably more like it, she thought, barely paying attention to Kelso. She did hear that she was to join Thunder, stick with the couple, guard the woman, follow her everywhere, yadda yadda yadda. Kelso gave her an address in Highland Park - ritzy neighborhood! She would meet Thunder tonight at six at the house they were renting. Work out security details, yadda yadda yadda. DAMNIT!! She should be out patrolling the steets, making them safe for ordinary people, not baby-sitting some . . .
". . . and take this check for $2,000 to cover any expenses you might incur," Kelso said, yanking Raven's thoughts back to the office. "You'll get $1,000 a week while on this mission, and possibly a bonus at the end. Sorry, but that's all we pay our new trainees."
Smiling, and glad that her new costume hid her mouth, Raven rose and started to leave the office, when Kelso stopped her. "Ah, how are you going to get to Highland Park?" he asked, eyeing her body and costume.
"Well, my motorcycle is downstairs . . ."
"You're not going to ride around Dallas on a motorcycle, in your costume, are you?"
"I've been doing it for the past few weeks, Mr. Kelso," she replied testily. "I can't fly, so ..."
"Well ... here," he said, opening a closet. He pulled out a gray coverall kind of thing. "Put this on, so you aren't so conspicuous. You might want to take off the mask, too. Now that you're with us, as a trainee, we want you to keep a low profile."
Raven stepped into the coverall and zipped it, covering all of her magnificent body in what could be a non-descript motorcyclist's riding suit. She removed her two masks and left Kelso's office. Mounting her bike outside the Federal Building, she donned her helmet and riding gloves, and roared north toward Highland Park and her first 'mission' with the Super Heroes Foundation.
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Raven reached the house a few minutes after six. She removed the gray coverall and left it, her helmet and gloves with the bike. Putting her masks back on, she went to the front door of the large, three-story mansion. A few minutes later a large muscular man ushered her into the kitchen where Thunder was waiting. She had met him on her first visit to the Super Heroes Foundation. He was about 5'10", very muscular, built like a body builder on steroids. His "costume" consisted of brown knee-high lace-up boots, brown above-the-knee spandex bicycle shorts, a brown 'Dago-style T-shirt', wrist-length black gloves, and a short green mask. Raven remembered the 'dominance' game he had played with her, trying to squeeze her hand while shaking it, to force her to cry out. He seemed to be incredibly strong, maybe even invulnerable, too, she thought. Best looking man she knew, she ruefully admitted to herself.
The two discussed this "mission" (as Kelso called their assignment). Eight rent-a-cop guards, male and female, guarded the house around the clock on staggered shifts. The studio had guards where the movie was being shot. Raven and Thunder had to guard the couple whenever they were not at one of these two secured locales. Thunder said he would be driving for them and Raven would 'ride shotgun' in the front seat. There was a small room here they could use if they needed a place to sleep. Raven had to stick with Fenton when on guard, make sure no one bothered her or her jewels. He would guard Duke Williams.
Linda Fenton and Duke Williams had made some enemies in their time. Their films tended to be preachy action flicks which held up for ridicule or abuse such things as Southern churches, big business, the military/industrial complex, and ... super heroes. Linda Fenton strode into the kitchen while Raven and Thunder were discussing escort procedures.
"THUNN ... der! Can you PLEASE see your little girl friends on your own time?" Fenton said with disgust dripping richly from her voice. "Duke and I deMAND your FULL attention!" She was a forty-something star of movies and TVs, still very fit, with high cheekbones and long red hair. She made a set of fitness videos in the early 90s.
"Yes ma'm," Thunder replied civilly. "Raven will be helping me guard you."
"Mnn. Can you fly, young lady? No? Do you have super speed or X-ray vision or a sorcerous lassoo? No? Hmm. Well, I've never heard of you, anyway! Thun-dear, are you SURE she is WORTH what we're paying for YOU to protect us?"
"Yes, ma'am," Thundar replied. "Raven's walked away victorious from her share of fights ..."
"Yesyesyes, I'm sure she's just so perky and 'now' and 'MTV'," Fenton interrupted again. Taking a glass of ice water, she turned to leave the kitchen. "As long as she ... you said her name is 'Raven?' ... as long as RAVEN does her job and stays out of my way ... and Duke's bed, we'll get along famously. And for heavens sake, child, get RID of that thing around your mouth - you look like you're going to rob a stage coach!"
"We have to drive them down to the Marriott in 30 minutes, Raven," a grinning Thunder said after Fenton left the kitchen. "Better get ready."
Raven was seething inside. That, that FUCKING TIGHT-ASSED BITCH!! How DARE she talk to someone like that! Raven HAD to step out the back door, into the back yard, to get some fresh air. This was NOT going to be a fun 'mission', if the first 10 minutes meant anything. As she stood on a patio in the back yard, a tall dark figure approached from the darkness. Seconds later, Raven recognized "Marvelous Marva" Knight, a 6'2" tall Black woman who was a martial arts instructor at a dojo in Fort Worth. As Kate Windrunner, Raven had bested Knight in a martial arts demonstration, recently. Not a very nice person, Raven felt.
"Hello," Raven said as Knight approached. "I'm with Thunder. We're here to guard these two people. I am the Raven." Raven extended her hand to shake Knight's. Maybe she could get off on a good footing with this woman.
Unsmiling, Knight paused for a moment, then grasped Raven's hand, returning the shake. "Er, yeah, Thunder say he had a partner. Dint say who tho'. You the Raven I hear 'bout in the newspapers? I hear y'all can bounce bullets 'n knives 'n shit off your body, 'n do some martial arts stuff. Saved some lady cop from a street gang?"
"Mnn. I guess so, yes. Are you one of the guards here?" Raven wondered briefly if Knight had any idea that they had met before. No, her mask covered her face too well.
"Yah. I don't get enough money in my reg'lar job, so I do this gig. Pretty good pay, even if I has to come here from Fort Worth. Well, gotta go. I'm patrolling the grounds out back." Knight walked off.
Well, at least THAT went better than the meeting with Fenton, Raven mused, returning inside. Minutes later, she, Thunder and the two celebrities left for a party downtown.
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The group returned to the house after midnight after an uneventful night on the town. Both had to be on the set by 0600, so they went upstairs to bed immediately after returning. At Thunder's request, Raven agreed to stay in the spare room for the rest of the night. He had been with those people since noon the day before, and needed some time to 'decompress'. Before he left, he said he'd be back around noon. She could relax and let the two house guards worry about security.
At Linda Fenton's request (DEMAND), Raven had removed the lower mask covering her mouth before they went downtown. She saw it where she'd left it on the dresser in the spare bedroom. She decided to get some fresh air before she went to bed, so she headed back outside, the mask in her hands. As she stood on the patio, breathing in the fresh, magnolia-scented night air, she raised the mask toward her lips when she heard movement in the brush. Moments later, she again saw Knight walk out of the bushes. The taller woman approached Raven and stood by her side, facing away from the house, like Raven.
A bit self-consciously, Raven started to raise the mask to cover the lower part of her face when Knight suddenly spun 180 degrees to her right. Her left arm was extended, and she raised her left knee as she turned, and at the end of her turn as her knee smashed into Raven's crotch, Knight's forearm hit her face. The combined blow threw Raven backward against the brick siding of the house. Following up her sudden onslaught, Knight pulled a cannister off her belt and shot a tight stream of military-style CS tear gas into Raven's face before she could recover from being slammed against the wall.
Although Raven's body was protected by an invisible 'force shield' created by special features of her blood (her 'Trimblers'), she was still susceptible to gases. The tear gas immediately caused an autonomic reaction in Raven's facial muscles - her eyes snapped shut and began to tear as if a dam had burst. It usually took 20 to 30 minutes for anyone to recover from this crap. Raven began to gasp and wheeze, unable to draw a good breath due to the gases now circulating in her lungs. Her hands flew to her eyes, trying to do something to ease the searing pain she felt. Suddenly, she was crushed against the brick wall as Knight's tall, muscular body hit hers.
"I heard 'bout you, bitch!" Knight hissed. Her hands grabbed Raven's wrists and pulled them away from her eyes. "Called a homeboy over here, 'bout 'nother bitch in town, 'n he tol' me 'bout you, how you whupped him an' his crew. He say you 'lose it' when you be raped." Raven was shaking her head, disbelieving the fact that this GUARD had attacked HER! How could she get her eyesight back ...?
Suddenly, Raven felt the hands of another person. As Knight had Raven pinned against the wall, Knight had pulled both of Raven's hands upward and now held them together over her head, in one large hand. Knight's other hand was crushing one of Raven's breasts, kneading it, sending bursts of pleasure through her body. Then the hands of someone else grabbed her shorts and pulled them roughly downward, below her knees.
Raven struggled to free her hands, but Knight had the leverage and enough strength to make this difficult initially. Raven was also starting to get aroused from the attention to her breasts. Also, the unseen other person was stroking the inside of her thigh, doing something to her crotch. "Wh-what ... WHAT ARE YOU ...?" Raven shouted when she suddenly felt the velcro closure between her legs open. "No-ooo, st-stop this! ..." Suddenly, a wet rag was jammed against her mouth. More of the tear gas was on it. Gagging, Raven couldn't draw a clean breath or shout.
Raven's head snapped backward against the wall when she felt two hands roughly pull her tights down to her knees! "NNNOOO!!" she screamed silently. "GOTTA ... Nnnnngghh ... gotta get away!"
"Here," Knight said to her partner. "Use this!"
Suddenly Raven moaned loudly and writhed with greater effort. Something had penetrated her pussy! And the PAIN! "GODS!" she moaned to herself, "what are they DOING ... mmnnnNNGGHHH ... to me!?"
Knight's partner, Luwon, had taken Knight's nightstick - her WOODEN nightstick, and rammed it up into Raven's vagina. As he worked it in and out of her vagina, he could see sparks ... FUCKIN' SPARKS ... near the bitch's crotch. What had Marva gotten him into!?
Raven knew that she didn't have much time to act if she was gonna get out of this. The pain wasn't too bad, yet, but this woman seemed to know her weaknesses. That meant she had to escape ... NOW!. The heroine attacked the only way that she could ... with her head. Her head shot forward, hitting Marva's face, snapping the other woman's nose to one side. Raven felt some of the blood from it hit her own face, a warm and wet feeling.
Marva screamed, and let go of Raven's arms, staggering backward and clutching at her face. She tripped over Luwon, and her weight caused him to fall and pulled the nightstick out of Raven. She still couldn't see much, but her body (the Trimblers!) was rapidly shaking off the effects of the powerful gas. She reached down, and pulled her tights and shorts back into place, leaving the crotch of top loose, open inside her tights. Then, she leaped into the air, performing a forward roll over the sprawled bodies of Knight and Luwon and landed on the grass, coming to her feet. She quickly turned, facing in the direction of Marva's cries. She had to rely on training now, because she couldn't see anything clearly yet through the tears and the still-clenched shut eyes.
Luwon staggered back to his feet, grabbed the nightstick and faced the strange woman. He wasn't sure if he should attack her, or get the Hell out of here now! Marva rolled on the ground, clutching her smashed face, and still crying out in pain. "S-stop the BITCH!" she yelled, trying to recover from the pain.
Raven blinked her eyes, trying to clear them, so she could better defend herself.
Luwon grinned as he saw a form looming in the darkness behind the woman. D'Leon had arrived. D'Leon was massive, about 6'7, and 320 pounds ... all of it muscle ... D'Leon wasn't a guard for these folks, like Marva and Luwon. He was strictly along to handle ... problems. He'd take care of that fucking heroine chick.
Raven sensed movement behind her but before she could move two huge arms encircled her. Her right arm was pinned to her side but her left still free and she was lifted off of the ground in a powerful bear hug. Whoever had grabbed her had his beefy arms across her stomach, just below her breasts. Grunting, Raven lashed backward with her free arm, feeling her elbow hit ... something? But it didn't seem to affect the powerful grip around her waist. DAMN! She needed to see what was going on! She tried kicking backward with her boots, and she was rewarded with some grunts from the monster behind her, but she still was pinned.
Seeing the woman pinned and thrashing, Luwon rushed forward and began to smash her forehead with the nightstick. Several powerful blows seemed to have absolutely no effect on the girl, though. "Don't HIT the BITCH, ASSHOLE!!" Marvelous Marva hissed at the man, "shove it up her pussy! I done tol' yah, homeboy say yah gots to FUCK her if yah wants to BEAT her!" Knight was starting to rise, ignoring the pain and blood from her broken nose. "This bitch gonna PAY!" she said, moving toward Raven.
Still blinded, her blows ineffectual against the man-mountain holding her, Raven started yelling for help. Maybe the other guards ...? "NO!", she said to herself. There were only two - and one was back here with her! Probably both! As she struggled, she AGAIN felt someone pulling down her shorts and tights! "NNOOO!!" she managed to scream as she felt two fingers probing her pussy.
Luwon had pulled down her clothes and Knight began to ram two fat fingers into Raven's pussy. Suddenly, Luwon brought around the nightstick and again rammed it upward, into Raven's vagina. Again the heroine screamed as the wooden shaft plunged into her honey sac and her Trimblers began to discharge her energy into the wood. "AAAIIIEEE!!" she screamed, thrashing her body, trying to get that thing OUT!
Grinning, still on his knees from having pulled down her clothes, Luwon was suddenly smashed in the face by Raven's thrashing knees. Her waning strength (still strong) and invulnerable skin hit the man so hard that he was lifted off the ground and thrown backward several feet. Again, his grip on the nightstick (a leather loop on it was wrapped around his wrist) meant it was again pulled from her cunt and went flying with him. As it was wrenched out of Raven's cunt, it seemed like a shower of sparks followed it. Again the girl screamed from the pain. She knew she HAD to stay conscious, had to get out of this.
Flailing, Raven's free arm hit the side of Marva's head, just as the woman was stepping forward to again finger-fuck the heroine. Again her power and invulnerability acted like a steel club against Knight's head, hammering her sideways, to fall on the ground, unconscious. Dimly aware that only the powerful arms around her waist were between her and victory, Raven started to focus on the monster behind her when one of his beefy hands managed to grab her left arm at the elbow. Now he had both of her arms pinned! Only her legs (restrained by her costume down around her knees and ankles) and head were left to her! WAIT!! Maybe she could reach the taser on her belt!
Raven felt her arm being more restrained with each second and knew that she had to act quickly. She pulled her legs tightly together, then kicked up, and back, bending them at the knees. Her strong muscles propelled them with great force, and her boots heels slammed into the D'Leon's scrotum. The man mountain shrieked and let her go and both fell to the ground. Raven recovered first and hammered him hard three times in the face with her elbow. His screams faded as he slumped into slumber ... induced slumber ... but slumber nevertheless.
She then pulled her outfit up ... again ... and realized she could see, at least a little bit. Realizing that her mask was saturated with the chemical and its fumes were delaying her recovery, she reluctantly removed it. Finally, she pulled the rag from her mouth and checked on Luwon and Knight, who were still down and out. She pulled the three into a tight little group, and turned toward the door to go inside the house to call Thunder when she dimly saw the back door open. There was a ... a figure standing in the door. Raven brought her arms up defensively to prepare for the next attacker.
"Can you PUH-LEEAAZZEE keep DOWN the NOISE!!" Linda Fenton said to Raven. Fenton was in a tight short sheer negligee, rubbing sleep boogers out of one eye. "We have an early call in the morning, Rubin, or whatever your name is. We NEED our sleep! You and your friends should play later, after we've left for our REAL work!" Fenton turned and went back inside, slamming the door behind her.
Raven was initially shocked and enraged at Fenton, then began laughing to herself. "Hah" she thought, "I beat them pretty easily, given my handicaps. I think I'm cut out for this heroine crap after all. Maybe if I TIPTOE into the house, and call Thunder, Miz Fenton won't be inconvenienced!"