"SHIIITTT!!!" Kate Windrunner screamed when she awoke Monday morning and saw the alarm clock - the one beside her bed -- the one she RELIED on to get up on time --- the one that DIDN'T go off this morning! "Get GOING girl! You need to be at work in 5 minutes!"
Kate had gone out Saturday night to celebrate the windfall of cash she received for going on a *mission* for the Super Heroes Foundation. She and a guy named Thunder had guarded some hot shit actors for a few days and Kate was paid PLUS given a healthy bonus. But when she went out cruising the clubs of Dallas Saturday night well, things kinda went downhill from there.
First her old *friends* Jesus and Jose Garza managed to trap her. The bastards must have had a tail on her since she left the apartment, or maybe when she went to her favorite club. Whatever, they grabbed her and turned her over to some ... some mysterious woman (well, someone with a feminine figure and a weird-ass reflective helmet). Seemed like she just wanted to torture Kate, for some reason. Kate never did understand what was being done - lights, head-splitting sounds, some strange thing around placed around her neck that ... well, that *shook* her.
Anyway, the mystery lady just tormented Kate for a while then walked away! Just fuckin' walked away, no explanations, no "thanks for your participation ..." Nothing! Then on the way out Kate again ran into the Garza boys. This time she kicked butt! And she managed to steal their van! She went back to downtown Dallas, found her trusty little motorcycle, a 450-cc Honda Rebel and before returning home she managed to dump a hand full of sand into the van's gas tank. Gonna trash THAT vehicle! But the way she beat the Garzas, maybe they'll finally leave her alone.
Those pigs used to be in the local street gang, the Thunderbolts. They had telekinetic and telepathic powers that they used to sexually abuse and humiliate Kate. Good riddance! She didn't get home until late on Sunday and now she had to get downtown again on another *mission* with the SHF. MO' MONEY, MO' MONEY, MO' MONEY!!
"Enough *memory lane* shit!" Kate said to herself as she finished a quick shower. Rushing back to her bedroom, she began to *suit up* in her costume as Raven. Sitting on the edge of the bed, first she slipped into a pair of dark blue/black spandex tights that accentuated every curve on her well-muscled legs. Next she slipped into a long-sleeved spandex top of the same color. The shiny material looked good, really good, where her full breasts pushed on the fabric, seeming to strain it to bursting.
After closing the velcro strip in her crotch that stretched her top even tighter, she added a pair of light blue shorts to her outfit - a nice accent for the darker blue of her costume. The shorts were held up by a red nylon web belt with three pouches on it - one held two small (four inch) throwing stars and another held a ten inch long baton - a taser, maybe ("Gotta test this thing out before I use it on anyone!" Raven thought to herself) that she got from a *used equipment* locker at the SHF office. A third pouch would hold keys, money, whatever. Before standing Raven slipped into a pair of brown calf-high leather boots with three inch heels - a very soft and supple pair that fit her feet like a good pair of gloves embraced hands!
She took her masks out next - a black silk band that had holes for her eyes and tied behind her head, with her hair cascading over the band so only the front part of the mask was visible. The second mask was a new black silk triangular piece of cloth that covered her mouth and tied just below the other one, at the back of her head. This prevented anyone from putting chloroform or other gasses over her mouth. Well, that was the theory at least, although it didn't help the one time she wore it in combat against Marvelous Marva Knight and her thugs. The last part of the Raven's costume was a pair of black leather police-style gloves - a very tight fit but they provided an excellent sense of touch - ideal for frisking someone or picking up a dime.
Raven slipped into a non-descript gray jumpsuit that the SHF had given her to wear - they didn't want their newest temporary super heroine roaring around Dallas in costume, on a motorcycle so she was asked to wear this jump suit over her costume. No problema! Kept down on the number of dead bugs on her boobies! Grabbing her cop-style black and white motorcycle helmet Kate rushed to the front door, scooping up her keys and some money on the way.
Raven broke several land speed records driving down I-35 into Dallas. She reached the Diamond Exchange thirty minutes late! "Hope no one stole any diamonds!" Raven thought to herself as she slipped out of the jump suit and stashed it in her helmet, which she locked to the bike. Sprinting, the girl was quickly a) inside the Exchange and b) already a bit sweaty from anxiety about being late and running in the hot (already 87 degrees!) Dallas morning.
"Hello!" Raven said when she met Force in the Exchange's lobby. "Sorry I'm late! I had a ROUGH weekend and overslept!"
Force was a Latina super heroine who worked for the SHF. Together they were to help regular security personnel guard an extremely valuable exhibit of opals and rubies. Force was a short woman (maybe 5 foot 3 inches tall) with a very narrow waist and hips but large (for her build) breasts. She wore a pink body suit with a pink hood, white boots and a white & pink cape that extends to just below her butt cheeks. Raven knew that Force's super power is the ability to shoot an invisible beam from her hands, a beam that can punch through steel if she exerts herself.
"Hola, Raven," Force replied in a soft, quiet voice. "I was afraid I might have to do this job alone. I'm glad to see you! Let's go upstairs. The valuable gems are locked in a very strong vault at night and guarded with a small army of guards. During the daytime though, the Exchange puts the gems in glass display cases and cannot easily guard all of the gems - it would take too many uniformed guards, intimidating customers and visitors. So instead they want one of us on guard in the display room and one can *rest* in the video monitor room. They believe that having a costumed super heroine will prevent people from trying to steal the gems. Of course a large number of guards are ready to act if a robbery is attempted. Come, I'll show you around!"
The two masked women walked through parts of the Diamond Exchange, drawing glances/leers from men AND women who saw their beautiful bodies in curve-fitting outfits. After agreeing to spend two-hour shifts in the display room, the rest of Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday all went by uneventfully as people passed through, examining the display of some of the largest and most exquisite opals and rubies in the world.
"If anything is to happen," Force said to Raven on Thursday morning as they met before work for coffee, "it will happen today. This is the last day the exhibit will be in Dallas. I asked if we could get another hero to help us. Kelso said he had planned to send NightOwl, but she was killed the other day helping Supergirl!"
"Killed!? How?" Raven asked, worried even more about the SHF. This Foundation had a number of policies with which she was not happy. Now if one of their people was killed helping Supergirl . . . What kind of stuff was Raven getting herself into with this Foundation?
"Apparently NightOwl and Supergirl were investigating something up in Denton, got captured or something by a mysterious woman in a dark gray body suit and helmet . . ."
"I MET HER!!" Raven yelled, cutting off her partner. "Last weekend she did some ... tests or something to me! She captured me, did some tests, then just let me go!"
"Madre de Dios!" Force said, putting one hand over her mouth. "You were lucky to get away from that one, Raven! When I talked to Kelso yesterday, he said to keep an eye out for the woman, do not attempt to stop her, call the police. You must tell me about this in case we meet her here!"
As the super women went to the Exchange to take up their guard duties, Raven recounted the story of her rough Saturday night. Force told her more details - sketchy at best - about NightOwl's encounter with MixMaster last week. Very bloody, very messy. NightOwl left behind a daughter, aged 17, who now had no parents.
The two heroines spent a fairly uneventful day watching over the opals and rubies. Raven wasn't suprised, really. Someone would have to be really arrogant to think they could get past all the security people as well as both heroines. This was gonna be another easy job she figured. As the exhibit closed for the evening the man in charge of it thanked them for their help and asked if they would mind hanging around until everything was packed up.
"Of course not" said Force and Raven quickly agreed with her partner. She figured Kelso would like that they stayed longer ... it could help the Foundation's PR and there might be another bonus in it for her.
The heroines sat on chairs along one wall of the exhibit hall keeping an eye on things. They both drew the usual stares from the normal security guards but both were, to some extent, used to that so it caused no tension between them and the male rent-a-cops. "Besides, having men stare at your figure was a very nice complement," Raven thought to herself. "Means I'm SOOO hot to look at!"
The gems were quickly packed up, the exhibit's people being used to the set up and break down the many displays. The two heroines and the security guards soon became more relaxed; everything was going well.
Perhaps too well.....
Suddenly, the lights went out, casting the hall into darkness.
"What the fuck?" asked one of the workers.
"Don't worry" Force replied rising to her feet, "we'll see what's wrong. Everyone please stay where you are! Guards should draw their weapons and the workers should lie on the floor, please. We will see about restoring the lights."
Raven grunted an agreement to the other heroine and the two women moved to the stairs to the basement to find the fuse box and electrical controls. The costumed heroines moved quickly and quietly down the stairs, splitting up to move toward the utility room from two directions, *just in case*. Neither had any problems reaching their goal and Raven was pleased to note how well she and Force worked together as a team.
As the women reached the room that held the fuse box, electrical controls and the computer server that allowed the hall to have a cheap internet connection (since they provided it themselves) and make some extra money by acting as a local ISP or selling connectivity to exhibitors, three figures appeared in the gloomy basement. One was at the server apparently accessing it. The second and third figures were further back and one appeared to be close to seven feet tall. All of them were of course shrouded in darkness.
'What's going on here?" called out Raven.
The figure at the computer looked up and said, in a neutral tone. "Good evening, ladies. We mean you no harm ... if you simply allow me to get the information I am after there will be no difficulties. We have no interest in the jewels that you are guarding, nor do we wish any entaglements with your organization."
Raven was amazed by this ... this guy ... for it was a male voice, who was asking them to let him commit a crime. "No way!" she thought, Kelso's rules or not ... she wasn't gonna walk away from a crime. Before she could say anything, Force spoke "I am sorry, senor, but we cannot do that."
The man sighed. "So be it," he said. He turned toward his partners and waved a hand signalling them to *deal with* these women.
The two large figures moved forward, one toward each of the heroines. As they got closer they could be seen better by the two heroines. Force's foe was about 7 feet tall and at least 300 pounds. And it wasn't quite human. It seemed to be a mix of lizard and man. It stood on two legs and had a thick tail trailing behind it. It's arms were held out in front of it ready to fight and it wore only a loincloth.
Raven's foe was female. She stood around 5'10" and was slim and lithe, moving quickly at the heroine. She was dressed entirely in black leather. A facemask was across her eyes, a teddy-like garment was her main item of clothing, with high-heeled thigh boots and a knee-length cape rounding out her costume. A large coiled whip was visible in her left hand and a belt around her waist held various items, seemingly sexually-, and bondage-related. "She looks like a dominatrix from a cheap porn movie," Raven thought raising her arms in a standard martial arts defense pose.
"I advise you to advance no further!" Force said, slipping into a heroine pose - left hand on her hip, right palm (and breasts) thrust forward to stop the man/beast. She was also in position to hit him ... it with a force blast if it didn't stop. Barely a heartbeat after asking the thing to stop, it leaped into the air, revealing thighs and legs like a cat's. The incredible muscles allowed the giant beast to fly across the five feet between its launch point and Force. A surprised Force managed to fire a brief burst of her power at the beast but her aim was off. Mid-flight, the beast's left leg twitched violently, slewing the beast to its right and turning the beast broadside in mid-air. The thing's right hip slammed into Force when it reached her position and the two flew across the floor to slam against the doorway. Force hit the wall beside the doorway and had the wind knocked out of her. She sagged to the floor gasping and holding her side. The bulk of the beast's body was on the ground before her, struggling to rise.
"You should have left when you had the chance, little girl," the Dom said, cracking the ten foot bull whip at Raven. The end of the whip expertly wrapped around Raven's left wrist. Due to her invulnerability and the force field which her body was able to create, neither Raven nor her costume was damaged by the lash's touch. However the Dom immediately pulled the whip backward and to one side and the suddenness of the move caused Raven to lose her balance. As she dropped to one knee the other woman continued pulling on the whip and with a savage yank managed to pull Raven forward to fall onto her breasts and chin before the woman. "I see you will be easy to *train* - you may even become a very good slave!" the leather-clad woman said as she flicked her wrist and the bull whip released Raven's wrist. The heroine looked up at the tall Dom, amazed that she had been *suckered* by the whip.
Before Force could recover from the blow she had received, the thing before her reached up and wrapped a massive paw around one of her breasts and squeezed. Howling from the pain and with tears filling her eyes Force could only ineffectually bat at the paw, trying to get her breast released. The thing held onto the small woman's breast and literally used it to pull itself up from the floor, causing Force to scream in agony.
Sitting on its left haunch like a cat or dog, the beast's other paw reached around Force's waist, enfolding over half her waist! The lizard-man then rolled to its right side while holding onto Force. The heroine felt herself flying through the air over the beast's body to slam roughly onto the floor of the utility room, smashing her shoulder and head into the concrete. Crying in pain and now barely conscious, Force was still able to fire a weak psi-blast at the beast's face. Snarling from the pain the thing released the woman and clutched its hands at its face and rocked backwards, landing on its back with its feet in the air.
The Dominatrix stepped forward and placed one stiletto-heeled boot on Raven's back, pinning her to the cold concrete floor. As Raven began to struggle to get out from under the woman's boot, the Dom pulled a sap from her belt and smashed Raven's head with the lead-filled leather bag. Although the force of the blow drove Raven's cheek into the floor and caused her to grunt, she still wasn't really hurt by this woman, just ... inconvenienced. Making her own snarl Raven did a push-up from the floor and the tall Dom lost her footing and fell backward onto her butt.
All four combatants began to get back to their feet. Force staggered to her feet as the lizard man nimbly leaped to his own scaled feet. Raven rolled forward away from the Dom and into a crouch as the other woman rolled backwards, landed on her bottom and came to her feet.
Force swayed slightly on her feet, still woozy as the lizard moved, slightly more cautious this time, toward her pink-clad form.
Raven moved smoothly out of the crouch to her feet, spinning to face her leather-clad foe, who once more held the bullwhip ready. Raven saw her opponent snap her arm back, the whip rising into the air, curling up like an evil snake. Raven began to dart in when the whip flicked forward. When Raven began to duck under it she realized that it wasn't aimed at her. The lash flew through the air and wrapped around Force's left calf. With a sharp tug the Dom pulled the leg out from under the pink clad heroine who fell forward onto her hands and knees.
Raven's fist hit the Dom's stomach about then and staggered the taller woman backward a step, causing her to drop her whip and double over in pain. At the same time, the lizard-man reached Force and crouched over the woman as she tried to rise. Grabbing her arms the beast flipped her over onto her back and pulled her arms over her head.
Raven couldn't afford to help Force; her foe seemed to be a bit tougher than just a simple dominatrix. Raven continued her attack, spinning into a kick that drove her heel into the Dom's stomach, again shoving the other woman backwards. Raven was amazed that this woman had taken two powerful shots and was still on her feet!
Lizardman pinned both of Force's hands down with one his own huge ones and with the other clawed hand ran a finger down the front of her costume. The razor sharp talon cut through her costume, baring her from her throat to her crotch. Even as the woman squirmed and struggled to free her hands or get away, the man-beast peeled back her costume revealing her soft light-brown flesh and black bush.
'Madre de Dios!' thought Force as she squirmed helplessly. "Must ... concen-trate ... hit back." Her eyes suddenly went wide as the creature tore off his loincloth revealing a huge erection to her. Before the Latina could do anything the creature got between her legs, using its own powerful leg muscles to spread her legs. The heroine began screaming when she realized its intentions but the beast still leaned forward, driving a long scaly penis deeply inside her dry cunt with one massive thrust. "AIIIEEEE!" she sceamed as it was buried inside her body. She could feel his scaly dong scraping the walls of her vagina!
Raven turned abruptly when she heard her partner scream and gasped when she saw the creature lift up and partially withdraw from, then drive powerfully back into Force. The Latina slid forward on the floor, her head flopping back and forth sideways as she screamed her pain. Suddenly Raven's feet were cut out from under her, and she fell onto her hands and knees, the Dom advancing toward Raven and re-coiling the bullwhip.
The Dom planted a stiletto-heeled boot onto Raven's butt and pushed, driving the heroine forward to plop onto her face and breasts. "Ungh!" she grunted as the wind was knocked from her lungs. Pressing her advantage the Dom continued in one fluid motion to drop down and plant one knee in Raven's back, pinning the girl to the floor. Again the lead-filled sap cracked against Raven's head, slamming it against the cold floor. Dropping the whip, the Dom snapped a pair of metal handcuffs off her belt and expertly grabbed Raven's hands, wrenched them backward to the small of her back, and cuffed the heroine before the heroine could react.
As the man-beast continued plunging its scaly dick into the helpless pink-clad heroine, his tool abraded her vagina, scraping the lips and walls and causing her to bleed internally. Force's screams had become one long moaning wail and her eyes were half-closed from the tremendous pain she felt. Even with the pain, her body was becoming aroused from the stroking inside her vagina and an uncontrollable orgasm wracked her body, causing her to shudder. Suddenly, the man-beast exploded its own cum into the bloody sheath around its sword and the beast sagged forward onto Force's body, gasping from its exertions.
"N-n-NOO!!" Raven screamed when she heard the *clicks* of the handcuffs. Even as she struggled to free her arms, she felt herself being yanked upward onto her knees by her hair. Stepping in front of the heroine the dominatrix bent her victim's head backward and leaned forward.
"You two were TOLD to back off, little girl!" the Dom hissed venomously. "But NOOO! You and your ineffectual little friend just HAD to be the big heroes. Now it's time to teach you a lesson."
"Hurry up ... we have to get out of here soon," called the male voice from the server.
"Won't take long," the Dom replied. The Lizard rose off of Force, who was stunned and nearly unconcious. Taking a few steps, it reached Raven and kicked her hard in the face, snapping her head back and sending her hair flailing. The blow didn't really hurt Raven, but it did stun her. She blinked several times trying to regain her vision.
The Dom undid one handcuff and then flipped Raven onto her back and in one swift motion unbuckled her red belt, removed it and pulled down her shorts. At the same time the Lizard leaned down on one knee and smashed one of its huge hands into Raven's face, driving her head backward to the floor with such force that the concrete cracked! The man-thing tried to drag a talon across the front of Raven's costume to open it as he had done to Force's, but was amazed (probably) to see his claw had no affect on her costume! Shrugging, the beast put one huge hand around Raven's neck and jerked the heroine to her feet, his other hand tugging her arms over her head. The Dom tossed the loose handcuff end over a thick utility pipe and clicked it shut around the heroine's wrist once more, leaving the dazed damsel dangling a foot off the floor. While the man-lizard walked over and picked up Force, the Dom began stripping Raven, first tugging by her boots off and tossing them into a corner. Next, she reached between the helpless heroine's thighs and unfastened the velcro strip which closed the bottom of her shirt. She pulled the top upward, bunching it around Raven's neck and above her taut breasts. Finally, she pulled Raven's tights down and off her legs, tossing them onto the clothing pile in a corner.
Pausing to examine her captive, the leather clad woman pulled a ball gag from a pouch on her belt, and rammed it into the heroine's mouth, quickly securing it (and some of Raven's hair) in a knot behind the girl's head.
Raven was beginning to recover, shaking her head to clear it from the powerful blow inflicted by the lizard-man. As her eyes focused, she realized that she was bound and gagged, hanging in suspension. She started to wriggle and grunted at her captor when the black-clad woman took a half-step forward and smashed a fist into the heroine's belly. As Raven swayed, grunting from the effect of the blow, the Dom grabbed her sap and began to smash the heroine, in the face, in her pudenda, across her knees, and on the side of her head. Nothing seemed to do any more than make this woman grunt! The Dom stepped back to consider how she might humble this haughty heroine.
Smiling wickedly, the Dom slid a long leather dildo from her belt and advanced on Force, who was lying on the floor in a fetal position, on her side, moaning and holding her cunt. The Dom shoved the heroine onto her back and with the help of the lizard-man spread her legs. Peering straight into the girl's tear-filled eyes the Dom slid the six inch long tool into Force's bloody pussy to lubricate it. The Latina moaned loudly as the device whipsawed in and out of her cunt. Returning to the dangling damsel, the Dom grinned as she jammed the wet and bloody device into Raven's vagina.
"UUhhhhhhnnnnn" moaned Raven, bucking her hips and pulling her legs together in a vain attempt to force the leather-clad woman to remove the dildo. The Dom grabbed one of Raven's nipples and both squeezed and turned it brutally, causing the heroine to gasp from the sensations. Then as Raven panted, trying to recover from the sting, the Dom pulled the heroine's legs together and tied them tightly with a studded leather strip, something like a dog collar. A second strap went around her ankles and a third around her knees, binding her legs tightly together and making the dildo feel larger inside her.
As the man and the still-naked lizard man left the small work room, the creature stooped low and in one fluid motion scooped up Force and tossed her over its shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Pausing a moment as she turned to follow the others, the Dom decided to do one last thing to this *heroine*. Reaching into a belt pouch, the Dom retrieved a small anal vibrator which she clicked on and shoved roughly into Raven's ass hole.
"nnNNNNHHH!!" Raven cried through the gag, bucking her hips upward at the sensation, then twisting to try and escape. Moaning and flipping her legs to the left and right to ease the feelings in her lower body, the movements only caused her to squirm and rub against the large dildo in her vagina. She gasped through her nose and sagged downward from the twin shocks front and rear.
The Dom grabbed each of Raven's nipples again and slowly backed away, pulling the girl's body by her love knobs, causing her to moan from the sensation. "Ta ta!" the Dom said, releasing Raven and turning to follow the others out the door. Sobbing now, Raven swung back and forth, dangling from the pipe, tears in her eyes as she saw her comatose comrade being carted away by these villains.
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About a half an hour later beams glowed in the darkness. Two rent-a-cops entered the area looking for the missing heroines. One light beam then the other fell on the nearly-nude and bound heroine and the guards froze. They quickly swept the room with their lights looking for ... whatever had taken down a *super heroine*.
"What the Hell happened here!" one said as both watched Raven squirm, humiliated at her predicament and nakedness. The guards could hear the woman moaning and as they were watching her, they saw her body shudder and her head sag, eyes closing. "Shit, dude!" one said, "this 'n is havin' a good ol' time all by herself!"
The two men had identical thoughts ... part of them wanted to release her, the other part of them wanted to fuck the daylights out of her. They looked at each other then back at Raven, trying to decide what to do.
"Yah know," the second man said, "I don't think she can see our faces behind these powerful light beams. If we didn't say our names and was to turn her mask so's it covered her eyes, we could ..."
"Way ahead of yah, bro!" the other said, advancing on the helpless woman. He dragged the light's beam across her eyes, night-blinding her for a second, then lowered his light and quickly twisted her eye-mask around so that the black silk band completely covered her eyes. Raven moaned again as an orgasm rattled her body, fueled by her situation and the two devices inside her. Stashing his flashlight on his belt the guard began to squeeze Raven's large, available breasts eliciting more moans from the woman. "Hey ... uh, *Acey*! See kin you find her panties! I want me some super heroine panties as a souvenir!"
"Okay, ah, *Deucy*! Jest be sure you leave some of that prime pussy for me ... you ain't got no diseases or nothing, has yah?"
"Yeah, but they ain't no boils this week, so yah don't have to worry none!"
As *Acey* continued massaging Raven's breasts he paused to lick her belly, then her thigh, moving slowly in a circle around and toward her cunt. As his tongue ran across her taut abdomen just above her bush, then again across the gap between her thighs, he was rewarded with large moans and shudders from the beautiful woman before him. Suddenly he noticed that there was a noise coming from her. Looking closer, he pulled out his flashlight, Acey discovered the butt plug. "Hey, Deucy! Bitch's got a butt plug in her! What the FUCK was them wimmen doin' down here!"
Deucy stepped back near his partner. "Don't see the other'n. Musta bin that short pink Spic broad. What about this'n? She white or another damn Greaser? And they AIN'T no panties. Looks like the slit don't wear 'em. No bra, neither."
"She looks white, Deucy, but she's got shiny thick black hair like a Mex or mebbe an injun. What about it, bitch? You Mex or redskin? Haw haw! Affirmative Action has come to super-land! What's next, a nigger Batman? No, *BLACKBATBOY* ...!! Haw haw HAW!!"
Raven was beside herself in anger and humiliation. Bad enough what the Dom had done to her but to have these redneck peckerwoods perpetuate her shame, delay her release ... Damnit! those goons had taken Force. Every second they got farther and farther away! What if Force, like NightOwl last week, got killed on the job? How would that look for Raven? ("AAHHHHH!!" she moaned as a powerful orgasm wracked her and sapped her energy, helped by the man massaging her breasts and licking her lower body).
"Hey, Bubba, I cain't fuck her if'n she's hangin' up there like a side of beef! Go find something to cut her cuffs. Let's drop her to the ground sos we can do her right 'fore anyone else comes down here!" Acey began to remove the dog collars that wrapped around Raven's legs as his partner headed off to a tool closet along one wall. As Deucy returned he saw Acey pull a long, very wet leather dildo out of Raven's cunt, causing the girl to moan loudly and again try to twist herself into a fetal position. Another powerful orgasm wracked her body.
As Deucy lifted the bolt cutters up to cut the links holding Raven's cuffs together, Acey grabbed his arm. "Hey, wait a minute. What if she's just fakin'? Cut her loose and she might *spring back into action* and whup us!"
Deucy retracted the cutters and thought for a second. "Take a look over there on the floor. They's bits of her costume. When she was in the control room with me one time I saw a belt 'round her waist and I swear the cunt had a taser or something on it. See kin you find it!"
As Raven dangled from the pipe, recovering from the massive energy drain she had suffered from the sexual manipulation and abuse she had received, Acey rushed across the room and began checking her clothes. Shouting "YAHOOO!!" he returned to the woman's side waving *her* taser.
"Bitch won't have much fight in her when she gets this'n!" he said, then put the device to one of her nipples and pressed the trigger. Raven wailed and bucked wildly, her now-free legs thrashing as a massive electrical burst coursed through her nipple and shook her body. Waiting till her gyrations slowed, Acey zapped her other nipple for good measure. When the sobbing woman stopped bouncing and jerking, Deucy reached up with his bolt cutters and cleanly snapped the chain, letting the girl drop hard onto the concrete floor. As the sobbing, gasping woman sprawled in a heap before the two guards, as one man they unzipped and dropped trou'.
Raven lay stunned. The taser had recharged her Trimblers to a large extent but her sexual toment had left her dazed and confused. She was trying to clear her head when her hips were lifted and *wham* a cock was shoved into her.
"Ahhhmmmhh" she cried out, her gasp of suprise being muffled by the other cock. Its owner had pulled her head up, removed the ball gag and plunged his tool between her lips.
The heroine was still too shocked to do anything. The men took her hard, their cocks slamming into then out of her, one sliding through her slick love tunnel, the other between her pretty lips. She was trapped between them, being taken by the two men. They didn't last long, though. One exploded deep in her pussy, the other in her mouth, at about the same time. She swallowed most of warm liquid in her mouth, by reflex. She lay there, as they pulled out, cum oozing from her mouth and pussy.
"Damn, she's tight" one said.
"Yeah, and her mouth is sweet, too. Too bad the others can't have a piece."
"Why cain't they?"
"Well ... we'd have to get 'em ... and she'd leave, right?"
"Nah, not if we takes her clothes."
The men grinned and as Raven lay on the floor in a fetal position, still recovering from the sexual assault, the two pigs pulled off her top and gloves, leaving just the mask around her eyes. Before they left, the men gathered the rest of her costume, already removed by the Dom. Then the men slid up the stairs to get the rest of the men and have a party with this super-slut.
Raven moaned for a few minutes after they left and finally, raggedly, staggered to her feet, tottering briefly. It was hard for her to even move, much less fight. She had heard what they had said and decided to get out of here before the entire guard force returned to use her body. She picked up the only item of her costume still on the floor, her taser, thinking she might need a weapon. In the dim light of the utility room Raven paused and looked at herself. Naked, cum on her cheeks, thighs and bush, cuffs with dangling chains on her wrists, a mask and a huge taser. Not a very intimidating figure as a super heroine.
"Oh well", she thought, "make the best of it". Raven didn't believe she could beat the 6 or so men who would soon be here and she didn't was to delay her efforts to find and rescue Force, so discretion seemed to be the better part of valor. The battered woman headed to a rear stairwell and in a few moments slid into the darkness outside. She could get her jump suit from the bike, put it on, and get out of Dodge!
She made her way to where her bike was and froze. Her bike was gone!!
Sighing, sobbing, Raven dropped to her knees and leaned against a light post. She realized that she couldn't go after Force, DARED not call the police (not after the way she was humiliated by thieves, then by the guards). And now, she had to get home ... on foot ... naked! "I've had to do that before, and it never works out. No WAY am I going to hoof naked several miles through the city!" She tried to think of another way but only one alternative made sense. She had to go back inside.
She suppressed a shiver of fear ... then set off for the Exchange. Moments later she was back downstairs and reached the utility room. Stopping before she reached the doorway Raven heard male voices shouting and whooping on the stairs. Hiding in shadows she watched as seven men went into the utility room. One was carrying her costume, the others were laughing and joking. Raven rose and creaped toward the door, rage building inside her. "DAMN!" she fumed. "I don't have time for this ... FORCE doesn't have time for this! COCKSUCKERS!"
Reaching the door, she heard the men inside roaring in anger ... "Where the bitch?" "Wha ..." "Hey, ain't no ..."
Raven had taken two powerful blasts of electricity from the taser and had had a few minutes for her body to adjust to the surging energy; she was now very powerful, probably as good as she would get. Clenching one fist the woman charged into the room, taser in one hand, the balled fist formed by the other hand. As she rushed inside she saw the backs of two men before her. As her right fist slammed into one man's neck she tasered the second who dropped to his knees, twitching. The first guy FLEW forward and crashed into two others who dropped to the floor from his impact. Once again, her Trimbler-charged muscles gave her the strength of ten men.
As the men started to turn toward the commotion, Raven took a few more steps into the room and leaped upward, high-kicking one guy in the face. As she landed she dropped to one knee and tasered one of the men who'd been knocked down earlier. He screamed and collapsed to the floor, but the taser was now fully discharged. As she rose to her feet, she was rushed by the two men still standing, including one who dropped her costume and things on the floor. Raven immediately dived to the floor and twisted her body, then rolled. Like a log she hit the men's legs and both fell forward onto their faces. Using the taser as a club she smashed one, then the other with it. The handle of the taser cracked from the force of her blow on the second guy - he had been holding her costume and was probably one of the shits who had raped her.
Standing, panting lightly, she surveyed the seven guards, kicking the heads of two who seemed to be reviving from her startling attack. She quickly pulled cuffs from each man's belt and in a few moments, each man was cuffed to two others. Just to make it interesting, she would cuff one man's ankle to another's hand and the first guy's other ankle to a third man's wrist (and so the men faced different directions when standing). "Gonna take all seven, working together, for these jerks to walk!" she gloated, admiring her handiwork. Scooping up her costume, she left the room. "Play nice now, boys!"
Raven put her costume back on and returned upstairs. The people working the exhibit were still in the main hall trying to store the gems into travel cases by candle- and flash-light. Raven went to the crew boss and explained that there had been a problem downstairs, they were to stay upstairs until the police arrived. Then she went to the security control room and called her friend Susan Books, a Dallas Police Department officer. Fortunately, the dispatcher was able to patch Raven through to Books' phone, and in a few minutes, the lady cop was rushing to the Exchange to help her friend.
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Thirty minutes later, the Exchange was crawling with police. While the security guards were led away by several cops, Raven talked with Books and her boss, Commander Scott.
"Sound's like Dallas' chapter of Intergang, Raven," Commander Scott said. Intergang was a large criminal organization with local *chapters* in many large cities. "The lizard-thing is a mutant named Snapper; you're lucky he didn't bite you! That's how he got his name. He works as muscle for Intergang. The Dom is Mistress Ursula. She apparently enjoyed punishing people so much she went beyond her bondage palace and exclusive clientele and joined Intergang - Dallas as an enforcer. Some of my lads would like to spend some time with her - with her tied down, that is."
"What about the other guy?"
"Nothing, given what you've told us. With what we know about the local Intergang ... we just can't identify who that person might be, or what he wanted from the computer. Sorry!"
"Any ideas where I might find Force?" Raven asked, hoping (DESPERATELY) that they might help.
"What about Ursula's old bondage palace?" Books asked.
"Either that or the sewers along the Trinity River," Scott offered. "You said your bike is missing? Susan, why don't you take Raven and check out the bondage palace - here's the address." Scott scribbled something on a strip of paper. "AND CALL FOR BACKUP if you find anything! Clear?"
"Understood, Commander!" Books snapped back, smiling. "Come on, let's go hunting!" she said, turning to Raven. The two women left the Exchange and got into Books' black-and-white and headed east toward the Dallas-Mesquite border.
They soon arrived at and looked at the place from the street. The Bondage Palace was an old Victorian mansion, fairly isolated from other houses in the area, set back from the side street and hidden behind a high hedge. The two women parked the cruiser a block away and walked back to the Palace, sticking to the shadows (a cop and a super heroine being a bit conspicuous for this neighborhood this late). The pair easily cleared the top of the hedge and walked along it toward one side of the building. They neared it and cut across a stretch of grass, slowly approaching the building. Pausing, their backs against the side of the old mansion, the two looked briefly at each other and then started to walk carefully around it, looking for guards or anything ... unusual.
They found Raven's bike in the back, not even hidden from view, which brought smiles to them both. Then Raven's face cleared and she said, "Force must be here . . . and they're probably expecting me ... they've probably linked me to that bike. This is a clear message that they are here. They WANT me to come inside."
"I agree." Books replied, and without another word, the two women moved to the back door of the house, taking care when they climbed the rickety wooden stairs, trying to not cause the wood to squeek. "Quietly, Raven!"
"Shouldn't we call for backup?" Raven whispered.
"Not yet. After all we don't know if there's actually anyone here. The Commander gets pissed if we yell *wolf* for no reason. 'Doesn't show officer initiative' he says."
"Oh ... okay, alright."
They had reached the back door and Raven watched as Books quickly picked the lock. "She could be a crook if this cop thing doesn't work out," Raven thought as she watched her friend quickly expertly open the door. The women eased the door open and slipped inside, into a darkened kitchen, and began to look about.
Within of 15 or 20 minutes, they had searched the main floor of the house. It consisted of the kitchen, with an attached pantry; a dining room; a sitting room, a foyer, a wide staircase running to the second and third floors, and a small hallway that connected the foyer to the kitchen. A door just outside the kitchen revealed stairs that descended to an inky blackness.
After a quick conference, the women agreed to take about 30 minutes to check separate parts of the house and meet back in the foyer. Books decided to go upstairs and Raven entered the dark steps leading downward.
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Raven moved slowly down the stairs into the darkness, one hand feeling her way along the wall beside the steps. She found herself in a small room that looked like a storage room, but Raven quickly noticed that the room smelled ... *clean*, antiseptic. It didn't smell mouldy like most basement rooms. She found nothing in the room except another door. Raven slowly opened the door and peered inside. Seeing no one, the heroine entered a hallway.
The floor of this hallway sloped downward, lightly at first, than at a sharper rate. Raven walked down the hallway, her back against one side, her hands in front of her in defense. After many minutes, this hallway also ended at a door. Raven noted this door was fairly thick, a solid wood piece made many years ago, obviously. She calculated that she was now at least fifty feet under the old house. She cautiously opened the door and passed through it.
The room beyond was about 40 feet sqaure, and empty except for two things: About halfway across the room was a strange looking object. It was made of metal and looked like a letter L lying on its side. Raven dismissed it because the other thing she saw was ... Force!
Force was at the far end of the room. She was naked, and suspended in some sort of leather and metal harness. A featureless helmet covered her head, and various metallic tentacles held her in the air, spread-eagled. Raven could see that Force's hands were surrounded by large metal -- mittens? Cables led from the mittens to a box on the floor beside her. The mittens, in turn, were connected to chains suspended from the ceiling. Her arms were spread completely out from her sides, in what gymnasts call the "Iron Cross", one of the most brutal positions on *static rings*. Force's legs were also spread, at about a 45 degree angle. Metal cuffs on her ankles connected to short chains which were bound to eyelets on the floor. Finally, the woman's torso was tightly-bound with some kind of leather bustier or corset. Even from here, Raven could see that the corset was so tight that it would be hard for even the slim Force to draw a breath. The most Hellish thing in Raven's view was a mechanical arm that reached out of the box below Force and snaked around her leg and up toward her pussy. The end of the arm was pistoning a dildo in and out of her helpless pussy. Raven immediately moved to help her friend.
As Raven crossed the large open area of the room, a door behind her along one wall silently opened and Mistress Ursula the Dominatrix slid out, still in her black leather outfit, the bull whip coiled in her right hand.
Raven was just past the strange L-shaped object when she heard a voice from behind and to one side. "You shouldn't have come here, little slave" hissed the Dom as Raven spun, chilling at the sound of the voice and its message..
"You're going to regret this," Raven replied. "You should know that a super heroine doesn't stop until she has put the crook behind bars. Now," she said, adopting a classic power stance, hands on her hips, breasts thrust forward, "why don't you just help me free my partner, then we can go round up the others in your gang."
"I don't think so." said the leather clad woman. He gloved left hand slid down to her belt and one slender finger hit a button on a control box on her waist. Raven saw the woman's hand move, but nothing happened, so Raven continued to try to intimidate the Dom into surrendering.
As Raven talked, the helmet on Force's head came to life. It was linked to an Artificial Intelligence computer in the box beside her. Sensors on the dildo inside her monitored the woman's physiology, modulating the movement of the cyber-dildo to achieve desired effects from the subject. The device sped up and small projections grew on the body of the device, rubbing inside Force's vagina. Quickly, EXPERTLY, the machine *played* her body like a concert grand piano, building and building within her a powerful orgasm. When, seconds later, the machine drove her to a powerful orgasmic release, the A/I and the helmet caused Force's head to snap backward. An opening appeared on the front of the helmet and one of Force's psi-blasts roared through the gap. Mere seconds after the Dom had hit the switch, the A/I Orgasmoid drove Force to a massive orgasm, and caused the nearly-unconscious woman to project a powerful force blast from her eyes.
The unseen blast lanced across the room and struck Raven in the back, staggering her and driving her forward several steps.
"NNnnnghh!!" she gasped, one hand reaching behind to the area between her shoulder blades, "wh-what hit ..."
As she was tossed forward, her stomach hit the elbow of the L and she fell over onto it, her torso falling along the long top and the momentum threw her arms forward to dangle over the sides. Raven was momentarily stunned by the powerful blast.
"Ummmnnhhh! Need ... time ... to clear my head!" she gasped, starting to rise off the L.
A moment was all the villainess needed.
With a push of another button on the box on her belt, four wide,
thick metal strips clicked out of the sides of the L, flew across Raven's
back and locked on opposite sides of the bench.
They retracted powerfully, dragging the heroine back down onto the
top of the L and crushing the air out of her lungs. There was now a two-inch
wide band across the back of Raven's neck, a second across her back below
her shoulder blades, and a third across her buttocks. A fourth band had
come out of the short, vertical part of the L, the *leg* of the device,
and had wrapped around her thighs. She couldn't move.
"WHUUFFF!!! Let ... nnngghh ... let me go!" Raven screamed, as the Dom casually approached the pinned heroine. Reaching her side, Mistress Ursula grabbed one of Raven's flailing arms and cruelly twisted it backward at an impossible angle, trying to break her arm or pop it out of its shoulder joint. Raven's powerful constitution and muscles denied success to the Dom and for several moments, both struggled for control. Finally, the Dom released Raven's arm and stepped away, avoiding a slash from the heroine's hand aimed at a leather-covered crotch.
"My, my, little slave, you're a feisty one, aren't you?" the Dom purred sweetly. Reaching behind her, she pulled a small bottle from one pouch and walked around to the front of the bondage table and faced Raven. The heroine tried to react, tried to reach her tormenter, but Mistress Ursula merely looked at Raven, pinned like a butterfly in a collector's box, unable to bring her arms forward. Mistress Ursula squatted slightly and darted one hand forward quickly, ripping the mask away from Raven's mouth. Her other hand then shot forward and pressed the pump on the bottle, squirting a stream of liquid at Raven's face.
"Wh-wh-WHAT!" Raven gasped, inhaling fumes, "what ... what IS this!" She started gagging and coughing as the liquid, covering her face, some in her eyes, some her mouth or nose, assaulted her body. Suddenly her eyes closed and her head dropped onto the metal table with a loud thud. The heroine was unconscious.
"Chloroform, my dear, a very powerful chloroform." Mistress Ursula turned toward Force and clicked a button that turned down the A/I Orgasmoid, just before the suffering Latina was about to have another *explosive* (in more ways than one) orgasm. As Force sagged in her bonds, spent, drained, slipping back into unconsciousness, the Dom stashed the bottle back in her belt and quickly moved around Raven. First, she pulled off Raven's red belt and tossed it across the floor, along with her taser and throwing stars.
She then proceeded to move around the unconscious Raven, making some final adjustments. First, she released the band across Raven's back and pulled the girl's arms forward, toward the end of the L. She removed Raven's gloves and put her hands into another pair of the large metal mittens. These encased her hands and put sensors against her finger tips and wrist, to monitor her body's functions. The also prevented all but the most powerful people from doing ANYthing with their hands. The band across Raven's back snapped across her body and locked into place again. Next, the Dom moved to the back of the L and released the band which pinned her thighs to the table's wide leg. The Mistress pulled down Raven's shorts, opened the crotch of her top, and pulled down Raven's tights until both were above the tops of her boots, leaving her pussy and especially her ass open and exposed. The Mistress leaned down and kissed the heroine's exposed ass cheek, then ran a finger along her butt crack, causing the reviving woman to shudder.
Mistress Ursula reached under the table and pulled out a palm-top computer, connected through its PCMCIA port via cable to a SCSI-connection in the large thick base of the L. Stepping back to the *front* of the L, the Dom smiled at Raven as she slowly regained consciousness. Tapping the keys on the palm-top, Mistress Ursula said, "Awake? Excellent! Your *training* will proceed much more quickly if you're awake, little slave."
Finishing her programming, the Dom stepped back and looked at Raven.
The heroine heard the sound of mechanical devices behind her. Struggling, she saw that her arms, her entire body, in fact, was immobilized. Twisting her head, she was able to glance over her shoulder. Raven gasped when she saw a series of mechanical *arms* coming out of the machine on which she was pinned. Each of the 5 or 6 arms had a buzzing vibrator attached, ranging from 7 inches in length, to a huge 12 inch *Bitch Tamer*.
"Nn-noooOOOOOO!!" Raven moaned, "not again!!" She struggled more violently, managing to actually rock the massive table. If those things got her too aroused, she would burn off the Trimblers in her blood and lose her powers, her invulnerability! "NNNOOOOO!!!" she screamed.
*WHIRRR*CLICK*WHIIIRRRRR*CLICK*WHIRRRR*CLICK* went the smallest waldo or mechanical arm, its end a small rounded plug covered in lubricant, as it approched her pussy. "My little Slave-Maker (pat. pend.) should have fun with you. These cuffs monitor your bio responses. The A/I in the computer in the base of the table will assess your responses to various stimuli and will bring you to orgasm with each vibrator, then cycle another vibrator to *on-line*. As the machine works with the parameters of normal people, it *learns* what affects your body and modifies the behavior of the next dildo. Soon it will know how to quickly drive you to orgasm. After, oh, I should say maybe a few DOZEN climaxes, your defenses will be so weak that I will be able to program you into the perfect villainess/sex slave."
"You BITCH!" Raven screamed as the small round vibrator entered her. *MMMMMMM* the device hummed as it pushed past her labia minora and into the vaginal tract. *WHIIRRR* and the end of the dildo slowly began to spin inside her. As the device turned inside the woman, a chemical stimulant/lubricant excreted from the end of the vibrator, flooding her cunt. The chemicals quickly passed through the porous membrane of her vagina and entered her bloodstream. Within seconds, Raven involuntarily gasped loudly as a RUSH hit her brain, the first surge of an orgasm being built by the small device inside her.
"nn ... mmgghh ... nnNOOOO!!! P-P-PUH-PLEASEEEE ... ST-STOOOPPP!!!" she cried, her head snapping backward then forward as her mind was assaulted by the waves of pleasure.
"Now to find and deal with your police friend. Thank you for bringing me ANOTHER slave! I'll have to *reward* you later, little girl. Maybe I'll let you lick my boots. Ta ta for now," smiled the Dom, as she grabbed Raven's own taser baton, planning on subduing Books with it. She coiled her whip in one hand and slipped the loop at the end of the taser around her left wrist, ready for immediate use.
As Mistress Ursula opened the door and left the room, she smiled when Raven screamed like a Banshee as the Bitch Tamer swung into action.
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"Not a damn thing! Christ! I better get back downstairs!" Books said, seeing the time on her watch. "Shit, why hurry! Raven doesn't have a watch!" Books laughed and slowed as she walked down the stairs. She heard a muffled noise below her, but couldn't identify it. As she reached the landing for the second floor, she heard a second, louder noise, definitely a scream and definitely female. Coming from downstairs! "Jeez," Books thought to herself, drawing her service revolver, "I sure hope that isn't Raven!"
Just as Susan Books reached the foyer, she heard a noise - a slight squeek - the basement door opening! Crouching beside the staircase, she raised her revolver.
*CLICK*CLICK*CLICK*
Susan instantly realized those were boot heels clicking on the parquet floor of the hallway. And Raven's boots didn't click! Books started to rise, extending her arm and pistol over the stairway bannister toward the sound of boots.
"POLICE - FREEZE!" she said in her most authoritative cop voice.
*WHOOOSSHH*CRAAACCKK* the PAIN as the end of a bull whip wrapped around Books' wrist. The pistol fell from her hand and clattered on the floor and Books winced and cried from the pain on her wrist. Suddenly she was yanked forward and toppled over the bannister, landing on the hallway floor on her back ("WUGH!"), her feet facing the basement stairway door.
A tall figure moved out of the shadows. THE DOM! "Hello, my pretty pretty," Mistress Ursula said, smiling at the officer. A flick and the whip slipped off Books' wrist and the Dom quickly re-coiled it.
"We're having a little party downstairs. All the really good toys are being used, my pretty, but I'm sure we can find a *party favor* for you. Do you need help getting to your feet?"
"Fuck you!" was all Books could think to say as she scrambled to her feet. Before she rose fully, the Dom's left boot lashed out and the tip connected against Books' breastbone. The powerful blow lifted the officer off her feet and threw her backward a yard or so to crash into a wall and drop to the floor, gasping and panting. "The pain!" she cried, pressing one hand against her chest.
"Now, now, be nice to your Mistress!" the Dom hissed at the cop, advancing slowly, haughtily. One hand reached behind her back for the chloroform bottle. The taser dangled from the same wrist, unused. "No need to work up a sweat over this li'l piggy," she thought as she fiddled with the pouch lid. "Save the taser for fun later."
When Books hit the wall and slid to the floor, her nightstick fell out of its sheath and clattered to the floor under her butt. As she gasped from the pain in her chest, her left hand felt the baton sticking from under her butt. As the Dom got nearer and started to bring her left hand around from behind her back, Books whipped the baton out from under her butt and expertly tossed it at the Dom's face. Well, not too expertly as it missed her face and instead hit her hand causing Mistress Ursula to drop the chloroform spritzer AND the whip, to hold one shattered wrist with her good hand.
Surprised at the flukey way she disarmed the Dom, Books again scrambled to her feet, grunting from the pain in her chest. Before Mistress Ursula could respond, Books' head slammed into the taller woman's stomach like a charging defensive lineman and the two flew back toward the basement door.
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The fourth vibrator was actually worse than the first three, Raven thought dully. She'd already had three, maybe four orgasms wrack her body. Then number four swung into action. It was *only* ten inches long, but it was shaped like the illegitimate child of a hob-nailed boot and a cucumber. As the fat vibrating device plunged into Raven's cunt, the little knobs began to cycle in and out of the thing's body, like scores of magic fingers drumming the walls of her vagina.
"nnnh ... nnnHHH ... nnoooo!!" was all the exhausted woman could manage to moan as the device quickly responded to her body, moving in, then out, slowing its *thumping*, then speeding it up. Suddenly, one of the as-yet unused arms shot a blast of icy-cold water into Raven's anus. "nnNNAAAIIIEEEEE!!!" she screamed in shock and immediately had two quick orgasms, one after the other, rip through her body.
Across the room, a badly-weakened Force managed to open her eyes. She had learned earlier that a force blast from her eyes when the helmet was closed only caused it to smash back onto her own face. Dried blood caked her face from the time she tried that trick. Her hands were useless inside those metal mittens. She could see the agony Raven was experiencing, but her mind was too foggy ... ("mmmmNNNNN!!" she moaned as the slowly-moving dildo finally released an orgasm from her tortured body).
Desperate, Force decided to use the only other part of her body that was *aimed* at Raven. Concentrating, shutting out the sensations in her cunt, Force built up a psi-blast, pictured its flow, how tightly it was organized, how it would flow out of her body. Finally she had this blast built in her mind - ones from her eyes or hands were *old hat* and needed no such build-up to work. Bending slightly, the psi-blast roared out of her nipples, aimed like nose cannon on a World War II fighter plane at the table under Raven.
The powerful blast hit the computer base of Raven's table and exploded it like an anti-tank round. Sparks shot from all the electrical parts of the unit, some hitting the metal bands restraining Raven and flowing up and into her body. A thundering explosion shattered the base entirely and it toppled over, carrying Raven and the flailing waldos with it. Two bands cracked open when the heavy table landed on their locks, freeing her neck and shoulder areas. As she sagged downward in the remaining restraints, her body met the cold water flowing from the *anus hoser* -- just as a live wire from the computer dropped into the puddle. A massive electrical surge thundered through the water and ripped into Raven, causing her to yell from the sudden rush. She almost blacked out. The vibrator inside her ground to a halt as all electricity flowed from the power unit through the computer's motherboard, down a dangling cable, through the water, and into Raven.
The electrical energy recharged the heroine, and, after a few minutes, she pulled her hands backward and broke the metal mittens free from their cables. A solid smash against the table cracked the mittens apart, freeing Raven's hands. She then pried open the bands around her buttocks and thights and at last stood, back at full strength. Her first concern was for Force so she raced over to the Hispanic heroine. In just minutes Raven was able to pull apart the cables attached to her partner's body and unhook the shackles binding the woman. Raven carefully, tenderly freed Force from the Dom's device and set her down on the floor. "I'll be back soon!" she told Force. Force's eyes were partially opened, but she was too weak to respond to Raven.
"Rest here a bit, while I go take care of that bitch." Raven told the Latina.
Even as she said that she heard a series of thumps from the basement stairs. Raven raced back along the route to the main floor of the house and reached the hallway to find Books and the Dom wrestling. As Mistress Ursula managed to get atop Books' stomach and pin one arm with a knee, Raven (leaning against a wall) asked, "You need any help there, copper?"
"Unnh! Bitch! Hell YES!" Books grunted. Mistress Ursula looked up at the sound of Raven's voice - surprised that her captive had freed herself so quickly. As her chin came up, Raven stepped forward and smashed it with a powerful blow. The Dom's eyes rolled back up into her head and she slid effortlessly off Officer Books. Seconds later, Books had slipped cuffs around the Mistress' wrists and had her chained to the stairway bannister. Pulling her radio from its sheath on her belt, the cop called for the *boys in blue*.
Commander Scott approached Raven for the second time that night. "So, what's the deal here? Did you learn anything about where the others went? What was the robbery at the Exchange about?"
"Well ..." Raven began.
"Ah, no Commander," Books interjected, "after we subdued the perp ("Subdued! She's unconscious!" Scott roared, slapping his knee), we finished checking the place, but saw no one. Apparently Snapper left Force here, then left. The Mistress was just locking up her house when we broke in. We didn't see anything about the robbery."
"Well, at least everyone is all right," Commander Scott opined. He took Books and Raven by their elbows and led both outside. "Whattaya say I spring for coffee?"
"Thanks, Commander but we ... I," she said, pausing as med techs wheeled Force outside on a gurney, "ah, I have to report in to Kelso and the Foundation." As Raven turned toward the back door and her bike, Books sprinted to the woman.
"Wait up!" Books said, chasing her friend. "Are you sure you want
to go back to those dorks?"