The Raven Takes Wing by Duet Kate adopts the name "Raven" and battles rapists on the SMU campus Kate's motorcycle sped along the LBJ freeway, turning off onto the Central Texas Expressway toward the University Park area of Dallas. There had been news reports, the past few days, about a rapist stalking the "Yuppie" zone around the Southern Methodist University campus. Apparently, every few nights, someone was snatching young coeds, tying them up with rope, and raping them viciously. Despite patrols by police and campus cops, no rapes had been interrupted. Now, if ever there was a dude who needed to be stopped by a super heroine, this guy was number one with a bullet! And Kate, reviewing the news stories, realized that a rape occurred every time there was a basketball game on campus! As her little Honda "Rebel" ran down the freeway, bouncing over asphalt heaves and chuck holes, Kate's little black skirt would flop up, baring her thighs and panties. There had been rain this afternoon in the area; bits of water still pooled in low spots on the road. Every time she roared through one, water splashed upward, wetting her thighs and panties, and eliciting a "Oooo!" or "Yipe!" from Kate. Male drivers in passing cars, seeing the foxy young lady on her bike (and probably her panties, as well), smiled or gave a "thumbs up" as they passed her. At least, in this muggy heat, the water felt cool on her skin. Even now, after ten p.m., the temperature was still over 90 degrees! "I'll bet Wonder Woman never had to suffer like this, on patrol!" Kate mused. "I oughta write the Super Heroines' Union. Hmm, I'd need a name, though." As she thought about a name for her new "persona", she reflected upon how much it felt like she was flying, as she roared down the road, bouncing into the air when she hit the larger asphalt strips, her skirt flying upward, hair streaming backward out from under the cop-like half-helmet. "Hmmm," she mused. "I feel like I'm flying. Maybe a bird name . . . Eagle? Hawk? Oohh! Black hair, black outfit. RAVEN!!" The "new" super heroine, "Raven", eased her bike off the expressway onto westbound Lovers Lane, and headed toward the SMU campus. She pulled the bike to a halt on a side street near the campus and parked the bike. As she got off the saddle, she stretched her arms upward, then bent backward as far as she could, to work the kinks out of her back muscles. As she attached her helmet to its lock on the bike, and put the "Kryptonite" lock around the bike chain, she thought back to how cool the water had felt when it splashed her on the freeway. "Hmm," she thought, "I don't really need these boots if I'm just going to walk around - after all, I'm INVULNERABLE! And the occasional pool of water or wet grass will feel good on a hot night like this." Raven slipped off her little ankle boots, and her riding gloves, and stashed them in the helmet. She put the bike key into the runner's wallet she wore on her wrist; it also held her drivers' license and some money. "Time to hunt the bad guys!" she said, and turned toward the campus. Raven moved into the dark night, her clothes helping her blend into the shadows of the campus. She moved slowly, unfamiliar with the SMU campus since this was her first time here. As she moved deeper onto the campus, she thought about what she had heard about the rapist. "He likes to strike when the basketball game is here, but, he can't be too close to the arena, or he would have been caught by now ... so he must work away from there." Her logic perfect, at least to herself, Raven moved into the darkness, away from the more traveled areas of the night, into the less crowded areas of the darkened campus. She slid into the wooded part of the campus, near where some of the attacks had taken place. "Not a cop in sight!" she said to herself, disgusted at the lax security. "Where would I hide ... if I were a rapist?" she thought to herself. "Probably someplace dark .. and scary ... and hidden ... but ... it would have to be near a path, so that the victim would be accessible." Pleased with her logic, she started to cut through the woods, looking for a likely spot. Raven walked through the dark woods, feeling the soft grass under her feet, and she liked that feel. It was still quite warm, but at least the humidity was down. At the same time, though, she noticed that when walking across grassy areas, her feet seemed to tingle; not an itch, and not too uncomfortable, but not something she could ignore or tolerate, either, she thought. After walking around the campus for a while, Raven began to tire. Although she had felt 'pumped' when she started this patrol, on another adrenaline rush like the one she felt when she fought in the bookstore, now she seemed to feel fatigued, drained. This didn't make sense; she was an invulnerable super heroine and just walking around shouldn't make her feel so tired. "Maybe," she thought, "it's just past my bed time." She found a mud-and-grass path that ran through the darkest patch of the woods, and, with a grin, she headed down it. "Must be a shortcut the students use between classes." she thought to herself. "I'll set myself up as bait, and when he tries to get me, I'll take care of him, instead." she thought smugly. "One or two passes, then back to the bike; guess my theory about the basketball games was wrong. Then I'd better head home, rest for tomorrow's patrol." *********************** Eric saw the girl walking down the path...looking like one of the typical rich-bitch coeds, a total slut with a tight top, and a little skirt that swayed in the wind. She would be perfect he decided. She DESERVED to be "put in her place." Raven was moving slowly down the path, apparently lost in thought, when something leaped from the woods to her side, grabbing for her arm. She moved inside the grab, her arm shooting out in a short jab, hitting his arm, deflecting it. She continued turning inside his reach and her other hand came around in a hook, clipping him soundly on the side of his neck, and he dropped, moaning. She grinned, and bent over him, skirt riding high. "Thought I was just a helpless girl didn't you" she said arrogantly. "Well, Mr. Rapist, you'll soon be resting in jail, courtesy of 'THE RAVEN'!" Behind her, a second figure stepped out of the shadows. "Who WAS this slut?" Jessie thought, as he saw her standing over his partner, gloating. "It didn't matter...she was just a cunt" he thought, watching her panty-clad ass as she bent over, sliding his short rope into his hand, and crept behind the girl. "YEEEE-HAAAAHH!" Jessie laughed, dropping the lariat over the girl's shoulders and cruelly cinching the knot against the small of her back. At the same time, he yanked back on the rope, first pulling Raven upright, then toppling her onto her butt as her feet slipped from underneath her on the wet, muddy, grassy track. Jessie dragged the girl backward a foot or so, then expertly twirled the rope around her arms and chest a few more times, cinching it tightly. He next dropped quickly to one knee and slipped a loop around the girl's left hand. His other hand wrenched her other hand behind her back and in seconds had both wrists secured by the rope. "Damn, I'm good!" Jessie exulted. "Got this'un hog-tied in one second, I'll bet!" Raven had been admiring how quickly she'd stopped the campus rapist, and was about to go for the police when she suddenly sensed another person nearby. As she started to straighten, she suddenly felt something swish by her face. In a heartbeat, she suddenly felt her arms pinned to her sides, then felt a lump in the small of her back. Another heartbeat, and she was on her butt, on the track, sliding backward! Before she could even think, she saw more of a rope twirling around her torso, tightening. Suddenly, she felt her hands being yanked, pulled behind her back, and tied with something (more rope?). The next thing she knew, she was roughly dragged into the bushes. She finally saw who the second antagonist was - A COP! Well, a 'rent-a-cop', actually. THAT'S how the 'rapist' got away; she realized. BOTH were 'rent-a-cops'. They just said "Nope, didn't see nuthin'" when asked by the cops about any suspicious characters. And they were only on campus when 'rented' for the night! The second thought that came to her was that she suddenly felt VERY odd! The parts of her skin that touched the rope, or the wet grass, seemed to be almost on fire. While she had started the night "pumped" on adrenaline, or whatever, she seemed to be getting more and more fatigued as the seconds slipped by. What the Hell was happening here? She felt herself dropped down onto the grass in the bushes, still trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Her skirt had ridden high as she was pulled, her legs dragged through the grass. They now had that burning sensation, the same one as in her wrists. A figure moved past her, heading back to the trail...the rent-a-cop...she thought. A few moments later they were both back, and she felt a tremble of fear as eyes rode over her body, her breasts pressed against her top, skirt up around her waist...and now, not only was she feeling weak, parts of her skin were feeling... .warm.... ..on FIRE...what was wrong with her? This wasn't at all like the warm, internal heat she felt when she had fought in the bookstore. The one she had knocked down came over, grabbed her by the hair, and lifted her head, then slapped her hard. She felt the sting of the blow, and fell onto her back in the wet grass. Her eyes were watering, having difficulty focusing. And that slap had HURT! How was this possible? She hardly felt the bullet and the gun in the bookstore, but this man's slap had hurt, damnit! Eric grinned. "I'm going to really enjoy this piece of ass, man" he said to Jessie. "She was real tough, she thought, but now she's just like all the other sluts...she'll squeal just like they did." Jessie laughed. "Let's get her trussed up right, then you can pick her pussy or her mouth, and I'll take the other." Raven couldn't believe how they were talking about her, so crudely, and as if she wasn't even there...if she wasn't tied, she'd kick some ass. But she was tied, and well tied, she could barely move her arms, and why was she her skin so warm??? What was happening to her "invulnerability"??? Eric walked over to grab her feet, and spread them, so they could tie her good and then have some fun. He bent over to grab her ankle, and she kicked, as hard as she was able. Her foot snapped into his jaw, and he bit his tongue, staggering back, and tripping over a branch. His arms windmilled, and he fell back, his head hitting the ground hard, knocking him out. Kate (she didn't feel like a "Raven") grinned as she saw him fall...one down, one to go...but Jessie had moved quicker, grabbing her ankles, then sitting on her legs, pinning them to the ground. Now Kate was scared, as she had no leverage, and could feel the rapist's throbbing cock through his pants. Her heart raced, her breathing became faster, and she tried to figure out what to do next. Jessie looked over the luscious trapped figure. He wouldn't have to share her now. Then, as he looked at her more closely his eyes widened. This chick was the one who messed up Gash's boys! He could tell from her looks, and how she had moved when she took down Eric the first time....how much would Gash give her for him, all trussed up.... Then again, she looked like a good lay....take her...or give her to him....what to do...what to do.... Kate gulped, scared, her eyes looking over the rent-a-cop's belt, and seeing the handcuffs there...her mind thought..."please don't let him notice my feet...my toes...I'd go crazy were he to discover that's my weak spot..." Jessie thought about what he should do...his hand idly stroking her thigh while he decided. "What the Hell, she's here, I'm here, and Gash won't mind if I have a piece of her," Jessie decided. As he said that, he got a stronger erection from the fear he saw in the girl's eyes. Grinning evilly, he pulled a buck knife from a sheath on his belt, opened it, and leaned toward Kate. "Since it's just you and me, chica, I want to make sure you don't get too loud." With that, he leaned forward more and slid the knife blade up between the front of her thigh and her panties. With one deft stroke, he cut one side of her panty, then repeated on the other leg, and yanked the black lace panties from under her butt. After making a swift sniff, he rammed the damp panties into the girl's mouth, forcing her back onto the grass in the process. By now, Kate felt as if her back was on fire. Her bare arms and shoulders, the parts of her back between her skirt and top, and now everything from her butt downward felt like it was on fire. Like fire ants, or, or ... what? Something was burning her backside. She could almost HEAR a crackling sound under her back. And the parts of her skin that were in contact with the rope burned even more, if that was possible! WHAT WAS HAPPENING TO HER??? Her vision was becoming more groggy, her struggles less effective, as this pig sat on her chest, and shoved her panties into her mouth. "Spit this out, bitch, and I'll cut your throat at the first peep! You clear?" Jessie asked the terrified girl. When she nodded agreement, he stood up and rolled the girl over onto her belly. He bent to cut the rope on her wrists, to replace it with handcuffs, when he saw little sparkles all along her back. "Damn, what IS THIS SHIT!?" he asked the gagged girl. He stood quickly, looking at the mini-fireworks playing down the girl's backside. Pinpricks of light sparkled all over her backside, matched by brighter sparkles where the rope was on her arms and wrists. Now that her front was on the grass, adding new areas of pain to her, Kate began to moan with increasing vigor. "Nnnh ... NNnnhh ... NNNnnhH .... NNNNHHHHH!!!" she cried, the pain becoming unbearable. She was rapidly losing consciousness from the pain. Jessie was getting more and more freaked by this turn of events. There was most definitely something wrong here. Bitches didn't sparkle and sizzle. What is she had some new disease? Damn, his own dick might fall off if he took a piece of this pussy! There was no way he'd risk that...he'd take her to Gash, let him catch whatever she had. That's what he'd do. Kate lay there, moaning in pain, her body on fire, her clothes soaked with water from the wet grass. Everywhere seemed to be burning with pain, her moan muffled by her own panties in her mouth, and where had those lights come from? As she lay there, feeling weaker by the moment, her skin on fire, she also began to feel warm, on the inside...it was a different kind of warmth, a more pleasant warmth, merging with the pain from her skin. The two separate feelings were very discordant...very strange. Jessie knelt down on the grass, still spooked. "Yep, to Gash she goes" he said, aloud this time. He felt another twitch from his rock hard cock at her reaction to hearing those words. Uppity bitch would get what was coming to her soon. He lifted her over his shoulder and put her in a fireman's carry, and, leaving Eric behind, her walked down the dark path. No one else was on the path, and they were soon at his car. He dropped her on the trunk, and then opened the back door, then picked her back up, and dropped her in the back seat. She seemed out of it, moaning in pain every so often, one lean leg falling to the floor of the car, giving him a nice long look at her cunt. The sparks had stopped, and he pulled out a cell phone, and speed dialed a number. "Gash...it's Jessie...got something you might like....no...not some co-ed slut...just meet me at the normal place.." He hung up, and slid into the car, started it up, and drove into the dark night. In the back seat, Kate noted that the pain was starting to fade, it was duller now...and so was the other warmth. She was still quite weak, though, her arms still behind her, and still tied. But, her brain was clearing just a bit, and, maybe...just maybe, there was a a way out of this...with a little bit of luck..and a little time...just maybe she had a chance. If only the pain would fade... Jessie didn't pay any attention to the form in the back, driving carefully...he didn't want to get pulled over by a cop with this passenger. He'd be there soon. Kate felt something digging into her back as she lay on the seat. It took a few moments for her to realize what is was, through the haze her brain had seemed to become...but...once she did, she felt hope again. It was a spring, poking up through the seat. She squirmed backwards, and soon had pressed the rope against it, and began to slowly saw the rope across the spring. About twenty minutes later the car stopped, and Jessie got out. He opened the back door, and reached out to grab the slut, her legs still spread. He grabbed her left leg, still on the seat, to drag her out...when he felt an intense pain, and dropped like a rock...he'd hadn't seen her left leg come up, and it had connected, solidly, with his balls. Kate slid forward, hopping out of the car, shaking what was left of the rope from her arms. She felt better now, not 100 percent, but better.