The Raven Takes Wing
by Duet
A Reunion" - Raven battles a local street gang, the Thunderbolts, and encounters the Garzas, a pair of evil mutants 

She reached up and pulled/spat her panties from her mouth, when out of the
shadows stepped several figures ... one ... two ... three ... no four.
Gash, and three of his boys from the bookstore, she saw.  Sonny wasn't
there, though, she quickly saw ... he'd be real pissed at her, with what
she'd done to his nose.

Gash smiled when he recognized her, and her disheveled  state, just as
quickly as she recognized him.  "Well, bitch, we meet again, and we're
gonna have some fun with you tonight!" he said, with a sinister leer.

As Gash and his boys moved closer;  Kate gulped.  "I don't feel like I'm in
shape to fight these guys just yet," she thought.  "I need to find out what
happened to me back at SMU."  Kate began to back up when she bumped against
the open door of Jessie's car.  She turned to leap inside the car but as
she entered, one of the gang bangers grabbed her ankle and viciously yanked
backward on it.  The force caused her other foot to slip and she landed
with a splat, face downward, on the back seat of Jessie's car.  Before she
could react, her leg was pulled again, and she squirted from the car,
landing roughly on the pavement.  Her breasts cushioned the fall, a bit,
but her face still hit the asphalt hard.  SHE FELT THAT!  What happened to
her invulnerability!?!?

Kate was pitched onto her back and two gang members dropped down onto her
thighs, pinning her to the road.  "Some super heroine," she thought to
herself, trying to clear her brain, to plan some way to react to these
thugs.  "Flat on my back, legs spread wide, no panties, and too groggy to
fight back."  Just as she started to rise up on her elbows, Gash lunged
forward and planted the toe of his paratrooper boot on Kate's cunt, with as
much force as he could muster.  The impact drove her almost a foot, even
with two other guys sitting on her thighs!  The pain was intense; all she
could think of was to cover her now-tender and painfully-throbbing vagina
with her hands as she fought back the tears filling her eyes.

Suddenly, Gash, who had moved close to her again, stomped on her stomach as
hard as he could, driving the full width of his size 11 boot into her bared
midriff.  He grinned when he heard the "WHOOF" of air being expelled from
the bitch.  Kate was trying to sit up when Gash kicked her a third time,
again with as much force as possible, flush on her chin.  Her head rocked
backward and slammed onto the pavement, and she slipped into blessed
unconsciousness.

"Get those bits of rope," Gash ordered his gang, "and tie her up good.
Then let's get outta here.  We can deal with Jessie, later.  He done real
good for us, he did."

The other gang bangers grinned, pleased at the thoughts of getting back at
her, for what had happened at the bookstore.  One of them reached into
Jessie's car and grabbed the rope from the back seat.  The others flipped
her onto her stomach, and pulled her arms behind her.  The rope was now in
two strands.  The first strand was tied tightly around her wrists and
forearms, the second around her upper arms.  They then flipped her over.
Her breasts were forced higher, by the positions of her arms, and the gang
bangers smirked, looking at her tits.

However, they all remembered her kicks, and also wanted to get her off the
streets, so that no one could interrupt the fun.  One of them saw the cuffs
on Jesse's belt, and grabbed them, and the keys to them.  He pulled her
legs together, then with two quick *clicks* her ankles were secure.  In the
meantime, a second thug had grabbed her discarded panties, and moved them
back to their job of being a gag.  He used Kate's top to bind the gag in
her mouth.

Having finished trussing the prize, one gang banger flipped her over his
shoulder, and they disappeared into the darkness...

*************************
 Kate woke up, slowly, with a groan, and a throbbing head sometime later.
She tried reaching for her hair, to move it a little, out of her eyes, and
found out she couldn't.  Jerking open her eyes, she looked around and saw
that she was in a large room.  She saw Gash, sitting in a chair, and at
least 6 or 7 more of his gang.  She also noticed a dog, as well,
Rottweiler  by the looks of it, dozing peacefully.

Then, with trepidation, she looked down at herself.   She was naked, which
truly didn't surprise her.  She was suspended, horizontally, off the floor,
about 3 or 4 feet.  There was a table under the middle of her back.  Her
arms and legs were spread, each wrist and ankle with a rope around it,
three new nylon ropes connected to pillars in the room, as was a fourth, on
her left wrist, probably part of Jessie's hemp rope.  There was a bright
red ball gag in her mouth.  By her left leg there was a cart, with things
on it, but, she couldn't see what they were.

Gash grinned, and walked over to her.  "You're finally awake, eh, bitch?"
he said, as he cruelly twisted a nipple, eliciting a muffled gasp of pain
from her.  His other hand crawled over her calf.  He moved it slowly,
teasingly, up to her vagina, then grabbed her black bush and yanked hard,
getting another gasp of pain, and tears from the girl.

"You got in my way the other night, and now you'll regret it...I just have
to decide what I'm gonna do to that ass of yours."  The cruel grin her gave
her sent shivers along her spine.   As he wandered back to his gang, she
sensed that her skin was no longer burning except where the old, brown hemp
rope touched her ankle (there, the burning was painful, distracting, but
she thought she could mentally block out that one pain site).  Also,
although Gash's recent actions had hurt her, they hadn't hurt as much as
they should have.  Was she getting her invulnerability back?  She did seem
to feel more energy now.  Maybe she needed to rest.  Was there some
pesticide in the grass at SMU that caused her problems?  "No time to think
about that now, girl," she realized.  "How do I get out of THIS?"  After
about 20 minutes, Gash returned and stood beside his captive.  Placing a
dirty, meaty paw on each breast, Gash began to pull them upward, upward,
squeezing ever harder.  Kate sucked in her breath, expecting the worst, but
this time, there was less pain.  He now had her suspended almost five feet
off the ground, hanging mainly from her breasts, which were stretching as
the ropes resisted her upward travel.  What he did hurt her, but the pain
was almost tolerable.  Also, she seemed to feel more energy, almost some of
that "fire in her belly" again.

The rest of Gash's gang was occupied across the room, and didn't need his
supervision, so Gash decided to have some "fun" with this interfering
bitch.  He walked around between her legs and began roughly stroking her
labia with his greasy fingers, sometimes scratching them with what was left
of his fingernails.  (Although she could feel the nails dragging across her
"nether lips", the pain was almost negligible)  As he rubbed the girl
harder and harder, she began to moan, partly from the pleasure his rough
handling was giving her.  She also started to lube herself, in response to
the arousal his actions were creating.

When Gash saw the girl getting wet, he grinned evilly and doubled his
efforts.  At the same time, he unzipped his pants and pulled out a
semi-erect penis, which he proceeded to flop on, and rub against her wet
lips.  One thumb, meanwhile, shifted to perform a slow circular motion
around her clitoris.  The effect of one hand rubbing her labia majora and
thigh, the thumb on her clit, and his slow pelvic thrusts running his penis
along those same lips, were now working the girl into a frenzy.  She was
unable to control a moan that slipped out, causing Gash to smile even
more.  "You need this, don't you, bitch!" he laughed.  Two of his gang came
over to see the party.  "Y'all wanna play, come on!" Gash snarled to his
pals.  One went over to the cart and grabbed one of those new Robo-Grip
pliers from Sears, the other pulled out his switchblade, snicked it open,
and moved toward her engorged nipples.

Kate couldn't believe this..she was getting aroused...turned on....by this
awful man.  His hands, his cock, and that thumb...all of them were teasing
her, arousing her.  And, deep in the back of her mind, her helplessness was
arousing her too...although she was trying to fight it.  Just then Gash
shifted his hand, and slid two fingers deep inside her.  She moaned, then
moaned a second time, as he flicked his thumb over her clit.

Gash smiled as the other two arrived, pulling his fingers out, and cupping
her ass now.  "Cut that gag off of her, I wanna hear her better while I
fuck her."  he said, as he slid the head of his now-hard cock against her
lips, to tease her just a little bit more before he showed her who was
boss.

The ganger with the switchblade grinned, and reached out to steady her
head, and slide off the gag.   Suddenly, she jerked her body at him, and at
the same moment brought her bound arm up...it couldn't go far...but it did
go far enough.  The sharp knife hit a partly frayed spot in the rope, from
her earlier cutting of it.  It wasn't enough to slice through, but it
weakened it, and her body weight did the rest, the rope snapping, freeing
one arm.  She dropped onto the table underneath her back, her right arm and
both legs still suspended by nylon ropes.

Gash pressed the head of his cock into her at that moment.  Kate hissed in
pleasure, it *did* feel good, but she had to fight that off...her free arm
shot up, and caught the wrist of the knife man, and with a quick move,
dislocated the wrist.  He screamed, and dropped the knife, which she barely
caught, almost dropping it a second later as Gash pushed his meaty cock
fully into her, his eyes closed, relishing the feel of her tight, wet,
pussy, not seeing what was happening.

The other ganger did, however, and was stunned, eyes wide.  Gash slid his
cock out then and slowly back in, bringing another hiss of pleasure from
the aroused heroine, who knew she only had a few more seconds.  She twisted
her arm over, sliding the blade between her other wrist, and the nylon
rope, and snapping it upwards.  The blade failed to cut her skin. "YES!!"
she thought, and, though the blade snapped, she also cut the nylon.

As her second wrist came free, gravity and Gash's pelvic thrusts took over,
and she slid along the table toward her tormentor, feet still hoisted high
in the air, held by ropes.  Using her gymnastic ability, she arched her
back, thrusting her stomach upward as she balanced precariously on her
shoulder blades, and  reached her arms under her ass to grab Gash by the
balls, savagely twisting them.  His eyes opened, and he started to fall
backward, screaming in pain, but was held by the woman's "death grip" on
his scrotum.  The ganger with the pliers was still stunned, and, at the
male scream, the others looked up.

"Raven" (YESSS!!, the heroine was BACK!) released the disgusting mound of
flesh and Gash staggered back, falling to his knees, then doubling over in
pain, moaning and crying.  Raven rolled up, sitting on the edge of the
table, and quickly undid the knots of the ropes holding her ankles, letting
her legs fall to the floor.  She could still feel her arousal, but again
had to fight it off.  She felt the pliers strike her back, but now there
was just a slight tinge of pain.

She rolled to her feet, and took another hit, to her ribs this time, again,
causing not much pain.  She snapped a punch into his face, followed by a
quick half turn toward him and shoved a knee into his
groin.  He fell, and she grabbed the pliers, and turned to hit Gash a
couple times, to make sure he stayed down.

Her eyes fell on the cart, and went wide.  On it were all sorts of
things...feathers, handcuffs, oils, vibrators, a varied toy selection that
could start to stock an adult store...how much of it had been planned for
her she wondered, with a shudder.

The other gangers were now up, and running at her, as she spun back to face
them.  She saw four young men advancing toward her, with the lone guard dog
in the room starting to wake up.  As they got closer, she thought "Only 4
men, and a dog, then to find some clothes, and go home."  They started to
spread out, warily, as they approached her, and she was ready to fight them
off, she hoped.  Turning to the cart, she selected a six-foot long bullwhip
with a vicious piece of metal affixed to the end of the whip.  Using her
martial arts skills, she quickly and expertly snapped the whip at the two
men on her right.  The whip end caught the first one in his eye; he
recoiled, screaming, trying to staunch the blood which began pumping
through the gash in his eye.  In a second, the wicked whip caught the
second gang banger, who was still moving forward, and wrapped around his
neck several times.  Raven tried to snap the whip, to spin him like a top,
but only succeeded in yanking him off his feet.  As he fell, he landed
partially on the whip, yanking it from the girl's hands.

The two remaining gang bangers were now just a few feet away from Raven, on
the other side of the cart of sex "toys".  The Rottweiler was now running
toward the girl, coming up on her right.  Without a moment's hesitation,
Raven picked up a small cat-of-nine-tails and flicked it at the dog, just
as it got within reach.  The ends of the 'cat' smacked the dog roughly
around its muzzle and eyes, causing the dog to skid to a halt, drop its
head, and whine and shake off the pain. Raven immediately gave the dog
another "taste of the cat", and this persuaded the dog to return to the
other end of the building, to find some other amusement.

Turning quickly back toward the last two men, who were now almost within
arms' reach, Raven grabbed a twelve-inch-long, four-inch-wide "Bitch-Tamer"
dildo off the cart and shoved the cart, with her foot, toward the duo,
causing one to stumble and the other to turn away.   One guy, the one who'd
fled the bookstore on all fours, pulled a small handgun from an underarm
holster and snapped off two shots at the girl.  The first missed her
completely and hit one of his buddies, behind her, on the floor.  The
second round hit Raven on her hip and partially turned her to the left.

"HAH!" Raven roared.  "My invulnerability is back!" she added, silently, to
herself.  Holding the Bitch-Tamer like a yawara stick, with over four
inches of the dildo protruding from either side of her grip, she stepped
forward and dropped slightly, then rose.  Her arm had swept downward, and
now swept upward, one end of the dildo aimed at, and impacting the thug on
his chin.  The force of the impact snapped his head backward and he almost
did a back flip as he bounced off the improvised fighting stick, landing
solidly on his back, his head making a distinct thud against the floor.

 By now, the last thug had regained his footing and blind-sided Raven,
taking them both to the floor in a heap.  Raven noticed that this guy was
also armed with a switchblade, which he now jammed into her stomach.  Like
the knife attack she'd experienced in the store, the blade snapped in half
when it hit her skin.  She then easily used her elbow as a battering ram
against this man's nose, once, twice, and yet again.  She had to roll over
onto her back to get his unconscious body off her own.

Suddenly, the first gang member, the one who's wrist she'd dislocated
getting free, kicked her in the side of her head.  As her head snapped
sideways from the force of the blow, the lad who'd had the whip wrap around
his neck joined this "kick-the-bitch fest", landing a blow to her side,
shoving her against the unconscious thug beside her.  A second and third
kick to the head, while not painful, did make Raven slightly dazed.  She
needed time to clear her head to deal with these two pricks.

However, he wasn't about to give it to her.  He dropped onto her stomach,
driving the wind out of her, his legs pinning her arms to her side.  He
grabbed her nipples, and viciously twisted them. eliciting a small gasp of
pain from Raven.  "Fucking BITCH!" he yelled at her, again twisting her
nipples, feeling her squirm under him, as she sought some leverage with
which to throw him off of her.

Raven arched her back, bucking her stomach, in an attempt to toss him off,
but, his weight was too great for such a tactic.  However, the heroine
wasn't worried.  He was sitting on her stomach, after all, so she decided
to reach up with her legs, and tug him off  her with them.  She had seen
that kind of move done once, at a demonstration, and felt that she could do
it, too.

Her legs shot up, and curved over her, as she got her feet under his arms.
Then she kicked her legs back out, lifting the man off of her, and tossing
him through the air.  He hit a pillar, near the cart, and went down,
stunned, but not fully out.

Raven rolled up to her knees, her hands now empty, the "Bitch Tamer" having
been jarred from her hands by the kicks.  She looked up, at the one with
the dislocated wrist.  "Just get out of here" she growled at him.  He
backed up slowly, looking scared, as she got back to her feet, slowly,
still a little stunned herself.  The other one was now staggering back to
his feet, and yelled "Get her, man!"

Raven thought that he had been talking to the one with the dislocated
wrist....but he wasn't.  He was talking to Sonny, who had quietly slipped
into the room, having heard the commotion.  Raven's first inclination that
something was wrong was when a fist hit her in the side of the head,
spinning her around.

Sonny wrapped his arms around the heroine's chest, his meaty paws grabbing
her tits, squeezing them viciously.  Raven was mad, now, more at herself
than at anyone else, and was feeling the "fire" that she had felt at the
bookstore flood into her again.  She grabbed Sonny's wrists, and pulled his
hands off her breasts, and started to pull his arms away from her chest
entirely.  She heard his gasp of surprise as his hands were pried off of
her.  This small woman was defeating his massive strength!  Then she
dropped slightly and bent at the waist, and used her new leverage to flip
him, hard, over her shoulder to the floor.  His head bounced off of it,
hitting solidly, then a kick from the heroine took him out of the fight.
She glanced  back at 'dislocated'.  "If you leave, now, you won't be
further hurt" she said, confidently, in a voice once more strong and
proud.  She assumed a "power pose", hands on her hips, elbows out, chest
thrust forward, legs spread.  He backed off, rapidly turning to flee.

She walked over to the last one, 'whip boy', who was still on his knees by
the cart and pillar.  "You too" she said, "just get the hell out of here."
She reached him as her words finished, moving over to make sure he wasn't
too badly hurt.  Raven reached out, grabbing his left arm, and tugged him
to his feet.

"I'm gonna fuck you up, bitch" he said, defiantly, ignoring the situation
around him.  Raven decided that she better secure him, just to be left in
peace, as she searched for clothes.  She pushed him against the pillar, and
tugged his left arm over his head, to the nylon rope that was still there.
They both realized, but didn't acknowledge the fact that her bare body was
pressing against his body.

She pinned his wrist to the pillar, with her arm, and reached across his
body to grab the other wrist, her free hand getting the rope ready.  She
could feel the defiance and anger coming from him.  She could also smell
him - too much cologne, sweat, bad breath.  He could feel her breasts
pressing against his chest, just as she started to feel his growing
erection through his baggies, against her bare thigh.  He began twisting,
keeping his other arm low, trying to frustrate her attempts to grab him.
Raven pressed harder against him, pinning him against the pillar, again
reaching for the man's right wrist.   The struggling went on for a while,
and she began to notice that his erection, rubbing against her thighs and
mound, was affecting her more than the pounding Sonny had just given her.
He also noticed the effect that the contact was having, and kept
struggling.  The more she struggled, the more he wriggled, and the more
their bodies rubbed against each other.  His hand would dart in, at her
breasts, or bush, trying to put her on the defensive.  On one of those
grabs, after she avoided his grasp, he managed to tug the baggies down.
His cock, short but thick, with a large purplish head, popped out.
Finally, desperately, Raven managed to grab his free hand and tugged it
over his head, then moved slightly, to loop the rope around his wrists.  He
was taller than her, and this forced her onto her the tips of toes.

"You know you want this," he snarled at the girl, and abruptly thrust out
his pelvis and dragged his erection from her left hip, across her bush, to
her right thigh.  The girl's eyes went wide and she stepped backward, away
from the thug, still holding his hands.  She composed herself, then lunged
forward, intending, once more, to tie him.  She began to loop the rope
around his wrists, still on tip toe.  All she had to do now was tighten the
loop...and keep her raging hormones in check.  He was still fighting, the
head of his cock rubbing at her pussy, trying to keep her distracted.

Raven was distracted by it.  The thick head ran along her lips and affected
her.  She was moist, not really wet, yet, and trying to fight the
sensations.  "Pull it together, girl, get him tied, then get out of here"
she thought.  Just about then, the tip of his head slipped a little bit
into her.  She gasped, eyes shutting for a moment, again trying to focus on
the job at hand.  She opened them again, and quickly tugged the loop shut
around his wrists.  "Don't go anywhere" she said, snidely, still on tip
toe, lifting a little higher, in fact. to get off his dick, which was still
slightly inside her.

She stepped back and dropped off toes, to the soles of her feet.   She then
adopted the classic heroine power pose, hands on hips, legs spread, tits
thrust out.  "When they come to, tell them that Raven defeated you." she
said, arrogantly.  Suddenly, her left arm was grabbed and tugged behind
her.  She was pulled a couple steps backward, as she felt it pinned to her
lower back in a strong grip.  She quickly braced her legs, however, and
stopped her backward slide.  The man she had tied grinned at her, enjoying
the show.   She snapped her head back, and felt it connect.  Her arm was
released, and she saw "pliers man", who had recovered.  He had been knocked
down and had a bruise forming now, a pair of handcuffs falling from his
hand to the stone floor.  "Why don't you all ever learn?" she hissed at
him, as he watched her carefully.  She then stepped forward, to grab him
and end this.   Behind her, about 8 feet away, tied to the pillar, "whip
man's" eyes glowed yellow, and something silently lifted off the floor.

Raven lifted Pliers off the ground, and began to lecture him when she heard
a buzzing sound from somewhere behind her.  She glanced over her shoulder,
but saw nothing.  Whip boy was still nicely tied. "God job" she thought to
herself, as she looked over his bonds.  She turned back to the ganger,
"This will hurt you more than it does me." she said, in a parental tone,
lifting her other fist to knock him out once more.

"Don't hurt me" he said, in a whiny tone.  "I'm sorry for hitting you
before."  She paused in her blow, not realizing that it was a distraction.
Suddenly she felt something enter her . . . it was wide, and shoved 5 or 6
inches inside her.  She dropped the man, Pliers, staggering back a couple
inches, and looked down.  It was the "Bitch-Tamer" and it pressed deeper,
now 8 inches inside...and no hands were on it!  She was shocked, the
sensations of the vibrator intense, as it pushed deeper, throbbing,
throbbing, and she took another step back, her brain only starting to react
to what was happening.

Raven started to reach down for it, as it buried itself fully inside her.
It was getting hard to concentrate, with the huge sex toy deep inside her,
throbbing, trying to force itself deeper into the girl . . .  Behind her,
the ropes had untied themselves from Whip, who grinned at Pliers.   Raven
moaned deeply as the huge dildo kept throbbing in her, her hands clawed
down below her stomach, reaching for the vibrator.  Suddenly Pliers was
there, in front of her, grabbing a wrist, forcing her to split her
attention between him and it.  She knocked his hand away, weakly, and
staggered back a step, feeling her legs starting to grow weaker... "how had
it gotten in her..and how was it staying
there??"  she thought, her hands again trying to pull the vibrator from her
vagina.

Pliers came back at her, darting in low, at her ankles.  "Damn it," she
thought, "just give me a second to get rid of *it* and I can deal with
you."  She jumped back, almost avoiding his grasp, but his blow was a
glancing one, and she staggered but stayed on her feet.  On the vibrator, a
light glowed and two thin straps came out of it, looping around her thighs,
and reconnecting to the toy, making a harness that held it tightly in her.
Raven kicked out at Pliers, quickly, but he knocked her weak, ineffectual
blow away, with a leer.

She paused, trying to fight the sensations from the vibrator, and gasping
for breath.  She was moaning, slightly bent forward, hands trying to pull
the tool out.  Suddenly, a pair of handcuffs, from the fallen cart, shot
across the floor and snapped shut around her ankles.  The heroine fell,
windmilling her arms, hitting the floor with her forehead.  As she hit, the
loose ends of two of the nylon ropes, other ends attached to two of the
pillars, shot in and wrapped around her wrists, pulling them apart.   Raven
now lay, helpless, moaning, the vibrator's sensations driving her wild.
The two men, Whip and Pliers stepped into her sight.  "Stupid bitch" said
one, "we're brothers, and within 10 feet of each other, we're
telekinetic..."

"What do we do with her now?" asked the other.  All Raven could do was
moan, bound, cuffed, and helpless.   Though her arms were tightly bound by
ropes tied to the pillars, her torso and ankles were
free to writhe on the floor in response to the vibrations in her vagina.
The more the device thrummed in her, driving her toward an orgasm, the more
the "fire" she (sometimes) felt in a 'combat' situation seemed to dim.  She
HAD to get that thing out of her!

"I say let's leave her here, see what we can do for the others," Pliers
answered.  "She ain't goin' nowheres!"

The two thugs started checking on their mates.  With the bitch tied up and
lost in her pleasures, she didn't need guarding.  The first one they
checked was still bleeding from one eye.  Whip lifted him and started
helping him toward a sink, to put a wet cloth on the gash.  Pliers stopped
to help Gash, who was slowly, groggily trying to get to his feet.  Sonny,
by now, had also regained his feet, and was moving toward Raven.

"Nnnhh ... NNnnHH ... NNNAAAHHHNNNGGHH!" Raven screamed as the vibrator
ripped an orgasm from her loins.  She arched her back, balancing on her
shoulders and the soles of her feet, pelvis thrust upward, as the vibrator
continued to thrum inside her, sparking yet another orgasm.  She was now
moving out of control of her body, the pleasures washing over her
consciousness, all her attention savoring the ecstasy the orgasms gave
her.  A third orgasm hit the girl; she tried thrusting her pelvis even
higher.

Sonny, dimwitted at best, saw this bitch's pussy thrusting upward into the
air, being pleasured by a machine tied to her waist.  Dully, he picked up a
key on the floor, grabbed Raven's legs, and lifted them into the air.
While she continued moaning and shaking, in his grasp, as orgasms tore
through her, Sonny unlocked the handcuffs, then wrenched the vibrator from
her pussy, snapping the snaps and cords that held it in her vagina,
eliciting a loud moan and gasp from Raven.  She was still convulsing from
the effects of the vibrator, still having orgasms.

Sonny held Raven's legs with one hand and undid his belt and zipper.  He
let his baggy drawers drop to the floor and slid down his stained boxer
shorts, revealing a dong almost as large as the "Bitch-Tamer".   Now he
spread her legs wide and advanced between them.  "You owe me, you cunt," he
said (his bandaged nose completely blocked his nasal passages), "ain't no
machine gonna get to screw you when I should get to."  With that, he rammed
his massive man-meat into the girl's vagina, the impact driving her at
least a foot along the floor.  She was now balanced on her shoulders and
head, arms still tied to the pillar, her legs pinned to the sides of Sonny
as he thrust and thrust again into her.

Kate moaned, helpless, aroused, as the huge man slammed into her.  His cock
was pounding into her wetness, filling her pussy.  Suddenly, it was gone,
and she saw Gash pull Sonny out of her.  "Bitch is mine!" Gash screamed at
him.

"I want her!" replied Sonny.

Pliers and Whip walked over.  "We caught her, she kicked the asses of you
both.  We get her first, then decide if y'all get her."  The four began to
fight, their prize forgotten, for the moment, as other gangers watched the
fighting.

Kate squirmed slowly, working her wrists against the ropes.  Somehow, as
they fought, she worked one wrist free.  Free from the "distraction" of the
orgasms and dildo, she felt some of her above-normal strength returning.
That, plus vulnerability, allowed her to pull her wrist through the knotted
nylon rope without breaking her wrist or abrading her skin.  Weakly, still
recovering, she reached over and untied the rope on her other wrist next.
Then she slid out of sight, behind a pillar.  Looking around, she saw a
door on the far wall. She ran for it, naked, her feet silent on the floor.
She slipped through into a hallway, locking the door behind her.

"Where did the Bitch go!" she heard, from the main room.

Raven moved down the hallway as she heard them looking for her, accusations
flying between the brothers, Gash, and Sonny.  The only feature she saw was
a vent in the wall to the left, going who knows where.  She was about
halfway down the hallway, when, from around a corner ahead came a dog.  It
was a twin to the Rottweiler she had whipped.  It advanced towards her,
smelling her arousal, tongue hanging out, cock sliding out of it's sheath.
Raven gasped in disbelief.  It's head was on level with her pussy...moving
closer.  She considered her options...back, to the gang ... forward ...
could she get past the dog....or up...into the vent, and wherever it lead.

 While thinking, she suddenly heard the door behind her crash open.
"There's the cunt!" Pliers roared back to his partners.  He had picked up a
shotgun while searching the main room, he tromboned the
gun and popped a round at the girl's naked back.  Most of the pellets hit
the small of her back in a tight pattern, blasting her forward and off her
feet from the impact's momentum.  A few pellets passed her narrow waist and
hit the dog's flanks, ears, etc.  "Rover" turned and fled down the hallway,
yelping his reactions to this change in events.

The shotgun pellets didn't damage Raven.  She was still groggy from the
treatment her vagina had gone through, though, and she was still trying to
get back to 100 percent efficiency.  As she started to rise from the
ground, Pliers ran up behind her, tromboned the gun again, and shot this
round, at point blank range, at her buttocks.  This time the force of the
shot was so hard on the girl that she yowled from the pain it caused.
Also, she was thrown forward at least two feet, landing on her chin and
breasts.  She could sense that some of the round pellets had driven deeply
into her anus and pussy.  She could feel their heat trying to burn her
skin.  Fortunately, she had regained enough of her invulnerability so that
these only caused an insistent "itching" in her holes.

As Raven again struggled to get up, Pliers was joined by Gash and Sonny.
Sonny wasted no time or words; as he neared the girl, he leaped into the
air and landed with both feet on her shoulders as the girl had risen to her
knees and palms.  The two slammed roughly into the floor, Raven's breasts
providing little protection from the thug's weight and momentum.  Her
breath was expelled from her lungs in a loud "WHOOF!".

Gash, knowing that guns were a waste of time with this bitch, had grabbed a
baseball bat.  When he reached the girl, who was now pinned to the floor by
Sonny, struggling to get him off her back, Gash said "Roll her over!"

Sonny smashed one of his heavy fat hands on the back of the girl's head,
slamming it to the floor.  He clasped his hands together in an even larger
mound of flesh and brought both down, together, on the
base of Raven's head, again slamming her face onto the floor.  Though no
skin was broken, she was rattled by the force of this blow.  While stunned,
Sonny got up on his knees and flipped the girl onto her back.  He then
knelt on her biceps, hoping to pin her arms to the floor.  Finally, he
decided to get some payback for her breaking his nose.  He began to pound
her in the face with his clenched fists, each one hitting Raven's nose like
a pile driver, slamming her head against the concrete floor and making it
hard for her to regain control.

Gash stepped forward and, signaling to Pliers, waited while Pliers pulled
one of the girl's legs to one side, while he pushed her other leg aside.
Dropping to one knee, Gash rammed the small end of the baseball bat deeply
into the girl's vagina, the force of his blow pushing the wooden bat past
her nether lips.

Even though she was grunting from Sonny's attack against her face, when the
wooden bat rammed into her vagina, the effect was electric for Raven.  Not
only was she getting aroused by the blow, but her vagina began to heat, to
burn, to spark  like her skin did in the park.  Raven screamed, and
screamed again as Gash slowly moved the bat in and out of her vagina,
enjoying the obvious pain he was causing the girl.

Raven moaned, her pussy was on fire...two kinds of fire.  Her arousal
rapidly grew as the bat slid in and out of her, the wood seeming to leave a
trail of fire behind, the massive width of the bat handle seemed to be
stretching, scraping, tearing the inside of her vagina!   Sonny had stopped
hitting her, and was now watching her face, seeing the arousal in her
eyes.  He eyed her lips, and moaning mouth, and slowly an idea began to
form in his peanut-sized brain.  He lowered his trousers down around his
knees, then leaned forward.  Now on his hands and knees, he slowly lowered
himself, and used one meaty hand to grab the girl's chin.  Using all his
strength, he squeezed her at the point where her jaw connects to the rest
of her head, forcing her mouth open.  Then he slowly slid his huge penis
into Raven's mouth.  At first, Raven gagged when the huge sausage entered
her mouth.  Then, in the throes of passion/pain, she automatically began
sucking the big man's member, keeping time with him as he went in and out
of her mouth.

Gash, watching Sonny, and very frustrated, pressed the bat more deeply into
her, RAMMING it home, angry at this FUCKING BITCH who had caused him so
many problems and so much pain.  Bullets didn't hurt her, but, it seemed
she was a slut when something was inside her.  So much the better, he liked
his cunts to moan and beg for his dick.  But, why was her cunt glowing???

Pliers held one of her ankles, watching.  He too saw the glow coming from
her pussy.  "Strange" he thought.  Suddenly his brother walked in, and
Pliers felt his powers click on.  Unlike his brother, who was a
telekinetic, Pliers had minor telepathic powers.  As his hand stroked
across Raven's foot, he picked something up, a stray thought, and grinned.
He ran his leg across her foot again, and again, and used his fingernails
to tickle the girl's toes and the sole of her foot.

Despite all that was happening to her, Raven felt this new 'assault', and
was more conscious of this than of what was happening with Sonny.
Unbelievably, this caressing of her foot, this tickling of her toes, was
sending her pleasure to ever higher levels, making her orgasms more
powerful than before.  She was now firing an orgasm almost every minute;
she would feel the excitement build, like larger and larger waves hitting a
shore line.  Then, suddenly, one wave would wash through her, causing her
to thrust her pelvis upward, causing her nipples to pulse (almost
painfully), and finally crashing into her brain, in a massive feeling of
pleasure.  She was being hammered toward unconsciousness by pleasure!

Sonny appreciated her more energetic moans, the unconscious attention she
gave his member, and knew that he would soon explode massively into the
girl's mouth.  As if he cared.

While all this was happening. Pliers continued to receive impressions,
information from the girl, as her mind opened to him more fully than her
mouth did for Sonny's dick.   "Interesting," he mused, as he learned more
about the girl, about her life, work, and recent adoption of a super
heroine role.  Abruptly, he reached a conclusion.   He didn't want to share
this one with Gash's gang.  She would become a special slave for him and
his brother.  After a quick look at his brother, Pliers reached  for the
shotgun, and lifted it.  He landed a single quick blow against the side of
Gash's head, dropping him like a wet garbage sack.  Wielding the gun like
an ax, he next landed a solid hit on the back of Sonny's head.  Since that
only seemed to slow Sonny, Pliers followed his first hit with a second,
stronger blow.  Just as Sonny's dick began spurting a river of cum, he
sagged sideways and fell off Raven, his penis dragged from the girl's
mouth, dropping cum on her face and then himself..

Raven continued to "ride out" the last few orgasms, still firing in her,
from the baseball bat buried deeply in her vagina.  Pliers motioned toward
his brother, who pulled the bat out of Raven.  As her orgasms slowed, as
she slowed down, stopped convulsing, she looked up dully, in shock, and
moaning deeply, at the two men.   Not completely understanding what was
happening to her, she was helped to her feet, then supported by the two men
since she could barely stand on her own.  They helped her back into the
warehouse, where her face was wiped roughly by a damp cloth, her hair
patted down, and a "duster"-type coat was put over her, covering the naked
girl down to her knees.

The super heroine was still trying to regain her senses; vestigial surges
of pleasure still coursed through her body.  She was carefully ushered
outside and put into an old pickup truck.   The brothers got into the
truck, propping her between them since she was still too weak to focus on
what was happening or stay upright in the bouncing and swaying truck.
Within minutes, they had reached a bus stop, and the girl was pulled
roughly from the cab and left on a bench.  "Go home" the former foes said,
handing the wrist wallet to her.  They squealed the truck's tires as they
pulled away from her.  Raven dully watched, trying to understand what had
happened.  One hour, and two bus changes later, she reached her apartment
building, and staggered home, where she collapsed in an exhausted heap onto
her bed, too tired to remove the duster, much less clean herself.  She was
asleep within one breath.