The Raven Takes Wing by Duet "Limits" - Raven discovers some limits to her powers, is defeated by the Garza brothers Kate woke refreshed, feeling extremely pleased with herself, and what she'd accomplished the previous night. It felt SO good, helping that cop, stopping those gang bangers. Best part was the look in Sonny's groggy eyes as he was ushered into the police van for the trip downtown. Heheheh. Raven had earned her wings! She decided that she would continue being a super heroine. She needed to do some work, but the rush of helping someone, of stopping a crime, was just too fine to give up. First, she felt she had to learn a little more about her "powers and abilities beyond ordinary people". She was also a little concerned about something Sonny said -- he'd recognized her. What if that happened when she wasn't ready for a fight? Did she need a mask or hood or something? Did she need to think about a secret identity? She also knew she had to investigate why she had problems at SMU. She donned her new costume and went out to her motorcycle. After firing the little Honda "Rebel", she headed down toward the campus. She decided to walk the same ground she walked the other night, when she was hunting the rapist (who, it turned out, was actually TWO men, rent-a-cops). After a 30 minute ride, she parked at the same general area she had used the previous night, locked her helmet onto the bike, and started walking around campus. She walked around for about 30 minutes, covering much the same ground as the other night, but didn't seem to feel the weakness, or the burning sensations she had felt then. As she walked around, she suddenly realized that she was barefoot at the time, and that the first problems were with her feet. Reluctantly, she removed her boots and socks, and resumed her walking tour of the grassy areas of the campus. The more she walked on the grass, the more the soles of her feet started to hurt, even to burn her. Finally, she stepped off a pathway and sat on a fallen tree, and began examining her soles. Raven could see hundreds of red spots, like a rash, on her soles, between her toes. Poking the larger areas of red, she could feel, through the bottom of her feet, increased pain as her finger pushed the skin inward. Suddenly, Raven sprang to her feet! Her thighs were burning, were on fire! Contorting her body, she looked down at her upper thighs, just below her panties (and her contortions amused/pleased several men passing nearby). Now she had really major 'rash' marks on her upper legs! How . . .? The LOG! She was on the log, examining her feet when the pain started. She examined the log closely, but didn't see anything abnormal - no fungus, no fire ants. As a test, she removed one glove and placed the palm of the hand on part of the log. Within a minute, she had to yank her hand away, fanning it to cool it. She could see small sparks on the palm of her hand! Thinking back to the night she had patrolled the campus, Raven realized that the common pattern here seemed to be plants. She walked on grass, barefoot. Parts of her butt/thighs were on the log, and started to burn. Even the rope that guy used on her was hemp, wasn't it? And the past few years, she seemed to have more and more problem eating salads, broccoli, spinach. She had to quit, about three years ago, because a good salad would burn her mouth and stomach for a day or two. Now late in the afternoon, Raven decided to return to her shop at the mall, and get good workout session in, before calling it a day. While riding her bike over to the shop, she thought more about a tentative theory she had developed. Somehow, plants, and especially dead plants, like that log, that hemp rope, at least caused her pain where it touched her skin. Did it have something to do with her getting weak? Well, it did seem like, while she was tied with the hemp rope, she became more and more groggy, less able to fight, to think clearly. So maybe exposure to plants not only burned her, but robbed her of her powers! When she got to the mall, she decided on one more test. She pulled the battery out of her bike and took it into her dojo or self-defense school, went into the back room and poured some of the caustic solution into an old cup. Gritting her teeth, she removed a glove again, and carefully, very carefully put one finger into the mix. No reaction. Nothing. She ran her acid-wet finger across her lips, but still felt only wetness, no pain. Then she went to the back wall and rested her ungloved palm against an exposed 2x4 stud. Again, after a minute, she had to pull her hand away from the wood, and again saw sparks on her palm. Raven put on her glove and went back to the main room of the school. No more classes were scheduled for the day, so she decided to spend the next few hours vigorously working through several exercises and routines, to hone her skills. She worked with her collapsible baton and her two throwing knives, until she felt exhausted, but in a good way, with all she had accomplished. She now knew she had to stay away from grass, leaves and wood. Also, she felt that her combat skills were becoming even better than before. As she walked out of the dojo toward her bike, she again considered whether she should make some sort of hood or mask, should try to maintain a "secret identity". Kate hopped onto the bike, as she felt her stomach growl. She decided to get some food before heading home, and deciding if she wanted to go out on patrol. She drove for a bit, to a fast food place, and ate, then headed home. She parked her bike in the underground garage and then headed up the stairs to her apartment. She put her helmet and gloves next to the door, then pulled off her boots. "A shower" she thought, "then perhaps a patrol." Kate walked into her bedroom, pulling off her top as she walked in, tossing it idly to the ground, then, topless, went over to the bed, sitting on it, to check her messages. She leaned over to her night stand, where the machine was, and saw there weren't any messages. However, something was next to the machine. It was a round red ball, with black straps to either side of it. "What the hell is..." she began to say. Suddenly it shot into the air, coming at her face. Before the startled girl could do anything, the ball hit her mouth, forcing itself between her teeth, the straps fastening tightly behind her head. "Mmmmph" she said, in shock, reaching her arms for the straps. Behind her, by the upper posts of her four poster bed two ropes slid up, then shot at the heroine. Kate squealed as something wrapped around her wrists and forearms, then tugged her back, arms spread wide, onto her bed. "What's happening?" she thought, her words being muffled by the gag, the surprise of the events leaving her stunned. Over the next couple minutes, the heroine watched helplessly as first her skirt, then panties slid themselves off of her. Then, more ropes slid up, and, though she kicked and squirmed, eventually she was bound, naked, gagged, and spread-eagled on her own bed. Then her closet door opened and out stepped two men. "Whip and Pliers!" she thought, in horror, pulling against her bonds. She watched, helplessly, as they walked over to her bed, and one of them set a bag on the night stand. "We are here to entertain you, chica" one of the two said. "And" he added "when you are ready, to pleasure you as well." "MMMPPHHH" said the heroine. "Yes, we know you think that ... now, but you will change your mind." The other began removing things from the bag ... she couldn't see them all. But she saw some long feathers, a silk cloth of some kind ... and ... as a tremble passed though her ... that damn 'bitch-tamer'. And there were other things she could not see. The two brothers looked at each other. One grinned. "We should be as dressed as our hostess." The other nodded, and the brothers began to strip, as Kate helplessly looked on. She again yanked on the ropes, but was unable to loosen the knot. And, even worse, she realized that the ropes were hemp, not nylon! Within seconds, the burning started wherever the ropes touched her bare skin, and she started to feel a weakening. "Chica, you may remember us from the warehouse," one said. "I am Jose, and this is my brother Jesus. As you know, when we are together, close to each other, he becomes, how you say, telepathic? I become telekinetic. He can read your mind, I can move things." "I learned something about you, Senorita Kate 'Raven' Windrunner," Jesus added, "that night in the warehouse. I'm learning more, now, just standing here next to you." "Mmmphhgg!!" Kate groaned through the ball gag. "Oh, no, chica," Jesus said, "relax, enjoy the attention of two VERY skilled hombres!" "EEEEEEEEEEE" Kate screamed, but not loudly enough to pass the ball gag. Jose immediately place a silk scarf (Kate's) over the top of the gag, to muffle any noise from her mouth. Then he tied a second, cloth bandanna, across her eyes, so that she couldn't see what the brothers were doing. She continued to struggle, with all her strength, but the knots were too well tied, her strength being sapped too quickly. Kate felt something soft, light stroke her right breast, then her left one. She could feel her nipples starting to get hard from this sensation, her body betraying her resolve. Suddenly, Kate felt one hand, then another lightly touch her inner thigh, just above the knee, and move ever so slowly upward, upward, and upward toward her cunt. She struggled to relieve herself of the pleasure caused by these hands, but was unable to ease the effect. She thought she would go mad with pleasure when the hands stopped at the top end of the inner thigh, fingers (thumbs?) ever so lightly touching her labia and the hands slowly drew circles on her inner thigh. This continued for minutes-that-seemed-like-hours, slowly building in Kate a pleasure wave. Still the soft, light touches stroked across her breasts, blood engorging her nipples to the point of being painful. She needed to be stroked HARD, to ease some of the pain caused by all this delicate pleasure. She felt a new sensation when a puff of warm air hit first her left ear, then her right! "NNNnmmmgggghhhhh!" she groaned, at the pleasure this new sensation caused. As the puffs continued against her ears, first one, then the other, sometimes both, simultaneously, she thought she would go mad, when suddenly, a tongue flicked into first one ear, then the other. As the soft, wet tools licked inside her ear, then withdrew, to be replaced by teeth nibbling her ear lobes, Kate new that she couldn't resist the assault of these men. She was rapidly losing all concentration, all focus, except that directed toward getting one of the men to stroke her hard, to help her get some kind of sexual release. Yet their soft, gentle, teasing hands, tongues, and breath continued to torment the sexually-aroused super heroine. Her nipples were hard and throbbing, her body on fire. She wasn't even feeling the pain caused by the ropes, so lost was she in her pleasure. Her hips slowly bucked and circled in her helpless arousal. At least it couldn't get worse, she thought. Then the tongues disappeared from her ears, and the stroking stopped. Kate wondered what was happening now. For a few long minutes, that seemed like an eternity, nothing happened. Kate felt her arousal dropping off just a little, and hoped that if they gave her enough time, she could escape. Then the stroking began again. First around her still-hard nipples. Something soft and light, perhaps a finger, but it felt softer, began to circle them. Slowly, ever so slowly, her nipples were circled by the object, making them, if that were possible, even harder than before. It did feel good, but she thought "I can handle this". Then more stroking started, now along her inner thighs. Long, soft strokes, from just over her knee, to just under her sex. She felt her arousal growing again. "I have to fight it" she thought, hoping to find a way to escape, and teach them a lesson. Attacking her in her own bedroom..the nerve. Just then new stroking started, light, soft touches along her swollen nether lips. She couldn't help but moan into the gag at the pleasure the sensations gave her. The soft stroking everywhere, her nipples throbbing, her cunt once more getting wet, her arousal growing again. Hands were on her feet, gently massaging them, rubbing and caressing the soles of her feet. Still the other sensations continued, and again she moaned into her gag. The grip on her feet changed to one of control, holding her feet still, and tongues moved to them, one of her most erogenous zones, licking her just the way she loved so much. First each soft, warm tongue circled her five toes, in long broad, licks. Then each toe was individually licked around, slowly. Finally, each toe was gently sucked, like a miniature cock. The brothers repeated the licking and sucking, moving from toe to toe, on both her feet, with the gentle stroking continuing as well. Again Kate felt her arousal peaking. Her hips circled in helplessness, as she moaned, loudly into the gag. Again her lips were swollen, her desire, her need, for more almost painful. God, how she wanted to be fucked, her body was on fire with lust! The licking at her feet ended and she heard movement again. Then, suddenly the bandanna was pulled away from her eyes, and she saw the two brothers. Naked, well muscled, tanned, they looked down at her body. Her eyes went to their crotches, where she saw identical cocks, hard and throbbing, with dark purple heads. One reached over, and moved the scarf then removed the gag. She breathed in deeply, as she watched her tormentors. Jose then spoke to her "You want us, don't you, chica?" Kate didn't want to answer, but her body, and her hormones, betrayed her. "YESSS" she hissed out. "Muy Bien. Now you must prove that you should be allowed come." Kate was incensed. Prove, prove, that she *should* come. Why couldn't they just fuck her, she thought, amazed at the thought even as it raced through her head. "You will now lick us, both of us, and, if we are pleased by your efforts, then we will let you come." He then slid his cock to her lips, his brother moving his cock close as well. Kate didn't hesitate, licking at the heads of one cock, then the other, with teasing licks. Then she enveloped first one, then the other of the brother's heads, running her tongue over the crown of each cock, and gently sucking on it. The brothers moaned, in turn, when their own tool was getting serviced. Kate moved her head from cock to cock in turn now, taking each fully into her mouth, her tongue sliding all over each one. She breathed over each cock, her breath and tongue sending each of the men into ecstasy. Her head moved quickly, bobbing two or three times over each man before switching to the other. Over and over she licked the two men, their moans, and caresses of her breasts and vagina, keeping her own arousal high. She hoped to find some way to escape from the brothers, but she also realized that her libido had been stoked so high, she also needed some kind of sexual release. BADLY! The two brothers reached out with one hand each, and grabbed her hair. Then in unison each thrust his cock into her mouth, stretching it wide. Kate couldn't believe it, she'd never had anything like this done to her before. Then, both cocks swelled, and shot their warm cum into her mouth. Kate gagged a little, but began to swallow when Jesus roughly squeezed her clitoris, causing her to inhale and moan. His quick action denied her any choice in the matter. She began to gulp down the thick liquid as fast as she could, hardly any escaping. She had to, she NEEDED to cum, and if they she didn't please them, then they wouldn't let her come. The brothers pulled back, and grinned. One at a time they went into her bathroom and cleaned up, then dressed. Before they left, though, Jose put a vibrator into her cunt and cranked up the power, the vibrations starting to send surges of pleasure through the girl. Not to be outdone, Jesus strapped a clit stimulator onto Kate's waist, the small "working" end was snuggled against her clit and turned on. While they were out of the room, the clit stimulator and vibrator gradually drove Kate into higher and higher levels of need. "Please, PLEASE let me come" the heroine begged, when the brothers returned to her bedroom. "You promised." "So we did, Senorita, and you will. If you do as you are told." Broken, her body betraying her, Kate nodded. She wasn't in a position to argue anyway. Jesus spoke next "We will untie you, you will then roll over, and spread your legs apart, with your arms over your head.." She nodded, and the ropes undid themselves. Kate rolled onto her belly, spreading her legs wide, and stretching her arms over her head. She wasn't surprised when the ropes rebound her, but they were looser now. "You will be able to escape these ropes with a little bit of effort. It will take you long enough, though, so you will not be able to see which way we go when we leave. We will visit you again sometime, Senorita. And. we are men of our word, so you may cum." Jose had moved between her legs, and replaced the vibrator with the 'bitch tamer', and clicked it onto it's lowest setting. Kate gasped as the huge fake cock came to life, her moans getting louder, and she felt, barely, as they locked its harness into place. The huge vibrator and the clit stimulator now started to drive her crazy with sexual tension. The men watched the heroine as her first orgasm quickly hit her, and knew they'd have time to escape. They would visit this one again. They left her place, her moans still loud and rising in volume, slipped down the stairs, and into the street. Behind them, Kate began the first of a series of orgasms, each seeming to be stronger than the last. As the two tools fueled her arousal, she writhed on the bed from the pleasure they caused. The brothers had arranged the ropes such that her torso was lifted slightly off the bed. To her horror, Kate found that every time she moved, her breasts, her nipples dragged across her satin sheets. These new sensations added fuel to her fires. She lost all interest in trying to undo the knots, as easy a task as it might have been. She felt her will, her resolve getting weaker and weaker as every new orgasm wracked her body. From an alley across the street, eyes watched the Garza boys leave the apartment, and turn down the street. After waiting a moment to see whether they might return, Kate's friend Carol stepped out of the shadows and headed toward the apartment. Slowly, she started up the stairs. Near the door to Kate's apartment, Carol made one last look around, then entered Kate's apartment. She immediately heard her friend's moans, coming from the bedroom. Carol quickly went into the bedroom, recoiling when she saw her friend tied to the bed, obviously trapped in paroxysms of pleasure. Carol watched silently for a few moments as Kate moaned and squirmed, oblivious to her presence. Carol wasn't sure what to do. Should she help Kate, or, should she call Gash. He was mad at her, and Kate had helped her at the bookstore, which would have made him more mad. So, if she gave Kate to him, he might be happy with her again. But, on the other hand, Kate *had* been shot, and unhurt, so, did she really want Kate mad at her. Best to play it careful, she thought, for now. She did enjoy watching the scene before her, but wanted to get out of here as well. So, she slipped closer, quietly, and undid the straps on the tamer, then clicked it off. She then darted out of the room, and the apartment, before Kate could recover, and see her. Kate squirmed on for a few minutes, her head buried deeply in the pillows, the bitch tamer ever-so-slowly sliding out of her, as it was no longer secured. A few more minutes passed, and the heroine began to get her wits about her, her heavy panting began to slow. A few more minutes, and she was out of the ropes, and removing the clitoral stimulator. She then collapsed on the bed, exhausted, and soon fell into sleep. Kate awoke in the morning, and staggered into the shower, where she tried not to think about the previous night. But, she kept considering it. She couldn't believe it, and she was ashamed of what she had done. But, she did have to admit, it felt good... As she ate her breakfast that morning, she continued to think about it. She wanted to get the Garza's back, and she would..but first, she'd head to South Dakota. Let them think she had fled them, then take them by surprise when she came back. Happy with that thought, she went to her room to pack.