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Glory
Girl
Episode
Two: Girls' Night
Out
by Alias
the Rat
Rebecca Hooper
finally finished the paper for her sociology class. It had been pretty difficult
to do it, because it was an paper on the pros and cons of costumed characters
in the world and how they effect people. The professor had announced that,
with the news coverage of the expolits of Glory Girl in Granite City, his
students could go over how these characters influenced society and relationships
between people and groups of people. Becky had a difficult time examining
both sides of the issue, due to her connection with the subject. Her parents
were retired costumed characters, and she was Glory Girl. She'd being doing
well enough in the course to write a adequete paper on it, but on this subject
she worried about saying anything to hint why she was totally in favor of
the super-hero in the world today. How could she do
otherwise?
After spending
most of the day at her desk, she wanted to get out and thought a patrol tonight
would be nice. The problem was she didn't have a single lead to anything
that would help her catch a law-breaker. And if she tried to just cruise
around looking for trouble, with her new fame, she kept getting mobbed by
the public. Everyboy wanted a picture with her, or an autograph, or to just
shake her hand. She never thought saving a million or so lives would end
up saddling her with gratitute that would wear her out. She thought about
running over to Arnie's place and snuggling with her boyfriend. That would
be nice.
The phone
rang and she picked it up. "Hello, Becky?" said Barbara Gordon on the line,
one of Rebecca's best friends. "Are you busy tonight? I'm having dinner with
someone and I thought you might like to get in on it. It'll be about...business,
if you know what I mean." Becky did -- Barbara Gordon was secretly fighting
crime as Batgirl up in Gotham City, and she had been an inspiration to Becky
in her role as Glory Girl in Granite City, just down the coast. "That sounds
great, Babs. Er... how should I dress for the
evening?" Rebecca knew that her
friend was being round-about in her speech in case anyone tried to overhear
their conversation. She saw the sense in that and also masked her comments.
She needed to know if street clothes or costumed attire were appropriate.
"Dress in something nice, we're going out to eat. But we may go out later.
So you can bring a change of clothes. Something colorful!" Becky knew what
Babs meant by that and said she'd drive up the coast and see her in about
an hour and a half. She pulled out and donned a black pants suit and packed
her Glory Girl duds and a few other things in a small duffel bag. Going
downstairs, Rebecca told her Mom she was running down to see Barbara and
depending what they did, may stay over at her place.
She went
in back and hopped on her motorbike and roared off. The bike was the same
one she used as Glory Girl, but special metal panels on the fenders and gas
tank allowed her to flip a switch and have the appearance of the bike change.
Right now it was black overall, but when she wanted, the bike sported a red,
white and blue color scheme to match Glory Girl's costume. Traffic wasn't
too heavy, and with her bike she could squeeze through the backed up areas.
By six she was pulling into the parking garage under Barbara's apartment.
She went up the elevator and rang the doorbell.
Barbara Gordon,
wearing a long chiffon green dress which had a top that covered one shoulder
and left the other bare, answered the door and gave Becky and quick embrace.
"I'm glad you were able to come over, Becky. I want you to meet another friend
of mine, Helena Bertinelli, otherwise known as the Huntress. The other young
lady got up and walked over to shake Rebecca's hand. She was wearing a tight
black dress, simple but with a fashionable cut at the shoulders and a deep
plunging neckline. Babs turned to Helena, "Helena, this is someone I thought
you might like to meet, Rebecca Hooper
from Grantite City, who spends time as Glory Girl." Helena looked
Becky up and down, then spoke. "So this is your young innocent bumpkin
aquaintance who wants to be a heroine. Well... she's... tall." Becky suddenly
felt a little embarassed by the peircing gaze. She realized she was a little
underdressed compared to the outfits worn by the others. "You two are dressed
up pretty fancy, where are we going to eat?" she asked.
"There's
a nice nightclub in the tower district, the Taste of Jazz. It has excellent
cuisine and the Denhope Trio are performing a session tonight." Helena put
her hand to her chin and cocked her head to the side. "They are one of the
best jazz groups in the city right now. Have you heard of them?" Becky lowered
her head a bit and shook it. "Oh, no... I don't know that much about
jazz."
Helena gave
a tisk-tisk. "Well, Barbara and I will be able to really enjoy their performance
and I am sure you will at least like... the
food." Barbara gave Helena a
look of displeasure. "Now wait a minute. Just because she's not famliar with
that kind of music doesn't mean she can't give it a try and learn about something
new. She will probably learn to really appreciate it once she's had a chance
to hear one of the better groups."
Helena came back with a further comment. "As for your dress, young
lady, it's not really up to the standards of the establishment. But I am
sure if you wiggle your hips, give him a big smile and a winsome giggle,
the matrie de will allow you to be at a table. He enjoys the sight of beautiful
women in the crowd." This comment made Becky a little uncorfortable and she
wondered why the Huntress was picking at her so. She could see that Barbara
was also not happy at how things were developing. Barbara went into her closet
and got a nice black jacket that went well with Becky's pants suit. It was
a bit tight, as they were not exactly the same size, but it would do. They
went downstairs and a cab awaited them at the door.
When they
arrived at the bistro, Rebecca's eyes grew wide at the sight. She'd never
been to such a fancy nightclub and the overall elegance of the scene delighted
her. The matrie de welcomed Helena by name and was very happy to see her.
Becky worried about what he would say to her, but other than a glance at
her, he didn't seem to care about how she was dressed. Becky sighed in relief.
They were shown to their table and Becky noted it was in the front, right
next to the stage. Helena was obviously one of their favorite customers,
judging by the way they were treating the ladies! She picked up her menu
and looked it over. She gave a little "eep!" as she looked it over. Most
of what she saw she could not even figure out what it was... and the prices!
Helena looked over and asked, "You don't see anything you like? I'm not sure
if they have a children's menu here..." "Helena..." Barbara cut in with a
sharp whisper, " ...don't be such a pain in the butt."
"Oh Babs,
I'm just kidding our little innocent about her first foray into upper society."
A man stepped to the table and asked, "Drinks, ladies?'
Barbara and
Helena each asked for a glass of wine. Becky, embarrassed, stammered out,
"I'd like a... a Diet Coke." At that she got another condesending look from
Helena.
They ordered,
and while they waited for their food, the jazz trio performed. Becky was
happy at how the music cheered her up. Although she had been totally unfamiliar
with it in the past, she loved it. When the food arrived she was amazed at
how exquisite the taste and presentation of the meal made it a fascinating
experience. During the meal, Batgirl and the Huntress in a low tone discussed
members of the underworld, their habits and whereabouts, and individuals
who were of interest in the investigations they were working on. Baraba turned
to Rebecca and told her. "We don't work together very much, but we get together
for dinner every so often and share data on Gotham City and the lowlifes
that inhabit it. She often may pick up a bit of information that will help
me, and vice versa." Becky listened
with interest, but suddenly she got worried when the check arrived and she
suddenly wondered if she had enough cash in her purse to cover her share.
Helana picked it up and asked Becky, "Are you a rich heiress who will offer
to pick up the tab?" Again embarassed, Becky shook her head and fumbled in
her purse, pulling out bills and trying to add up what she had. Helena put
her hand over the purse and said, "Don't worry, dear. I'll cover this one.
You can pay next we get together when we go to McDonalds." Barbara cut in
again with an edge in her voice. "Helena, will you stop
that!"
When they
left the restaurant, as their cab stopped at a light, Barbara suddenly pointed
to a pair of men standing in front of a large jewelry establishment that
was closed for the evening. "Helena... "she asked, "do you see who I see?"
Helena glanced over and smiled. "That's Joey Cadoli and Matt Bennett. They've
been known in the past to work for Catwoman, who's rumored to be in town."
Barbara nodded. "And the store, among its displays, has one with some nice
looking cats-eye gemstones."
The three
ladies got back to Barbara's nearby apartment, and at once changed to their
costumes. On the way down the elevator, Helena said she thought Becky looked
"cute." Rebecca's face reddened at this and she again wondered why the Huntress
was being so nasty. What had she ever done to her?
The three
costumed heroines all roared out of the parking structure on their bikes,
back to the jewelry exchange. They didn't see the two men outside, but suddenly
noticed lights moving around inside. They moved to the rear of the building,
saw that someone had done something to the alarm panel and that a door had
been forced. They quietly went inside and moved through the darkened back
room. But Becky's foot came across something on the
floor that clattered across the
room. Huntress turned back to her and in a harsh, low whisper, growled. "Blondie!
Will you be quiet or we'll make you wait outside!"
Something
else clattered back in their direction and burst into a cloud of evil smelling
gas. They struggled to get out of it, but their limbs grew very heavy, and
they slumped to the floor and the darkness became total.
Glory Girl
came to in a strange room, and saw handcuffs on her wrists, manacles on her
ankles, and except for her mask, not a stitch of clothing. She gave a short
yelp and dropped into a crouch. In the room were several men and a woman
dressed in a skin-tight blue outfit and a cat mask. She looked at Rebecca
and snapped a whip in her hand until the tip cracked inches from Becky's
face. "No, no, young lady, you are not allowed to slouch. I want you standing
tall, so we can look over that wonderful body of yours." Rebecca stood back
up.
"What's your
scheme this time, Catwoman?" Becky heard Batgirl's voice and turned to see
that Babs and the Helena were also in chains, naked from the neck down. The
feline villianess smiled and purred a sweet reply. "You are here because
I want you. I've always wanted your sweet athletic body to explore and play
with, like a wonderful toy. And Huntress, you are another morsel I have been
waiting to devour. First my lacky will take a number of sweet photos on your
wonderful bodies. Then the two of you will join me tonight in my chamber
and I will have the most blissful night of love I could ever
experience."
Batgirl and
the Huntress both shouted, "Never! you'll never get us to participate in
such a disgusting act!" Selina Kyle, the fearsome feline, gave a sly grin,
and said, "You aren't here to co-operate, ladies, just to participate. You
can't escape. My men stripped you and searched both of you thoroughly. No
more lockpicks or gear hidden on your bodies." She pointed to a table, where
two leather helmets sat. Attached over the outside of the helmets were an
assortment of electronic circuitrity. "I went to Lexcorp and paid an ungodly
huge amount of money for two of their experimental mind control helmets.
Lex assured me that anyone wearing the helmet while it is activated will
become a willing slave to any order given them. Tonight you will be nose-deep
in my pussy, Batgirl, while the
Huntress licks my nipples and we all climax together. Then the two of you
will change positions and we'll go again. The second helmet was meant for
Batman, but I'll use it on you, Huntress, until I get my claws on him."
Catwoman's
gaze then turned to Glory Girl. "But your
companion... I only have two
helmets. And... well I never really cared for blondes. You have a really
exquisite form, and I have a temptation to dye your hair black. But even
in the midst of incredible sex, I would remember you were a blonde and it
would ruin the mood. I guess I'll leave you for the men."
One of the
goons, walking around the room snapping away with a camera, said, "Gee, thanks
boss. We really will enjoy her. And I am getting some great pictures. She's
that new babe that's so big in Granite City. The pictures of her will probably
sell even better than the other two. And the pictures of us raping her will
go over real big!"
"Oh, no!"
Becky cried out. Her hands went to her forehead, and she had a horrible
expression of pain on her face. But it hid the fact that her fingers went
into her scalp and found the lockpick that was hidden there. Apparently they
had not been as diligent in searching her! She pulled her hands together
in front of her and bent her upper body forward, bowing to Catwoman. "Oh
please, you can't do this! I'm a virgin, I was saving myself for my wedding
night. What will my boyfriend think if he finds out I am... soiled!" Her
performance hid the fact that she had picked the locks on her handcuffs and
they were only hanging loose on her wrists. She dropped to one knee and put
her hands down in front of her legs. "Oh, PLEASE!" Again her actions hid
the lockpick opening the leg irons.
Catwoman
stared at Becky's antics. "A super-heroine virgin? Soiled?" She turned to
the other two captives. "Where the hell did you dig her up? You should be
embarassed to be seen with her!"
Huntress spoke up. "Don't look at me. It was Batgirl's idea to drag
her along. A disgust at stupid blonde bimbos is probably the only thing we
have in common, you fiendish feline." Batgirl leaned towards Huntress and
put an elbow into her ribs. Batgirl spat at her companion, "Don't talk about
Glory Girl that way, Huntress. She's my friend!"
Becky shuffled
slowly over to Batgirl and put her hands on those of the Dark Damsel's. "Oh,
Batgirl, please get me out of this. You know I can't stand pain." Batgirl's
face was careful to avoid revealing that she had heard the clicks when Rebecca
picked the locks on her handcuffs. Becky dropped to the floor and sobbed
miserably. "Please Batgirl, you promised to keep me from getting into trouble."
While down there, the manacles on Batgirl's ankles were opened up. Batgirl
looked down and yelled at Becky. "Glory Girl, your cowardice disgusts me.
Get away from me. I thought better of you!" Batgirl turned her body to the
side, her face raised with an expression of disgust.
Becky continued
to sob. She crawled over to Huntress, (while continuing to be careful to
avoid pulling loose the unlocked restraints) and begged at her feet. "Huntress,
can't you help someone who is defenseless? Please do something for me!" Helena
shouted down at her, "You're disgusting! I can't..." she felt the leg irons
loosen... "ah, can't put up with you, you sniveling coward." she bent down
and grabbed Glory Girl's hands to pul Becky upright. "Pull your self together"
she shouted, then in a low whisper, added, "Nice move, blondie!" Helena's
handcuffs were then added to the list of opened restraints. Now the three
prisoners were ready to make their move.
Helena's
cuffs flew off and Batgirl sprang out of her restraints, and they plowed
into the henchmen who were taken unawares. Although the girls were deprived
of their gear and outnumbered, the men went down quickly before the fighting
skill of Batgirl and the Huntress. One of the men thought he would have an
easier target with Glory Girl. He charged at her, but she sidesteped, grabbed
his arm and swung him around, leaving him flying across the room. He landed
on the table with the electronic helmets. As he came off the table, the helmets
were in several pieces.
Catwoman
looked over and groaned. "Those cost me a small fortune!" She looked at the
battle and thought with the men still standing she might be able to take
on Batgirl and the Huntress and win. It was very tempting. She had long wanted
to have both of them, especially Batgirl, in her clutches. But the added
element of the blonde, who didn't seem to be as hopeless as she pretended
to be, made the feline fiend change her mind. If she kept this up, she would
be the prisoner. She grabbed the shoulder of the henchman with the camera
and headed for the door. Glory Girl jumped after them, but the door was snapped
shut and locked just before she reached it. She turned to Batgirl and Huntress,
who were just putting down the remaining henchmen. "Quick, get this door
open -- we have to catch them before they get away with those pictures! We
can't allow anybody to see photos like that!"
Huntress
looked at Batgirl and held her arms wide. "Bats, how can she be this dumb!
What do you see in her?" Batgirl walked over to one of the tables, where
she found a carton holding their costumes. She started to get dressed. "Huntress,
I have warned you..." Batgirl said with an edge of anger, "she's my friend
and I am getting sick and tired of your sniping at her! She's just a little...
new at this."
Huntress
looked angrily back at Batgirl and shouted, "Well, let's finally teach her
the facts of super-heroine life." Helena walked across the room to another
table, where a computer set-up was running. The Huntress went to the keyboard
and brought up a Google screen. "Blondie, this is the internet." "I know
that!" Becky snapped back. Helena's fingers ran over the keyboard. She typed
in "Glory Girl" and hit search. The computer told her there were over eighteen
thousand hits on her name. She went back and typed in "Glory Girl Nude" and
hit search. The screen listed the first of over five thousand hits with this
description. Becky's jaw dropped and she silently came over to sit in the
other chair, staring at what was on the screen. Helena went to web-site after
web-site, each displaying pictures of Glory Girl naked. Becky suddenly cried
out. "Wait -- I never posed like that... those aren't my breasts... that's
not my... she's got a ring in her pussy!" Helena turned to Becky and said,
"That's right -- the pictures
are fakes. They take your picture and cut out the head, pasting it on someone
else's body. This one isn't even that good. You can see the seam on the neck
where they pasted it in. Some of these guys do a better job..." Huntress
flipped through more sites until she found a picture of Glory Girl in the
nude being raped by while tied down on a table, "...like this one. It looks
alost real."
Becky was
suddenly sobbing, and tears ran down her face. She choked out the words.
"It is real. It's from the night in the auto yard when a gang captured me."
Batgirl, who had finished getting dressed came over and put her arm around
Becky's shoulder and held her. Huntress backed out of that picture and turned
to Glory Girl. "The pictures are out there. Real or fake, we have to live
with them. We're in the spotlight and sometimes the spotlight is nasty. You
learn to live with it or you get out of the business,
Blondie!"
Batgirl put
her hand on Helena's shoulder and yelled. "Huntress, I warned you to stop
pushing her!" The Dark Damsel pulled something out of her utility belt and
sprayed a mist into Helena's face. The Huntress only had time to register
surprise on her face before she passed out and slumped in the chair. Becky
rubbed at the tears in her eyes and asked, "Why did you do
that?" "Weren't you listening,
Beck? I have been after her all night to stop picking on you." Batgirl eased
the Huntress out of the chair to the floor. "I'm going to get her dressed.
You get your outfit on, then we can get out of here."
As she dressed,
Rebecca asked Batgirl, "How did they get the picture at the auto yard? I
didn't see any camera there?" Batgirl paused from pulling a uniform onto
the unconscious Huntress and said, "Somebody might have had a little digital
in their pocket. It even could have been taken with a cell phone. It happens.
You just have to hope everybody thinks the pictures are
fake."
Becky got
up, fully dressed. "Now what do we do?" Batgirl smiled and pulled up Helena,
tossing her over her shoulder. "We teach her a little lesson." Barbara went
over what she had planned. She asked Rebecca if she wanted in on it. Becky
smiled and said, "Babs, that's a nasty, disgusting little trick to play on
her. I'm in!."
Becky went
over and picked the lock on the door. Batgirl carried Huntress out and they
stopped a cab. The astonished cab driver took them to where their bikes had
been stashed, and he spun around and used a little camera to snap a picture
of the three lovely heroines in the back of his cab. He wouldn't take a cent
for the ride, saying he would never have a more famous group in the back
of his cab and that the picture was worth a fortune to him. At the bikes,
Babs tied Huntress behind her and fired up her bike. "OK, Glory Girl, you
find an all night drug store and get what we need. I'll be at Helena's apartment
waiting."
The next
morning, Helena woke up in her bed, under the satin sheets totally nude.
Her head throbbed. Why, she wondered did Catwoman have to use the crappy
knockout gas that always gave the victim such a hangover. What a night. Catwoman
and that stupid blonde idiot. She realized that Becky had been the one who
saved the trio, but that didn't matter. She was a blonde and Helena hated
blondes. As she was growing up, though he loved Helena and her mother, her
father didn't hide the fact that he went through a succession of mistresses.
They were all dumb and blonde and took up time her father should have spent
with her. Blondes did that to her.
Helena wondered
what time it was. She rolled over to look at the alarm clock. But a small
box was on the night stand in front of the clock. A piece of paper was taped
to the box. She read what the note said: "H -- I warned you to stop picking
on GG. -- B." She stared at this for a minute. What could that mean? She
finally reached out and pulled the paper aside and looked at the box. It
said "Lady Clairol..."
She dove
out of the bed and dashed across the room. In the bathroom, she flipped on
the light and stared into the mirror. And then she screamed, long and hard.
For she was looking at her own face. Surrounded by a full head of long...
silky... blonde hair!
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