Batgirl
&
Lark
The French
Connection
Summary
Brandi
James (Alias Teen Shadow) came to
WARNING: This story contains scenes
of violence, rape, bondage and other sexual situations that are not appropriate
for anyone under the age of eighteen. If you are under the age of eighteen,
do not read this story. If you are offended by this material, do not read
any further.
Any
similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely
coincidental.
Characters
Batgirl
Lark
Guest
Villain
The
Frenchman
Henchman
Bull
Rock
Rooster
Rail
Special Guest
Heroine
Teen
Shadow
Part
1
the
Bat
On a corner near
They had to walk
down a dark alley to their Condo on the next street, but they did not worry,
since an armed guard was posted by the theatre for the
protection of theatre
goers.
“I can't believe
that the theatre got CATS to do an encore performance in
The woman smiled.
“I’m just glad they did, she
replied.”I have always wanted to see it, but
never got the chance,” she
“My god! What's
that?" She inquired, pointing
at a dark heap near about 5 garbage
cans.
Carefully. The couple venture forward.
“I...It’s the security guard?"
The woman panicked upon seeing
the uniformed
“Come on,” her
husband cautioned. “We better go back and call the police from that
payphone we passed.
The woman nods nervously,
and starts to walk away with her husband, when a strange voice booms from
behind
them.
“You two aint going
nowhere!"
a gruff looking man, about 6 foot tall and
weighing nearly 300 lbs stated, as he walked
Instinctively,
the woman's husband stepped in front of his wife to try and shield her from
harm, although a frail man in his late 50's, he
did not hope to put much of a
fight.
The
big man stops short of the couple, letting the dim light of the alley reflect
off the knife's blade. A technique that
“What
do you want?"
the older man asked. “I...I don't have
any Cash on me.”
“Shit!!" The
big man cursed. “Then give me the old bitch’s jewels!"
he ordered. The old man looked
at his wife a second and then, even though she almost
cried at the loss. she quickly removed her diamond
earrings & wedding
ring.
“Give
em to me you old bitch!"
the big man, yelled, as the sound of
footsteps echoed down the alley,
quickly moving
The
big man looks over at a young woman in her early 20's.
dressed
in a costume & mask.
“Well! If it
aint the Batslut's little cunt!"
He
laughed, feeling his cock
hardening in his pants, as he looks over the
"The
name is Lark!" The heroine corrected
him, taking a hands on hips stance, as she confronts
the
thief.
Lark
sighed. “Are you going to give up
now?"
she inquired. “Or
do I have to go though
the trouble of kicking you Ass?"
The
thief chuckled slightly, and then
whistled.
A few
seconds later, two other men walked out of the shadows and
stood in a circle around
the young heroine.
“Do you think
you can kick their butts too?” the thief
challenged.
Lark smiled.
“As a matter of
fact!" She stated, spinning
off the first man's attack, slamming her leg into his stomach, before
effortlessly
As
the two men gasp for breathe on the ground, the surprised thief,
attempts to grab the old woman for a hostage.
“Oh, no you don't!"
Lark responded, hurling her
Bat-o-rang with pinpoint accuracy, to bash the crook against the left side
of his
head.
The
thief stumbles for a moment in a daze, then falls unconscious
to the street.
“You did that quite
well!" A familiar voice praised
from the
shadows.
“Batman?"
She responds in surprise, as the figure moved in
closer.
The
senior Dark night detective stopped 3 feet in front of her.
“I was just
coming by to check on the guard in this area,” he
stated.
“I suppose
you just beat me
here.”
Lark
grinned. “This is a very popular area for muggers," She
stated. .." I've been
coming here for the last three
Batman
walks toward the downed Guard. “Would you Citizens please call an
ambulance," he asked the elderly couple.
“Oh, course
Batman” The old man responded, as Batman checks the guard's
wounds.
“Not too serious,” Batman commented, as Lark pulls some
iodine and gauze from her utility belt to tend to the guard's
injuries.
“Hey...be
still," she advised the guard, as he began to
revive.
10 minutes
later, after the ambulance arrive to help the guard and the police take away
the crooks, Batman and Lark
“Just a few jewel thieves” Batman
recounted ..." And
you..?
Lark
shrugged. “This is my first encounter tonight,” she stated.
“Frankly...I was getting bored! I don't like the idea of
innocent
people getting
hurt."
she said. “But I'm delighted to at least
get a
little bit of a
workout..?
Lark looked about a moment, as the police take the crooks away.
“Batgirl didn't want me to take on any super villains
on
Batman nodded. “Where is Batgirl tonight?" he
inquires.
Lark
starts to answer him, but then stops. She felt she could tell the Caped crusader
anything. He was almost like a father to her. But
if she told him that Batgirl sprained her ankle in a fight 4
days
earlier...he might deduce
a clue to Batgirl's identity...if he noticed Barbara
Gordon with a similar
injury..?
“Sorry Batman!" She
commented, feeling like a child talking back
to a parent.
“That’s classified super heroine
Batman nods. “I gotcha kid!" he responded. “Batgirl is teaching
you well, he praised. It's never a good idea to divulge
too much
info.
Lark smiles at the Dark Knight's compliment.
Just as Barbara had done, when she first started in the crime
fighting
Batman also returned
an admiration for the young
Crime fighter, whom unlike
Batgirl, who made
countless mistakes
& misjudgments of the criminal
element her first 2 years as a crime fighter... made almost none at
all...
Oh,
course, Lark has had the benefit of Batgirl’s experience to prepare
her for the vile criminal leeches that infest Gotham city, where Barbara
had to learn by Trial &
Error.
Batman,
although he admired the girl's spunk, and would be honored to be her father...he
also couldn't help but notice that the young Lark
was fast becoming a very voluptuous
young
woman.
Even
though, her costume was not skin tight like Batgirl's was. The Dark Knight
could tell that her breasts tended to heave more
against her halter-top than they used
to.
He
also noticed a more shapely set of hips on the girl.
and, an ass
that was fast becoming as eye-popping
as Batgirl's. “I...I best get going” Batman responded, feeling
his cock hardening beneath his
trunks.
“Ok,
later Batman?"
she waved, as he quickly vanished into the
darkness of the alleyway. “Hum?"
Lark pondered, making
.."
I wonder what's up with
him...
* *
*
Part 2
The
Shadow
200
miles away, about
Perched at the window of a local motel
room. she listens, as the leader of a group
Jewel thieves, confers with his
“Ok, guys," he explained. "We got though the hardest part of
the heist, Lifting the jewels. Now, that I have
them safe in this little bag,” he said, tapping
on the side of a brown leather satchel.
"We just wait
for our fence from
“Hey, Boss," one of the men asked. “How do we know that
our
fence...won't blow our
brains out, after we put the goods
The
leader grinned. “I’m sure he wouldn’t bother to take us out.
He deals with hundreds of clients. It would be bad
for
Teen
Shadow heard
enough.
Without making the slightest sound, she opens the door a crack
and tosses a smoke grenade from her utility belt
into
Attacking the first 2 of six men with her electric stunner, she
then
smashes the jaw of a third,
with her Billy club, before taking a fighting stance,
with her Num Chuks at the
ready.
The smoke in the room dissipated quickly, and the 3 men were on her
in an instant. Two men rushed her, but
they
As 5
men lie either unconscious or badly stunned on the motel floor, a vehicle
flashes it's lights in the parking lot.
“We’ll gotta go!" The leader announced, pulling out a gun,
to fire 3 shots in her
direction.
Teen Shadow's reflexes, sharp from several years
of dealing with thugs toting guns, easily spins out of harms way,
to
By the time she makes it outside, he is positioned half way in and
out of a waiting car. He pulls his gun again and
she
But,
just at that very moment, the owner of the motel rushes out to check on the
disturbance.
Grinning,
Benny points his gun at the business owner and fires 2 quick shots, that
strikes the elderly man
Laughing out loud, Benny secures himself inside the vehicle.
and it
Speeds away.
leaving Teen Shadow in a state of shock. In
all her fights with villains...never has a civilian gotten injured, because
of her
actions.
It
only took an ambulance 5 minutes to arrive at the scene, but she knew before
it arrived, the man was dead.
Teen
Shadow's alter ego Brandi James knew the man well. He was a kind, very gentle
man, who never hurt a fly.
Struck down by bullets of a sadistic murderer
to aid his
escape.
Teen
Shadow could not keep from blaming herself for his murder. If
she had not pursued this Super heroine nightlife. Maybe the
man would still be
alive?
For awhile
she was ready to give up her alter ego Teen Shadow. Then, the look of laughter
on the killer's face flooded
A
needless, tragic
JOKE!!
That
was Teen shadow's thoughts, as she quickly changed out of
her costume and mounted
her motorcycle. It was no
* * *
Meanwhile, far away
in
A woman
whimpered as her lips and face were padded dry from the sweat that had
accumulated there.
The silk handkerchief smelled nice and felt smooth against her flushed skin.
"There, there," the man who crouched over her on the bed cooed. "Now that
wasn't so bad, was it?"
The woman did not reply. The man, his face hidden by the darkness of the
room, put the handkerchief down on the table next to the large bed.
"No comment,
Detective? That's just as well. I like to think that I leave
all my women...breathless."
The man smiled. She could see his teeth reflected in the light coming from
the large window. He looked like a shark to her. She whimpered again and
tugged at the ropes that bound her hands behind her back.
"My good man," the man spoke over his shoulder while hardly turning his head.
"Will you help this young lady to the window so that she may take in the
site of her home town coastal city one more time?"
The shadows behind the shark-like man moved and all rose as one. Into the
light of the window, a giant of a man stepped. He was dressed in a fine
three-piece suit. He slowly stepped around the other man as that one retrieved
a dark colored silk robe from the back of the easy chair by the room's large
fireplace. The girl cowered.
"Do not fear, detective," the shark-like man purred as he slipped the robe
on. "My man will not hurt you. He is just going to seat you by the window
so that you may marvel at the beauty of your bright city."
With relative ease, the large man picked up the nude woman and carried her
to a large, ornately cushioned, straight-backed chair that faced the open
window. The woman struggled and whimpered some more, but the man was too
strong. In moments, he had several lengths of rope wrapped around her torso,
securing her to the chair. The woman began to cry.
"Oh, do stop." The smaller man chided her. "You would think that a veteran
police detective would have a bit more courage?"
He stepped up behind her and slid his hands around her neck, massaging her
smooth skin. The woman stiffened, her sobbing momentarily halted as she held
her breath.
"You have such a beautiful neck," the smaller man purred as he slid his hands
down to the woman's breasts. She began to whine.
"Please, don't...don't kill me..." she begged, her voice a desperate
whisper. "I'll do anything. I won't tell anyone.
I'll quit the force, I'll leave the country...just let me live!"
The man sighed.
"I'm afraid that is impossible, petite. You have seen my face. That alone
has sealed your fate-"
"Noooooo!"
The woman wailed, sobs punctuating her cry.
"And
if I did let you go--if I knew that you would do all those things you said
you would do--then I would be robbing myself of the pleasure I would gain
from you...as you die!"
Suddenly, the man wrapped a long, silk scarf around the captive detective's
slender neck. Her cries were cut off as he pulled on the ends and constricted
her windpipe. The woman began to thrash in the chair, but she was tightly
bound and the chair was sturdy. She started to choke and gag, but soon there
was no air to create those noises. Her eyes bulged as her brain sought more
oxygen to replace what was used up while she thrashed about. The woman's
pink tongue started to creep out of her mouth, forcing her teeth out of the
way. Sweat broke out on her skin and covered her face and breasts.
"I got a blue scarf, because I thought it goes so well with your eyes."
The man grabbed one end of the scarf in his teeth to free one of his hands.
He then reached around to the woman's breasts and began squeezing them. Even
though the woman knew that she was being strangled to death, she tried to
pull away from her killer's touch, her mind bringing back the memories of
the degradation she had endured just hours before.
"Oh yes, oh yes," the man purred through clenched teeth. "Oh, you are exciting
me...driving me wild. You look like an angel, an angel bathed in the glow
of the dim lights before us..."
He ran his groping hand down the gagging woman's sweaty stomach and into
the dark blonde mound that lay below. One probing finger slid inside the
folds of the woman's vagina, causing her to gasp, although it was a hideous,
airless gasp.
The man sighed.
"Oh, and you do feel like an angel. Oh yes."
He fingered the woman as she thrashed beneath him. Tears streamed down her
face. Her mind reeled with the dawning knowledge that there was no way out
of this one. She was bound and helpless, and weakened from her earlier ordeal.
Help was not on its way because no one knew where she was. The killer's identity
had come as a surprise to her and she did not even have time to contact her
partner before she fell into the human monster's trap.
The doomed detective's vision blurred. Small flashes of white light appeared
in her mind. She was so close to so many other people, and no one knew she
was even there. She could see people in some of the other buildings outside
the large window. They were preparing to go home, or they were coming home
from work. She could see a couple hugging as the man came through the front
door of their apartment. They were directly across, but several stories down
from the dying woman, although clearly visible from just across the street.
And then they faded into a blur.
The woman, her beauty marred by her wet, protruding tongue, her sweat and
tear soaked face, and the twisted mask which distorted her striking features,
watched helplessly as her vision slowly faded into a black wasteland. There
was no escape, there was no help, there was not
even dignity. There was just darkness and failure.
As the killer groped and probed the woman, his own actions bringing him to
a violent climax, the woman herself finally gave up. She slumped into his
arms and allowed death to claim her.
Her last thought was a question:
How many more will die because I fell into his trap?
***
The man stood naked at the window, his hands folded, and shaking, behind
his back. Behind him, a body cooled.
"Bull?" The man spoke.
"Yes sir," came the reply from somewhere behind him.
"Get her out of here. Dispose of her in the usual manner."
"Yes sir," the man referred to as "Bull" replied.
"And Bull?"
"Yes sir."
"We'll be hunting sooner than usual this time. I can feel the need growing
already."
Bull paused before speaking. "Is that wise, boss?"
"Don't you fucking worry about what's wise and what's
not. Just find me another whore. And be careful...you
are supposed to be my best man.
You, wouldn’t want that to change...would you...?"
Bull
paused. "No sir."
The killer watched the reflection in the window as the huge man carried away
the body of the female detective.
***
Two days
Later.
Teen Shadow crouched on the rooftop of an old brick apartment building and
watched the people travel to and fro beneath her on a quiet street in west
She
sighed.
For two days she had searched the city, to no avail for Benny, the thug,
who had killed her friend in
While in
There
were ten victims so far, including a female police detective who washed up
on the banks of a River in
She
had thought that Batman, by now would have brought the sadistic murderer
to justice. But, in her two days in
“Teen
Shadow may have to step in?” Brandi thought to herself, as she looks
though her binoculars again at the street below. “That is, after I catch
that bastard Benny. There is no way he is getting away with what he has
done!” she cursed under her breath.
Movement in the alley below roused Brandi from her
thoughts.
It was Benny! Her days of surveillance had paid off.
With the speed of a world class sprinter, Teen Shadow rushed to a nearby
alleyway, to tackle the asshole who took her friends life so callously a
few days before.
By the time she got to her destination, Benny was nowhere in sight. She looked
cautiously around the area, and to her surprise, found her prey in a pool
of blood, heaped between three garbage cans.
Although, the bloody sight shocked her, Brandi could not help but think of
how poetic it was that this sadistic bastard, had
met his death, in the same careless manner, as he had dealt death to
others.
Slowly, Teen Shadow turned to leave down a dark alley. She would inform the
police about Benny’s body, but felt she owed the scum no
urgency.
The
alley smelled like any
in
Puddles
of stagnant water bubbled warm beneath Brandi’s shoes, puddles which
would have long ago evaporated if at all exposed to the cleansing rays of
the sun.
Brandi removed her light from her utility belt, but the ray did not seem
to pierce the gloom present in the alley. As Brandi neared the end of the
alley, something caught her eye on the ground before her.
A footprint! A large, wet footprint!
She kneeled down and touched the print with her glove.
As Centra city’s avenger started to rise, a massive hand snaked out
of the darkness and clamped down over her mouth. A thick, wet, cloth pad
stifled her cry. A huge arm encircled her chest, pinning her arms to her
sides. The tiny utility light fell to the concrete and broke, plunging the
young heroine and her attacker into total darkness.
Before Brandi could even begin to struggle, she noticed a familiar odor on
the pad covering her nose and mouth.
“Chloroform! No!”
She
tried to fight the man, but he was massive. And tremendously
strong. Then she felt
others grab at different parts of her body. Her arms were uselessly pinned,
then her legs. And the fumes were creeping into her head.
Finally, the one good breath Brandi had managed to save was expended. With
a whuff, she released that air into the pad and
anguishly drew another breath. Thick chloroform
fumes invaded her brain, robbing the young crime fighter of her precious
will. She felt herself grow limp. She felt her eyelids begin to droop.
“I've got to... fight...If I can just reach... my utility belt,”
she thought.
But her hands would not respond. Moments later, Teen Shadow joined the darkness
of the alley.
* *
*
Less than an hour later, Batgirl
& Lark stood puzzled.
"How could we lose him? He was right there!" Lark puzzled, when she and Batgirl,
recovered from her earlier leg injury, lost the trail of a goon, they had
been trailing
"Yes, I know, but we’ll find him. Come on!” Batgirl urged.
“Let’s check out that alley over there.”
The two women darted from shadow to shadow in the dark alley. Their flashlights
barely cut through the darkness and the gloom, but just enough to see that
they were alone.
"Face it, Batgirl,” Lark commented. “He’s gone!"
Lark stepped into the light of Batgirl’s flashlight beam. "Well, Batgirl
began, "we will just have to find him again...if we want to get a lead on
that madman, who has been on this killing spree.”
Batgirl now stepped into Lark’s flashlight beam. "Well, what are we
going to do? Lark asked, looking around the alley nervously.
"We’ll look for clues,” Batgirl replied. "He had to disappear
somewhere. He could not have gotten far?"
After a few minutes, the Batgirl discovered the wet foot prints which Teen
Shadow had discovered earlier.
"Over here, Lark!"
"Footprints,” Lark said as she joined Batgirl.
"And they lead to this wall..."
The two women began an intense inspection of the wall and, after ten minutes,
Lark called out.
"Found something! It looks like some sort of switch disguised like a loose
brick.
Batgirl stood next to her side-kick.
"Good job. Are you ready?"
"I'm ready, BG."
"Please don’t call me that," Batgirl protested.
Lark chuckled slightly, and then pressed the brick. The wall before them
slid inwards, revealing a damp stairwell that descended into the far wall
of the alley. From somewhere inside of the passage, water dripped.
"Let's go,” Batgirl said, and then the two costumed women descended
into the darkness.
***
Teen Shadow finally struggled out of unconsciousness.
Her head felt like it was filled with thick cotton, and then she realized
that her mouth was filled with thick cotton. She weakly
whuffed into the gag and then tried to open her
eyes.
She was hanging, suspended in the air by her wrists, which were tied together
above her head. She tried to move her feet, but found that they were bound
together at the ankles.
The room in which she was in was dark, but enough light filtered in from
a window somewhere behind her to allow her a decent view of her surroundings.
The room was plush and exquisitely decorated in a thick French style. The
floor was a polished black marble, but it was mostly covered by thick, white
rugs that appeared to be made out of fur.
As she spun, she saw that the center of the room was taken up by an enormous
brick fireplace that was open on four sides. The coals appeared to have burned
low because little light came from within the fireplace. The walls were papered
with what appeared to be gray wallpaper. Several beautiful paintings adorned
the walls.
As Brandi’s body turned toward the window, a large bay window that framed
the city’s
skyline, she realized
that she was not alone. "Ah, the cute little blonde beauty awakes!" A man
sitting silhouetted in a large chair before the window spoke in French-accented
English.
"How was your sleep, my dear? I'm afraid that it probably was not as restful
as it could have been, eh
cherie?”
Teen Shadow grunted at the man and began to struggle against her bonds.
The man seemed to ignore her struggles.
"Well, my Little
Teen
Shadow stopped her futile struggling in order to conserve her strength. Her
skin crawled as the mystery man spoke. He seemed very aware and he emanated
a darkness.
"No." The man continued. His hands appeared to be folded before is face.
Teen Shadow’s rotations now turned her out of sight of the man. "No,
you did not come all the way to get me. You were already here, and your pure
heart would not allow you to ignore the wicked things which I do here, eh
cherie? How noble.
"Well, I thank your nobility and your pure heart because they have both brought
us together so that we may share this night. You will be exquisite!" The
man whispered, but the words echoed in Teen Shadow’s ears as if the
man had yelled.
"So, we shall begin. I have uninvited guests coming into my lair.
More of your ilk. Batgirl & Lark...have you
met of them, cherie?"
Brandi remained silent as her hanging body helplessly turned. She was almost
facing the man again.
"They are the local do-gooders. Two beautiful women...you will meet them
soon. They will be punished for their intrusion and then they will join us."
Brandi now hung facing the man. He stood.
"But for now, let us begin."
The man reached for some item that lay on a cluttered wooden end table next
to the chair. Brandi could see a brown bottle and some
cotton pads, and ashtray, some matches, a semi-automatic pistol, which appeared
to be a .45, and some other items.
Brandi’s eyes widened as a gleaming straight razor appeared in the man's
hand. A short whine escaped her throat as he began to walk toward her.
"Let us begin..."
***
"An elevator,” Lark stated as the two girls' flashlight beams came across
the metal doors. "Up?"
Batgirl nodded. "I could not find any other secret doors during our trip
down the tunnel. I guess up it is."
Lark pressed the only button on the panel next to the elevator doors. From
somewhere beyond the doors, motors whined. "We traveled quite a distance
under ground,”Lark said as they waited. "Where
do you think we are?"
"I'm not sure Lark? My guess is that we're somewhere under the park, or beyond.
Here is our ride." The doors opened to reveal a stainless steel elevator.
The two girls hesitantly stepped inside the chamber. Inside, there were only
two
buttons.
Lark tried
Down and nothing happened. When she pressed up,
the doors closed and the elevator began rising. "Be ready for anything,”
was all the Batgirl said during the ride. Lark just nodded.
After a few minutes, the elevator reached its destination and the doors opened
to reveal a dark corridor. The girls looked at each other and then exited
the elevator.
Their individual flashlights illuminated parts of a long, wood-paneled corridor.
They carefully walked on. The elevator doors closed behind them. After the
two girls walked about eighty feet, a bright spotlight turned on above them,
startling them both. From behind them, a man spoke, causing both of them
to spin around.
"Ladies, a big man greeted.
To their surprise, a large, muscular man stood with five others, only a few
feet from where the elevator was. In each of their hands, were large pistols,
which they all promptly fired.
The two heroines grunted as a large dart embedded itself in each of their
bellies. Lark dropped her flashlight and then dropped to her knees, clutching
her stomach. Batgirl, however, fought against the pain and the warm feeling
of poison that was spreading outward from where the large dart had penetrated
her abdomen. She dropped her flashlight and launched herself at the men.
Batgirl almost covered the distance, between her and her assailants, but
the men just fired again hitting Batgirl in her left breast. Batgirl yelped
and dropped heavily to the floor, clutching her punctured mammary. She writhed
on the marble floor, devastated by the pain.
Alarms went off in her mind as the warm feeling from the darts quickly spread
to the rest of her luscious body. She felt her muscles relaxing, turning
her into a squirming rag doll.
The man walked over to her and casually pushed her onto her back with his
boot. Batgirl’s arms splayed out. Her body was now completely relaxed
and immobile.
She watched helplessly as the man reloaded his fired pistol while he walked
over to Lark. Batgirl tried to cry out as the man methodically shot her partner
in the girl's luscious ass, but only a gasp escaped Batgirl’s coral
lips. Lark collapsed into an unconscious heap.
The man slowly returned to the fading Batgirl. She numbly watched as the
man raised the other pistol, which was yet to be fired. A sleazy smile crossed
the man's lips as he shot the defenseless heroine in her unprotected right
breast.
The pain exploded into a white flash across Batgirl’s vision, but she
could not even grit her teeth. The warm feeling of the poison finally blanketed
Batgirl, and she faded into oblivion.
***
The sinister mystery man had fiendishly sliced Brandi’s costume into
ribbons with his straight razor. Brandi recoiled several times as the instrument
brushed her flesh.
The man, however, was extremely careful not to cut the girl's body. Soon,
only Brandi’s eye mask remained as her costume formed a pile of shreds
on the floor below her.
The man dropped the razor to the side of the room's large bed and walked
over to the cluttered end table next to his chair.
"I am going to take you down now,
cherie,” he stated,
signaling to some unseen figures. Then, several men grabbed her naked form,
and carried her over to a bed in the corner.
Teen Shadow fought with all her might, but soon she was tied spread-eagled
before her captors. Her legs spread wide before the French antagonist. As
quickly as they appeared, the men left, and all but the sadistic Frenchman
remained.
The Frenchman formed a wicked
grin, as he removed his trousers. Brandi gasped, as his huge manhood sprang
from his pants. He wore no underwear. He then walked toward the helpless
heroine, as she fought the ropes that imprisoned her, to this madman’s
bed
Brandi Panicked as the head of
the Frenchman’s cock touched her virgina. He adjusted himself upon her,
then thrust forward, plunging deep into the young
heroine beneath him.
She was being raped, and she was helpless to do anything about it, as he
thrust back and forth inside of her.
Her rapist crushed her breasts, with his body weight, as the pounding deep
within her sex continued. For nearly 30 minutes, the pounding continued.
The Frenchman’s thrusts then started to slow, and for the next few minutes,
he continued on, until Brandi felt him cease inside
her.
Her rapist grabbed her by the
hair, and forced her to look into his eyes, as he came hard inside her womb.
No more than a loud grunt left his lips, as he ejaculated what seemed like
gallons of cum inside the young
heroine.
Although spent, the Frenchman’s
penis still remained rock hard inside her, as he lay on to of his victim.
Brandi tried move beneath him, to try and escaped the horror of this night...but,
he was just too heavy, and the ropes that bound her offered her little
movement.
For several minutes, she was
trapped, with her rapist’s huge male organ impaled deep inside her sex.
Then she heard it. A sound that made her heart sink in
despair...snoring.
The Frenchman was sound asleep.
* * *
As Batgirl slowly awoke, she became aware of several things. First, she was
bound. Her hands were tied behind her back with what felt like some kind
of nylon cord. Her ankles and knees seemed secured with the same kind of
cord. There was a large ball jammed in her mouth and strapped behind her
head.
Second, she felt a distinct absence of clothing. Her costume, including her
cowl, had been removed. This fact, more so even than her being bound and
gagged, made her fight to reach consciousness even harder. After all, she
had been captured several times in the past, with each time resulting in
her being either bound or gagged, or both, but no villain had ever removed
her clothes. She cringed at the thought of some criminal's dirty hands stripping
her. What else did the cretin do?
Third, she felt that she was slumped over inside some sort of vertical-standing,
rectangular-shaped box, which seemed to be made out of hard plastic or
plexiglass. The air present was warm and stale,
with the distinct smell of mint.
With her inside the chamber, there was the warm body of another nude woman
pressed up against hers, breathing. Batgirl felt the other woman stir as
she herself stirred. The other woman's moans revealed her to be her Crime
fighting, young blonde sidekick, Lark. The Dark Knight
crime fighter was willing to guess that her Partner
was bound and gagged as she was.
One of the most disturbing things which Batgirl noticed was the presence
of some sort of thick, slippery gel which filled the chamber up to the lower
portion of the women's breasts. As Batgirl
slowly moved about, the
gel squished and slipped into her nether regions and up under her armpits.
She carefully opened her eyes and found that the gel was green and the chamber
was clear. The smell of mint washed over her again.
A spotlight came on over their heads.
On the outside of the chamber, a man stood smiling at her.
"Good evening, Batgirl," the man said in English, with a heavy French accent.
"I am called the
He stepped
up to the chamber. His dark hair was slicked back. His face was clean-shaven
and smooth, broken only by his wide, shark-like grin of perfect teeth. He
was wearing a dark two-piece suit with a white shirt and a black tie. There
was a red pin on the lapel of the suit jacket that resembled a red hood.
"The Red Masque symbolizes the red haze which is said to fall over one's
vision before they die from asphyxiation." He shrugged. "Just symbolism,
really; but I am that red haze to my victims. I am the last thing that they
see...the last thing that you will see."
Batgirl struggled, covering herself even more with the gel. She saw that
Lark was awake, and looking decidedly concerned. Their nubile bodies slid
against each other as the man called the Red Masque continued.
"I normally would call you my guests, but right now you are nothing more
than party crashers."
The Red Masque stepped to the right and gestured toward a large bed where
a naked, but still masked, Teen Shadow lay hog-tied on her belly. The young
heroine struggled and moaned behind a ball gag. Standing to the side of the
bed was the large man who had initially kidnapped Teen Shadow and subdued
Batgirl & lark.
"I had been watching her attempts to track her prey over the past few nights,"
the Red Masque continued "And I intended to entertain myself with her
charms...that is until you two showed up...now, I will make it a three-some."
Brandi struggled both to free herself, as The Red Masque walked over to the
chamber that held the helpless twin heroines and put his hand on the
plexiglass. "So you will have to be punished,"
his smile broadened, "before I enjoy myself with you!"
He laughed as the women doubled their fruitless efforts to free themselves.
Lark looked into Batgirl’s eyes, and Batgirl saw the girl's concern
increase. The Red Masque sat in a luxurious leather armchair and took a remote
control from an end table.
"My dear Crime fighting angels, you find yourselves squirming in a chemical
gel of my own concoction. The gel contains minute metal filings that conduct
electricity enormously well. Electricity which emanates
from the many tiny electrodes that line the base of the chamber.
"You will dance while I watch and enjoy..."
As the two beautiful crime fighters tensed themselves for the inevitable
electric torture, the Red Masque's long finger hovered over a button on the
remote.
"Bon appetite! "
Every muscle in Batgirl’s body seemed to stiffen all at once as the
chamber's electrodes began pumping electricity into the gel surrounding her.
Her eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and she felt as if she would
bite through her rubber ball gag. The electricity that now coursed through
her body was absolutely mind searing. Flashes blotted her vision as her body
began to convulse. Gel splashed up onto both her body and young Lark’s.
The two women found themselves slapping and sliding against each other as
their lush bodies automatically tried to avoid the dangerous electric
current.
As she slid and flopped, Batgirl found that breath would no longer come to
her. Her ability to breathe had been stalled due to the shock that was piercing
her. She tried to collect herself enough to restart her breathing again,
but she could not catch a break in the waves of pain. Lark was not doing
any better. Batgirl watched helplessly as Lark began to turn purple from
the strain on her body and the lack of oxygen. Batgirl had only one idea
to get them both breathing again, at least temporarily.
Batgirl launched her body violently into Lark’s, driving her young partner
into the opposite side of the chamber. The jolt shook them enough to get
them breathing again, but their breaths came in ragged, frantic gasps. Batgirl
clenched her teeth, thankful for the ball gag, for without it she surely
would have bitten her tongue in two.
As she looked past her flying hair and the splashing gel, she could plainly
see that Lark was in just as much, if not more, pain than she was. Lark had
slipped down further into the gel, which now covered the girl past her firm
34 C cup breasts. Lark was convulsing and her blue eyes began rolling up
into her head.
Even through the haze of pain from the electrical current, Batgirl knew that
she had to do something to help her young partner.
She's...going...to...die,” Batgirl thought
laboredly,
if...I...don't...do...something...
Without
further debate, the Veteran heroine reared her bound and tortured body back
and then drove forward using her back to head butt Lark violently.
To the Batgirl’s relief, she could clearly see that her friend had been
knocked out cold. The girl slumped back against the
plexiglass, eyes closed and face relaxed, but body
still convulsing. To Batgirl’s horror, her movements had thrown her
forward and over, sinking her completely into the gel. “No!
Gnnnnhhh!
Gnnnnhhh!
Arrggghhhh!”
The Red Masque casually got up and walked over to Teen Shadow. The
"My
dear heroine," he said in heavily accented English. "Let us continue, shall
we?"
"He removed her ball gag and let it fall to the thick, white rug.
"Get away from me you son-of-a-bitch!” Brandi screamed. She shook her
head back and forth, but the Red Masque caught and held it easily.
"We are going to have a little fun," he spoke from a crouch while holding
her head still. "You are going to give me oral pleasure."
"Fuck you!"
"Such language," he smiled. "You are going to give me oral pleasure, or I
will let those two fry. It is I who has to shut off the power to my little
playpen. If I don't, they will die a horrible death."
Brandi froze. She knew that she really had no choice, however horrible the
consequences. She could not let those women die.
But this man was a monster; she did not even want to think of touching him
in any way, never mind that way. "What will it be,
cherie
?" Behind the man, Brandi could hear the suffering and pathetic moans
of Batgirl and Lark
Brandi barely nodded.
"Ah,
good. Now here are the rules,” the Frenchman
stated.” If you bite me, I turn the electricity back on... if you don't
please me...I turn the electricity back on... if I do not cum...I turn the
electricity back
on.”
“Do
you understand?"
"Anything, you son of a bitch, just shut the power off before they become
vegetables!"
The Red Masque's smile broadened. "I like you. You are a feisty one."
"Do it!" Brandi screamed.
The killer laughed. As he stood, he pressed a button on the remote control.
The sizzle and the thrashing from inside the chamber stopped. There was now
only a gurgling noise.
The Red Masque grabbed Brandi by the shoulders and spun her around on the
bed so that she was no longer facing the chamber. She let out a short yelp
as her shoulders were stretched in their sockets.
"Good. Now my view is complete, he replied, eyeing his head man Bull, who
stood in the shadows watching. "Ok, little heroine.
Do not disappoint me."
Brandi stared wide-eyed as the man removed his engorged penis from his pants.
It was stiff and veined, with the tip seemingly glaring at her. The member
hung before her with its owner's hand gripping it.
"Take it in your mouth."
Brandi’s lips were slightly parted in amazement and horror. A thin line
of saliva connected her thin young lips. She dreaded the thought of that
man even near her, never mind in her mouth. In her mind, she wished the whole
situation away, praying that someone would wake her up from this horrible
nightmare.
"Take it in your mouth, you little bitch, or I'll fry those two from the
inside out." He held up the remote control threateningly, his shark-like
teeth clenched.
In her mind, Brandi wanted nothing more than to make all of it...the murders,
her capture, her eminent torture...make all of it go away. She closed her
eyes and prayed that the horror would all be gone when she opened her eyes.
"You better take me into your mouth, you fucking whore, or you'll hear those
two screaming for mercy for the rest of your short, miserable life!"
Brandi knew, however, that none of it was going to go away. She knew that
she had to make it go away herself. She knew that the only option which any
of them had was for her to stall for time until they had some kind of break,
until the Red Masque and his henchmen let down their guard.
Then and only then could they even think about making a
move.
The murderous fiend held all of the cards.
With her eyes still closed, Brandi reluctantly opened her mouth to allow
the human monster entrance.
The Red Masque let out a triumphant laugh as he plunged his cock into the
helpless heroine's soft mouth. Brandi jumped with surprise and shock as her
mouth was filled with the man's sweaty prick. Her eyes popped open and she
found herself fighting against choking.
"That's it...take it all, you bitch..." he said in French.
Brandi gagged as the man's member poked her in the back of her throat. She
was reminded of brushing her teeth as a child. She would experiment with
brushing her tongue to clean it, especially after she drank Hi-C, or some
other colored drink.
She would always find herself gagging on the brush after allowing it to go
back too far. Only this time, she could not stop herself. And it was not
a toothbrush that was in her mouth. The man's member repeatedly hit her in
the back of the throat, and all she could do was gag around it.
Inside the chamber, Batgirl found herself sliding down into the green gel
while lying on her side. The slimy substance slowly claimed her inch by inch,
yet she could not find the strength to right herself. Her body, drained of
energy from the electrical torture, was helpless as she slid into the gel
and it began to cover her face.
Using all the reserves of strength she had remaining, the Veteran crime fighter
twitched her head and neck slightly, but only enough for her nostrils to
remain free. She had bought herself another few seconds. She found herself
doubting that it would be enough.
Brandi felt her own situation deteriorate as the Red Masque grabbed her head
and used his hands and arms to give his thrusts more leverage. Breathing
was taken out of Brandi’s control then. Breath
coming only, when her lungs compressed through force or sheer luck.
Her vision became a strobe of clamped shut redness or of candle lit horror
whenever her delicate lids fluttered open.
Soon, the bound heroine began to feel the signs of oxygen deprivation. Her
willpower fled and she despaired that she would suffocate with the sweaty
cock of a serial killer jammed down her throat.
All the while, the Red Masque laughed devilishly, thrusting into the powerless
young woman's violated mouth...using the same strength that he had used earlier,
when he was thrusting into her vagina.
Batgirl could do nothing more than to take in a lungful of air before she
completely slipped underneath the green ooze. She was sickened as the slimy
substance crawled over her smooth features and covered up her nostrils, for
what she thought could very well be the last time.
As weak as she was, she already felt the thudding in her chest as her battered
body immediately demanded oxygen. She found herself hoping against hope,
that the young Teen Shadow was only half as resourceful and wily as she had
heard she was.
For the
Brandi’s
eyes flew open as she felt the Red Masque stiffened. She struggled vainly
as he clutched her face to his crotch and buried his prick up to the hilt.
Immediately, the villain's hot cum filled the back of the helpless heroine's
throat.
Her scream, foolishly and impulsively done, causing only the wasting of the
remaining oxygen in her lungs, turned into a sick gurgle.
Brandi wanted to vomit, to spit the foul stuff out and into the Red Masque's
face, but the only option which was now afforded to her weak body was to
swallow the thick, warm semen.
Her mouth and throat worked in involuntary unison to swallow the vile fluid,
for no other reason than to open an airway for the girl to breathe. Brandi
sucked and pulled on the intruding member, her thin lips milking the man's
pulsing cock, consuming mouthful after mouthful of the body heated cum into
her nauseated belly.
Very soon, the sucking was robot-like as Brandi’s suffocating brain
shut everything down except for that which could remove the cum and the penis,
thereby making room for oxygen. Her big, green eyes glazed over as her
consciousness faded.
As she slumped over onto the Red Masque's throbbing, spurting cock, Brandi
found herself hoping against hope that Batgirl &
Lark
were ok, and that they could somehow intervene. But, she feared,
the truth was...
* * *
After several hours, Brandi
slowly regained consciousness. She moaned slightly as her senses gradually
returned. Taking in a deep breath first, she instinctively flexes the well-toned
muscles in her arms, but finds, she can’t move them at
all.
Shaking off the final effects
of her previous unconsciousness, she opens her eyes and finds out why. While
she was out, her captors had chained her up vertically against a brick wall.
Her arms and legs, were stretched out and chained
to the wall in a spread-eagled position, and still completely naked.
For a moment, she panicked, pulling against her bonds, in a futile attempt
to break free of her bonds, remembering being spread-eagled early, before
she was so savagely raped by the
Frenchman.
“It’s no use,”
a voice responded to hear right.
Immediately, Brandi turned her attention to the voice. It was Batgirl! She
too was chained to the wall in the same manner as she was. Looking further
to her right, beside Batgirl, was Lark, also chained up, spread-eagled and
naked as she and Batgirl were.
It took Brandi only a few moments to fully understand Batgirl’s comment,
as she checked out the restraints that held her in place. Brandi forced herself
to calm down. “Any ideas?” she inquired of Batgirl, as to her escape
plans.
Batgirl yanked violently on her restraints, before looking over at a frightened
Lark. “No,” she almost whispered, lowering her head in defeat,
as The Frenchman and his goons strolled in from the other room.
“Ah,
Cherie!...you are awake...all of you... good!”
he delighted, taking a position, so that he faced all three heroines equally.
“I had feared, that you may have been out for
hours
more.”
“Let us go you bastard!”
Lark bravely spoke
out.
The Frenchman chuckled slightly.
“Sorry little one,” he responded.
“but, I have not yet finished enjoying your
bodies yet. But, take heart...I will release you soon,” he added.
“From this world at
least.”
The Frenchman was silent for
a moment, as he looked over the naked crime fighters. “Such beauty,”
he announced. I cannot decide which of you I wish to take to my bed
next?
“Although, I have taken you once tonight,” he addressed Brandi.
“I have not dismissed you from my choices. But, I do so enjoy new conquests.
And it would be rude of me to take your body again and again...while ignoring
The Frenchman is once again silent.
“But, then again,” he announced. “What does a man’s penis
care what pussy it plunges into.”
The Frenchman walks in closer to them. “So,” he responds. “We
shall have to decide...the old fashioned way...as you Americans
say...”
"Let's
get started, shall we? Eniee..." He said fondling
Batgirl's breast.
"Meniee...miniee...moe..."
He continued, taking Brandi’s breasts next into his grasp.
"Catcha...tiger...by the..." The villain tweaked
Brandi’s nipple hard enough for her to wince in pain.
"Toe...if he...hollers...Let him...go...out...Goes...Y...O...You!”
The evil man crushed and twisted Brandi’s breast. She screamed in
pain.
"Well, it looks like the young Teen Shadow is out of the game. Now it's just
you and Lark, Batgirl. "You first,
Batgirl...eniee...meniee...
"Miniee...moe...
Catcha...tiger... "By the...toe..." He continued,
as he thrust his finger into the Girl Wonder's
pussy.
“Stop it!!” Batgirl protested, her chains clanking against the
wall from her futile struggles, as The Frenchman strokes her clitoris, feeling
a stirring of unwanted sexual
desire.
The Frenchman grinned, when moved
to
Lark.
“Unnh! No!!”
Lark struggled in protest, as the Frenchmen’s hand slid between her
thighs, to cup her virgina in his hand. Lark clenched her teeth, and struggled
in vain against his advances.
Then it was back to Batgirl.
"Miniee...moe...Catcha...tiger...By the...toe..." The Frenchman continued.
"If he...hollers... Let him...go... Out...goes...
"Y...O...
"You!" The Red Masque jammed three of his fingers deep
into Batgirl. "Well, my dear Lark," the Red Masque purred, as he moved over
to play with Lark’s nipples. "It looks like you are the only one left...I
guess it's you who will get to share my
bed.”
Lark,
knowing what was about to happen, began to struggle even harder, as the Frenchman
stepped back, to let his men release her chains, and carry her over to the
king-sized bed which awaited her. ”Stop it!!” Lark protested, as
her arms and legs were stretched out and tied in a spread-eagled position
upon the
bed.
“Enjoy the spectacle,” The Frenchman
laughed, fondling Batgirl’s breasts. "Be assured...all of you will
experience a little French loving,” he stated, turning to make his way
toward the now helplessly bound
Lark.
For a moment, The Frenchman studied
Lark’s nakedness, then slowly, he began to
remove his pants. A minute later, Lark gasped in horror, when his manhood
sprang from his
trousers.
The Frenchman, glared for a moment
at the remaining two heroines, taking in their look of total helplessness
then, with a sadistic grin, he turned his attention to
Lark.
"No!” Lark protested, as
his fingers invaded her orifice. Batgirl and Brandi watched helplessly as
the man sucked on Lark’s breasts and fingered her pussy until he felt
his cock grow rock-hard in anticipation of his
conquest.
"Now my little heroic side kick...now, it is time
for what you Americans call ...the Main
event.”
“You filthy
bastard!!” Batgirl screamed as she stared in helpless horror
as the Frenchman posed himself
to enter Lark. Brandi
turned away. She could not bare to witness Lark’s
plight...knowing personally, the agony that she would soon experience, when
the Frenchman forced his enormous erection between the young heroine’s
thighs.
"Aagghhh!"
Lark screamed in pain as her rapist brutally drove his huge cock into her.
Although, racked in pain, Lark refused to scream out, limiting her response
to only loud grunts, trying to deny her rapist as little satisfaction as
she could to her rape, while the sadistic Frenchman began to thrust in and
out her with strong powerful strokes.
After what seemed like an hour of grunting and panting rape, the man
"No!!...Lark
struggled beneath him, as she felt him ready to cum.
With a sickening feeling of
revulsion, Lark
felt her rapist shoot
his hot wad deep into her womb. Lark suppressed her tears, as the rapist
atop her body
The
Frenchman, grinned in conquest, as he got up off
of her and called to his henchman Bull. “Bull,” he commented, looking
towards Batgirl for a reaction. “Would you like to enjoy some of her
delights?”
Bull nodded and quickly stripped, immediately crawling in between Lark’s
legs. The well endowed henchman, wasted little time before quickly thrusting
into her.
Bull’s
cock was nearly a third larger that the Frenchman’s organ was, and Lark
did scream this time, as her second rapist plunged into her.
After, Bull pulled out of her, The Frenchman ordered the ravished young heroine
to be placed back into chains beside Batgirl and Teen Shadow. Lark put up
little struggle, as she was released from the bed, and slumped half-conscious
in her restraints, after being re-bound to the
wall.
“You fucking animal!!”
Batgirl Yelled out loud, as the Frenchman
stood
before her, with a gloating expression on his face. “If
it is the last thing I ever do...I’ll kill you for what you’ve
done to Lark!”
“My my...what a temper you
have my dear,” The Frenchman teased, taking Batgirl’s bare breast
in his left hand, while fondling the nipple of her other breast between his
thumb and forefinger. “But, the fact is...none of you will be alive
soon to make good your
vendettas.”
“Don’t worry,”
the Frenchman, added, giving her breast a mild slap, before backing away.
“I would not dream of taking your lives, before I get the chance to
experience your lovely pussy
Batgirl.”
With that, He turned away without
another word, followed by several henchmen, to leave the three helpless heroines
alone to await their next fate. Immediately, the three naked women, fought
violently against their bonds, their bared breasts bouncing around wildly
on their chests, as the prospect of furthur rape...and even possible death,
seemed inevitable.
* * *
Several hours later, the exhausted
heroines hung limply from their chains. They tried to find a way to escape
their bonds, in the time they were alone, but their captors were very efficient
in their work.
Suddenly, without warning, Batgirl felt a presence in the room. Looking up
she noticed an all too familiar face. “Sorry to keep you waiting
Cherie,” The familiar form of the Frenchman announced, looking into
the eyes of the other two heroines, who looked up when they heard their
captor’s voice.
“I wanted to be fresh for time
together,”
Silently,
The Frenchman signaled, and Batgirl is immediately
surrounded by a foursome of henchmen, who quickly removed her from her chains,
and drag her struggling form over towards the bed in the corner, which has
known the futile struggles of two other heroines this
night.
Once Batgirl is spread-eagled and bound for her inevitable rape session,
the henchmen disperse, leaving The Frenchman once again, to gaze upon the
nakedness of his helpless
prize.
“Just get it over with you
bastard!” Batgirl responded, feeling The Frenchman’s eyes explore
her feminine
charms.
“Beautiful and
courageous,” Her rapist replied, as he slowly lowers himself down on
top of his prize. “We shall see if you can keep your composure better
than your young counterparts did, when I took them in this same
bed.”
The Frenchman took his time with Batgirl. Unlike how he immediately thrust
into both Lark and Teen Shadow...he chose to thoroughly enjoy
the
“Ummm...oooh,” she moaned against her
will.
If it wasn’t for the fact that she was being raped, she could loose
herself in what The Frenchman was doing to her. She suppressed any furthur
moans, but the Frenchman had already noticed her
reaction.
Grinning, he moved down and started to take her orally. At first, he slowly
just teased her with his tongue, then soon he had
his face buried between her
thighs.
“UMMMMMM!, Batgirl moaned,
despite her restraint, when the Frenchman nibbled on her clit.
“No...stop!...I mustn’t,” she screamed,
as she was forced close to an intense
orgasm.
Just as Batgirl was about to
climax...The Frenchman suddenly stopped his oral attack on her sex, and savagely
thrust into her. Batgirl was trapped for a moment in her reactions. One moment,
she was about to climax, the next, she felt as though she was being split
in two by her rapist’s huge
cock.
Batgirl’s breasts bounced
up and down on her chest, as The Frenchman buried his entire organ in her,
and slammed in & out of her pussy.
“OOOOOhh...cherie!...you feel soooo good!”
he groaned, leaning forward on top of her to force his lips to her
mouth.
Out of the corner of her eye,
Batgirl watched in horror, as Teen shadow and Lark were being raped as well
by The Frenchman’s goons. Their hands were bound behind their backs,
and they had been thrown on the hard floor on the other side of the room...where
several well endowed henchmen quickly forced themselves between their
legs.
The Frenchman paid no mind to
the gang rape happening on the other side of the room. Not that he would
have objected, but his mind was into fucking the heroine beneath
him.
“OOOOHHH...yeah!” His head
henchman Bull moaned, thrusting in & out of Teen Shadow. “Your Pussy
is just as nice as your twin bitches was over there,” he laughed, referring
to lark, who’s virgina was being pounded my a
man they refer to as Rail. So named because of his tall
lanky
body. Rail
may have been skinny, but his cock made up for his lack of girth. He was
six foot tall, 165 lbs, and had a cock, a foot long, and wide as a chair
leg. A fact that Lark was finding out first
hand.
Two other goons, awaited their turn with the young
heroines.
“Speak for
yourself,” Rooster spoke up. “I got my
cock throbbin for the little Bat Birdie Rail is
fucking,” he commented. “Come on Rail...shoot
your fucking cum wad, and get off the
bitch!”
Rail went on for ten more minutes, then grunted
loudly as he came hard inside his victim. Bull was still pumping Teen Shadow,
when Rooster mounted Lark...a fact that upset Rock to no
end.
“Shit!” Rock cursed, watching with Rail, as both The Frenchman
and Bull were still steadily humping away at Batgirl & Teen Shadow.
“Fuck...I can’t wait any longer!!” he yelled, looking for
a moment at Bull...then the Frenchman. He knew better to interrupt
them...so, he grabbed Rooster around the neck and
yanked him off of
Lark.
Lark was in a state of shock
for a moment, as Rooster’s rock-hard penis, was suddenly yanked from
her virgina, then she quickly came to her senses, and did a back flip, to
spring to her
feet.
For the moment, no one noticed
her. The Frenchman was still pounding away at Batgirl, so was Bull...and
Rooster and Rock were fighting for the right to
fuck
her.
Time seemed to stand still. Lark
was weak, but determined to take this one chance. She looked at Rail...but
he was distracted by the fight going
on. Then with the quickness of
a gazelle...she ran forward, still bound to plow into Bull, to knock him
off of Teen
Shadow.
Fortunately, Brandi had witnessed
Lark’s maneuver and was ready.
As soon as, the massive form of Bull no longer pinned her to the floor, she
did a similar back flip, and kicked Rail hard in the mid section, when he
advanced of her.
Lark ducked under Rock’s attempted punch, and knocked him to the floor,
with a leg sweep.
“AAAAAgggg!!”
Rock groaned, as she finished him off with a hark kick to his
face.
Two down, Lark and Brandi nod
silent instructions to each other, then Brandi turns to engage Bull and Rooster,
Lark turns her attention to the
Frenchman.
Responding, the Frenchman slashes
at the young heroine with his
knife.
“Fucking
Bastard!!” Lark screamed, as she slams her foot hard into
his unprotected
groin.
“OOOOOHHHHHHFFFFF!!!” The Frenchman groaned,
clutching his balls, as he falls to his knees in pain.
“You...Bi...t!!” he groaned one last time before her fell face
first, unconscious on the cold
floor.
Lark wasted little time, as she
retrieved her fallen opponent’s knife and sawed through her ropes. For
a moment, she had forgotten that Brandi had engaged the two remaining goons,
and sliced away Batgirl’s ropes, to free her veteran partner from her
undignified spread-eagled position on the
Frenchman’s
bed.
“I’m alright!
Help Shadow!” Batgirl urges, when Lark tries
to help her up.
Suddenly remembering Brandi’s engagement on the remaining Goons, Lark
rushes, now with the use of her fists, as well as her skillful Martial Arts
trained feet, to aid her teammate in
battle.
But, the
assistance, was about 5 seconds
late.
Just as Lark was deciding her
plan of attack, Teen Shadow, was taking down the second of two henchmen,
with a spinning Karate
kick.
“Why?” Brandi replied, taking another quick look at the unconscious
goons, before walking Lark’s way. “There
was only TWO of
them.”
Lark laughed silently, as she sliced away Brandi’s
bonds.
When the two of them rejoined Barbara, Brandi
looked
for the first time into the Dark Maiden’s face. Suddenly,
something very familiar, flashed in her
mind.
“What?” Lark puzzled,
seeing a similar look in Barbara’s face.
A moment passed in silence, then Barbara broke the
trance. “Come on!”
“Batgirl...?
Lark insisted.
Barbara hesitated, looking to Brandi for a moment, before continuing her
task. “I’ll tell you later,” she
stated.
Lark shrugs in frustration, then follows Batgirl’s
lead.
* *
*
After the Police arrive to cart off
the villains, Barbara invites Brandi over to their house, for a moment of
rest and relaxation, after the events of the their
savage
ordeal.
The first thing on all of their
agendas, was a long hot
shower. Sarah
took
“So..?
what have you guys been gabbing
about?" She inquired,
pouring
“Sarah, you never
met my mother...did you?," Barbara asked.
Barbara smiled. “She was,"
she replied, getting a mysterious agreeing nod from Brandi, before continuing.
“She always had a kind heart and reached out to almost anyone in need.
“But, you know all that already," Barbara
stated.
“What you don't know, she
added. Is that 5 years before I was born, Dad had
a young girl in my parents
home as a foster child. Her name was Karen...like your
mother"
Sarah watched her closely, as
she unfurled her story.
“She was 3 years old at
the time she came to live with them...and they quickly fell in love with
her. But, then after almost 2
“The girl's mother
... a recovering drug addict, beat her addiction
and wanted her daughter
back. At first, Mom & Dad,
“They quickly
saw that the woman was on the level ... she had held a steady job for a year,
and passed monthly
drug
“She
had a genuine love for the little girl. And Mom could see that in her eyes,
so could dad...even though he tried not
to. Barbara is silent for
a few
moments. “So, the woman took her from them!" Barbara
stated.
“They heard from
the girl as she grew up from time to time. About 20 years ago she married,
and not too long after had
a
“Brandi!”
A few seconds, pass
as Sarah absorbs what was said, then she looks at Brandi, who Nods.
“Yep...I’m Brandi,” she
confirms,
“So...what does all
this mean...exactly..? Sarah
inquires.
“Sarah,” Barbara started.
“I asked Brandi to be part of our family...In a way, she always has
been.”
Sarah hesitates, before answering,
“Cool,” she
responded
simply.
Barbara
smiles. “Well, she announced. “I guess you two can consider
yourselves Sisters...if you want
to?”
Brandi &
Sarah look at each other for a moment, then nod.
“Works for me,” Brandi
agrees.
“Me
too!” Sarah seconds the
idea.
Another second of silence passes,
then Sarah motions. “Come on...If your Going
to be part of this Clan? You got
about
The
End.