GOLD
Return of Rakshasa: IMPALER IV
Written by Mr. K
Golden Bat breathed in time with them. In. Out. In. Out. She smelled the
hair in her face, her hair, the womans hair, Roadmasters hair.
She could smell the salt on their skin, the semen that was smeared on her
face, and the vagina juices that had soaked her.
There was still the mass of dildos up her ass and in her vagina.
She also sensed a new presence about her. Her body had outlasted the sex
storm, the dust, and now she was fully aware. She didnt care to fuck
any more. She just had to get out of there.
She could feel the weight of the man and woman pressing down on her. Roadmaster
had joined his old lady in her ravaging of Golden Bat. He had raged about
that skinny freak taking his golden girl, and took out his
frustration on the two women. As his female cohort fucked Golden Bat, thrusting
angrily with her dildo, he entered her from behind. They fucked as one organism,
one undulating mass with Golden Bat on the bottom.
She realized that this was where she had been before. Pinned. This was what
she hated most. Being pinned.
When the enemy was at arms length, she could use leaping, her strength,
her Sound - the weapon that made her the Golden Bat. It could be radar, it
could be a sonic blast, but it felt almost useless when her senses were numbed
and her body pinned. Even if she wasnt actually neutralized, the feeling
of being closed in always left her feeling powerless.
Stuck under the Roadmaster and his woman, Golden Bat realized that it was
the captors who had trapped her this way that made her feel the most helpless.
Even when she could still use her weapons, she went into a type of panic
that would not allow her to.
When The Sculptor gassed her and mummified her, she felt the panic. Her entire
body wrapped in super-strong bandages, with only narrow slits for her eyes,
Golden Bat felt that claustrophobic panic. As he felt her big, high breasts
through the wrapping, all she could offer was muffled protests.
Now, the remnants of the Impalers dust were done, and the captors,
Roadmaster and his woman, were spent. Hours had passed, and the two were
exhausted. They panted atop their young captive. And she still felt the panic.
Their words passed back and forth.
Baby, Roadmaster whispered to the
blond.
Yeah? she sighed. Golden Bat, bound and sore from the overwhelming
fucking, listened to them.
You wanna fuck her some more, or kill her?
He was lifting his bulk up from the sex sandwich, groaning. Golden Bat felt
the extra weight lift, and saw his sweaty bulk crest over the two women.
Half-smirking, eyes drowsy, the hedonistic biker looked down at the pile
of blond. His woman was sprawled, face-down, eyes closed, while Golden Bat
looked up at him from beneath her. Still mute from the dildo, she could only
stare at the big man.
Lets take her out back ... kill her in the tub, then go find
Gold. I wanna beat up on Gold some more. Get her
ready.
Roadmaster shambled away and left them alone. Golden Bats eyes met
the womans, which were drowsy with sex, but gloating and still
hungry.
You were good. God, that was hours, wasnt it?
She undid the girls bindings, letting the long, shapely limbs move
and stretch again. She pulled Golden Bat up by her hair. Like a scolding
school marm, she put the girl over her lap, and removed the dildos. The ass
intruder slid out silently, and pussy violator came out with a moist report
and a small pop. She then yanked Golden Bat up. Sleek, and smeared with sex,
the long-legged beauty allowed herself to be pulled up to a seated position.
Her big dancers thighs flexed in the spandex. The smell of the
womans flesh filled her head again as the woman pulled her against
her own body and pinned her arms behind her back.
There was a clanking of chains.
Youre cuffing me.
I am. She had picked up a pair of hand cuffs and chained Golden
Bats wrists behind her back.
To take me outside and kill me, now that youre
done.
Kill you, then kill Gold after we find her.
She pulled the girl up again, and shoved her forward. Past junk, car parts,
and boxes of supplies, the topless woman in pantyhose and heels pushed the
staggering, chained heroine. Both of them spoke with weak, exhausted
voices.
Im gonna lecrocute you, the woman
said.
Electricity. Golden Bats body shuddered at the word. She had
an intimate relationship with electricity. She learned that on the day that
she battled the super-charged villain named Surge. Beaten, backed into a
corner, she had watched him penetrate Ruby Q. Massive volts ran through his
cock and into her. Now he stepped over her fallen form, and approached Golden
Bat with his massive, sparking cock in his hand.
She would learn a lesson about her weaknesses and strengths that night.
You hear me? She shoved Golden Bat, watching with delight as
the curvy blond in torn spandex feel to her knees. Roadmasters woman
pulled her up, slapped her ass, and propelled her forward.
She had been here, also. Golden Bat flashed back to two of Ms. V henchmen
walking her down a long hallway. Her wrists were chained then also, and she
wore a viciously tight chastity belt that night. Her pussy, now claimed by
Ms. V, as going to be kept safe and sound until she wanted to torture it
again. The two thugs shoved her along, and sealed her in a tall, plastic
display tube. It was labeled GOLDEN BAT, and was small enough that it squeezed
her ample breasts and thighs.
Now, she was being shoved along to her
death.
Electricity.
In the lot behind Roadmasters garage, was the tub. It was just that.
A huge, rusty, metal tub. At one point, it was used to test for air bubbles
escaping from punctured tires. Now, it stood beside a generator, awaiting
captives. This was where Roadmaster shocked his victims.
Get in the water, Golden Bat.
Golden Bat was silent, while her captor prattled drunkenly.
Get in, bitch! My old man dont wanna fuck you no more. Were
gonna fry you up now.
It was a strangely quiet night for the city, and the splash echoed as Golden
Bat, expressionless, climbed into the vat sat in the water. It came up to
her breasts, cresting over the smooth round globes. Her costume was wet now,
and shimmered. She watched through sleepy eyes as the half-naked woman tested
the battery, sparks leaping between the two clamps.
Hold still, bitch.
The big-breasted heroine watched, and felt, and winced as the captor clamped
the jagged mouths of the clamps on to her nipples. She held up a third, then
simply let it fall into the water between the big thighs.
The sadist beamed as she walked back to the generator, winked at the woman
shed spent hours fucking, and turned on the power. She had helped
Roadmaster torture many people in this tub. They were usually big, ugly men
who hadnt paid up on protection for their nasty clubs and whorehouses.
They looked ugly, and died ugly.
This woman was a dish. She was all sex, and she would die sexy. The thick
muscles in her thighs stiffened and shook below the water. Her jaw clenched,
her breasts thrust up, and Golden Bat rode the currents of electricity that
surged through her body. Usually, she killed them in bursts, but tonight
she just let volt after volt rush through Golden Bats tortured body.
Golden Bat shook. And shook. And shook.
And finally, when the woman thought that she saw enough of the light go out
in her victims eyes. She turned off the power. There was a sort of
hiss, and Golden Bat slipped beneath the water.
The woman laughed.
She sauntered up to the tub, beaming and laughing.
She leaned over the water to see the dead woman at the bottom of the
tub.
She heard the sound of hand cuffs breaking.
Gold no longer hung by her hair. That had grown old. She heard him mutter
something about too much of a good thing when he undid the blondness and
let her drop.
Now she was on her side on the floor, long legs curled up, one arm sagging
across her waist, the other up by her face. Her hair was still twisted into
the long, cruel pony tail that had suspended her. Her eyes were open, but
vacant.
He wants you to give yourself to him. Why not just surrender to
Rakshasa? Impaler was sitting in a plush chair. His pike was across
his lap, and he was sipping an herbal tea from her
kitchen.
Golds voice, usually throaty and lush, came out in strained, tortured
chirps.
Cant let ... him ... win. Evil....
But hes already won, love.
He rolled her on to her back. Her arms flopped open, her head rocked from
side to side. She looked up at him with sleepy, depleted eyes. Impaler put
one black boot down on her. Between her big breasts.
Hes won, but theres a problem.
He pressed down hard, then shifted his foot over to her right tit. He mashed
her breast harder and harder.
You see, I was sent here to make you give up to Rakshasa, but Ive
become addicted to you. Ive killed and drained several heroines, but
Im addicted to yours.
She watched a smile spread across his face. This was nothing new - a tormenting
villain professing his need, love, desire for her. Thorne wrote songs for
her while she was in chains. Geneveve turned her into a statue and placed
her in her bedroom just to have her near. The Horseman promised to hang Bora
unless Gold professed her love for him between rounds of sucking his
cock.
I love you, Horseman.
Gasping.
I love you, Horseman.
Cum streamers stretched between her sensuously full lips.
Now, Impaler wanted to own her.
I want to keep you, Gold. I dont want to give you to him. You
see...
He got down close to her now, balancing his tea on her left
breast.
Before Rak gave me these powers, I didnt have much luck with
the ladies. Ive had more orgasms tonight than ever before. Yours were
the best. I want you. You see....
He sipped his tea and placed it on her breast again.
Ill keep you, and kill you over and over and
...
The beaten woman felt a presence, like a force of nature, enter the room.
She felt Impaler stiffen beside her, and felt his fear for the first
time.
Rakshasa...
Gold was the ultimate passive observer. Stretched out on floor, legs spread,
knees up, she watched as Impaler was levitated by the powers that had beaten
her many times before. Tilting her head a bit, she could see Rakshasa sitting
where Impaler had been. She could see Impaler, once cool and collected, now
frantic and flailing in midair. He was the puppet now.
So, you were going to keep my Gold, huh?
NO! GOD! I was just...
And now youre lying to me. Tracy? Gold? Which shall I call you?
Did you hear him say that he wanted to keep you? Thats what I
heard.
Impaler looked to his pike, to Rakshasa, to Gold. Rakshasa was in his handsome
human form, and had that same smug male ego look that Impaler had shown a
moment before. He turned his finger in a circle, and Impaler
rotated.
Hubris! Hubris defeated you, Impaler. After a night of victories, you
forgot your place. Too much pride. Just like Gold here. If she would just
surrender, i would free her friends, take her instead. I would take what
I desire most.
Impalers eyes shot back and forth between his master and Gold. He let
out a scream. Then Impaler ended. Gold was covered in a shower of fine, white
power as Impaler was reduced to dust by Rakshasa. She lay still in the blanket
of her enemy.
Well, Gold. What now?
She started to move. Slowly, she began to roll to one side, trying to press
herself up, dust pouring off her body.
Are you planning on fighting me, Gold?
He laughed, but she continued. He felt the impulse to simply kill her, or
reduce her dust, but he held back. He wanted to play by his own
rules.
Surrender to me, bitch! You have no more powers! Youre beaten!
Youre weak! I hold have the superheroines in the city in captivity!
GIVE UP!
Now, she was on her knees, rocking from sheer exhaustion. He stared, dumbfounded.
His minion had won. He had won, but she simply would not tell him to take
her. That was the plan. That was what he designed.
Turn them loose, she said.
What did you say?
She gathered her breath, pain still making a nest in her chest. She looked
him in the eye.
I said...
Both of them were shocked by the sound of breaking glass. Sleek and gleaming,
wet and angry, Golden Bat swung through the window of Tracys apartment
on a rope. There was a new energy in her, a fierceness. She released the
sonic blast, and aimed herself at Rakshasa.
The tiger man rolled his eyes.
This grows tiresome, he moaned. He blinked, and Golden Bat was
turned to stone. Her petrified form fell beside Gold.
Tiresome. Im taking my leave of you ladies. Well try this
again in a bit.
He was gone in a puff of smoke.
Morning found two blonds in golden body suits on an apartment rooftop. Exhausted,
the beauties leaned against each other and watched the sun
rise.
I was going to surrender, Gold said. I figured you were
dead and ...
They tortured me with electricity! Golden Bats perkiness
grated against Golds exhaustion .
Got your powers back, huh?
And I was good to go. Just like when Surge fucked
me.
Gold looked off into the sunrise again.
Hes more powerful than all of us, you know, she
said.
And hell be back.