Fucking
with Freedom Girl
By Marcus Lycus
Hello and welcome to Fucking with
Freedom Girl. This is a done
in one story with a new character and a new villain though some characters
from my other stories do appear. The structure is a bit of an experiment
but it should make sense pretty soon.
I hope you all like it.
Legal Horrors – Characters and
text are copyright Marcus Lycus. The Global Protectors and Megapolis are
copyright Doctor Droid.
What does that legal gibberish
mean? It means you can’t
repost this story or use the characters created in it without my permission.
And since this story is meant for
people over the age of 18, please don’t read it if you are younger than
that. Any resemblance between
characters in this story and any actual persons living or dead is purely
coincidental of course.
And finally, please e-mail me with
any comments, complaints or suggestions. Remember feedback leads to more
stories!
Marcus Lycus
April
2006
Prologue – TAKE 26
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday
the 13th. The young
heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her
head. How could she be so
foolish? Something like that
could betray her while on patrol.
Not that there was much chance of her coming across any
crime. She’d been from
one end of Megapolis to the other.
From the slums of Hyung’s Town to the concrete canyons of
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
BAM!
The gunshot echoed through the quiet streets.
“Or not…”
Freedom Girl fearlessly jumped through the skylight into the warehouse and saw two thugs holding some scientists hostage. The robbers seemed to be expecting her; they opened fire as soon as she entered. With her magically enhanced agility and speed she easily dodged their shots and landed lightly on a crate behind them.
“Nice try boys but you’ll have to do better than tha-“
Without pausing the two gunmen turned to the hostages and opened fire.
“NO!” Freedom Girl screamed as the bullets hit the innocent civilians in the stomach. She punched out the gunmen in record time and ran to the hostages. She dropped her knees next to the closest one; he was howling and writhing in pain. They were still alive, but all three had been shot in the gut. They were in a lot of pain and bleeding heavily. She reached into her cargo pants for her cell phone when something sharp hit her right in the wrist. She cried out in pain as a black gloved fist landed in her face. She fell on her back dazed for a second, which was all the time her attacker needed to snatch the enchanted medallion from her belt buckle. She opened her eyes a second later. Without her medallion she wasn’t Freedom Girl any more. She was just a scared 17 year old girl facing a menacing man in black leather.
“Hello Tiffany, ready for another round?”
How did he know her real name? She’d never seen this villain before in her life!
“This time you’re really gonna pay!” Two sharp knives appeared in his gloved hands. He sliced towards her breasts.
She screamed.
TAKE 1
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday
the 13th. The young
heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her
head. How could she be so
foolish? Something like that
could betray her while on patrol.
Not that there was much chance of her coming across any
crime. She’d been from
one end of Megapolis to the other.
From the slums of Hyung’s Town to the concrete canyons of
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
BAM!
The gunshot echoed through the quiet streets.
“Or not…” She set out to investigate.
***
Freedom Girl – This new heroine
claims to be the daughter of Colonel Liberty and a Polish freedom fighter
he met while battling the Evil Empire. Colonel Liberty refuses to comment
on her story but did praise her as a “bright, hard-working and patriotic
heroine”. She wears a magic
belt buckle created by Paul Revere that gives her enhanced strength and
agility. Her costume consists
of a blue long-sleeved bare-midriff top decorated with white stars and white
cargo pants decorated with red stripes.
– The Kirby Guide to Heroes and Heroines 2006
Edition
***
Freedom Girl fearlessly jumped through the skylight into the warehouse. Two thugs with guns were holding three scientists hostage. The robbers were caught off guard as she jumped in. She landed on a crate behind them and posed with her legs apart and her hands on her hips.
“Oh crap! It’s Star!”
“No you dumbass, Star can fly. This is Liberty Lass!”
“Actually I think it’s Princess Patriot” one of the hostages added.
Freedom Girl tried not to let her annoyance
show. Her dad, the World War
II hero Colonel Liberty, had warned her there would be days like
this. He’d told her about
the time he broke in on Adolph Hitler and
Der Furor thought he was Captain
“The name’s Freedom Girl actually. And can I assume you’re not here to check the water meters?” She giggled a bit at her own quip and burst into action.
According to her dad her magic belt buckle was created by the silversmith Paul Revere and it gave any true American the strength and speed Paul Revere had during his legendary ride to warn patriots that the British were coming. Frankly it sounded like a load of BS to Tiffany but there was no question that it made her stronger and faster and that was all she cared about.
After a swift kick and a solid punch the two gunmen went down for the count. She walked over to the three scientists and started pulling off the duct tape on their hands. One was a lady, one was like really old but one of them was kind of young and cute. She smiled at him. “Hey guys, I’m like, Freedom Girl! Are you guys OK?”
“T-yes, thank you. Good job on those two felons. Did you also get the other one?”
“Other one? What other one-“
Hidden in the shadows, the Reaver smiled.
***
The Reaver – This mercenary has
not shown any superhuman abilities but is an excellent athlete and martial
artist. He does not have any
specific agenda but always executes his client’s orders efficiently
and professionally. He wears
black leather armor and a black face mask and carries a variety of knives,
shurikens and other weapons. He
has never used a gun. –
The Kirby Guide to Villains and Villainesses 2006
edition
***
A bolo flew across the room and wrapped itself around Freedom Girl’s arms, the scientists scattered. A man in black leather and a ninja mask jumped out of the shadows and charged her. Freedom Girl was just starting to tear the tough nylon cords when he planted a strong punch in her stomach and another across her jaw. The teen girl went flying.
“You super chicks are getting to be a real pain. It’s time the Reaver taught one of you a lesson.”
Freedom Girl sprang to her feet and finished tearing through the cords. She scowled at this Reaver guy. He didn’t look too tough. “I don’t think so! As long as I have my magic amulet I can kick your ass any day of the week!”
“Magic amulet huh?” She wasn’t wearing a necklace that he could see but he noticed the large silver belt buckle with the eagle on it. That must be it.
“So you may as well give up cause-“ The heroine’s rant was cut off as the Reaver dropped some smoke bombs and charged.
Freedom Girl tried to blink the smoke from her watering eyes but it was too late the Reaver’s fist caught her in the jaw. She stumbled back a step but another hand slammed into her chest. She was pinned to the wall and lost her breath, she felt the Reaver reach for her belt buckle and pull.
And then it was all over. He had her magic amulet and Freedom Girl was just Tiffany Truman, an ordinary 17 year old girl. Another punch knocked her out completely.
***
Consciousness returned slowly to Tiffany. Being knocked out isn’t like the movies, you don’t magically spring up an hour later. Her head ached, her nose was stuffed, her stomach was trying to escape out her mouth, her mind was working like a 40 year old motor that’s never been oiled… it sucked.
After a half hour or so of groaning, moaning and drooling Tiffany’s eyes fluttered open. She was on her knees with her hands tied behind her back around a steel support column. Two of the scientists were imprisoned the same way but the third, a young guy with a goatee was chatting with the robbers. The Reaver was there too, his leather mask was up and he was drinking some coffee. He noticed Freedom Girl was up, put down the coffee, pulled down the mask and walked up to her.
Tiffany tried not to flinch when he stopped in front of her and reached down. With one tug he pulled off her mask, before she could even cry off a flash exploded in her face. Her vision cleared just in time to see the Reaver hit ‘send’ on his camera phone. Then the villain knelt down so he could talk to her mask-to-face. He took out her silver belt buckle and dangled it in front of her.
“Here’s the deal. I looked you up on Kirby Guide-dot-com. According to them you’re powerless without this thing. That true?”
Tiffany tried to speak but her jaw ached too much. So she nodded helplessly.
“Also says Colonel Liberty’s your dad.”
Tiffany nodded again, what could she do?
“Well now I’ve seen you without your mask and I got no idea who you are. You guys know?” The scientist and two gunmen shrugged. “But I bet if I put your picture up on the right website someone’s going to know you.”
Tiffany squirmed. She was completely at her mercy.
“But… but… if we fuck with you, your dad and all his buddies in the Avenging League of Justice will come for us. And I don’t need that. So you just sit here and be quiet and when we’re done I’ll give you your mask and your medallion, erase that picture and we’ll call it even. No need for you or me to ever speak of this again. Deal?”
Tiffany thought of her father’s stories, how he had crawled through the swamps of Vietnam with a wounded leg to rescue POWs, how he had fought the Screaming Skull with a broken arm to save the Statue of Liberty, how he had never given up no matter what the odds. Then she thought of how she was powerless and tied up in an abandoned warehouse with a masked villain. She nodded again, she’d behave.
“Good girl. I’ll check in on you in a bit.”
The scientist on her left, an older man, hissed at her and scowled. “What would your father say?”
The other scientist, a younger woman just rolled her eyes and turned away.
Freedom Girl just lowered her head and tried not to look up.
Hours passed. Freedom Girl could see light beginning to appear through the windows and broken skylight. Freedom Girl had a lot of time to think while she was tied up there. For months she’d been going out on patrol and fighting crime, ever since dad gave her the medallion on her seventeenth birthday. Yet she never took it seriously. She’d been going out to fight armed criminals wearing a halter top and cargo pants! She didn’t even have a Swiss army knife! What was she thinking? If she’d been wearing goggles those smoke bombs never would have blinded her and she’d be fine now. If she’d been wearing some armor or something that guy might never have punched her out. If she’d kept her medallion inside her costume instead of hanging out on her belt she’d still have her powers. The guys weren’t even watching her; if she knew how to get out of ropes they’d never see her. But she’d never even taken a karate class, much less studied escapology; she’d been relying on the medallion! She decided that when she got out of here she was going to take some time off. Talk to her dad, get some training with him or Nightbat, get a real costume, real equipment. She’d learn from this, then she’d find this Reaver again and show him Freedom Girl isn’t some joke heroine he can abuse. But first she had to get out of this mess. She wracked her brain. Nothing came.
Reaver, his guys and the scientist were at the other end of the warehouse working on something. They were unpacking crates and setting up gear. After a few hours of self pity it occurred to Tiffany to wonder what was going on.
“Psst” she whispered to the female scientist “what are they doing?”
“You don’t know?” The woman answered in a normal speaking voice, one of the gunmen looked over and snarled at them. The woman dropped her voice to a whisper. “And you’re asking now?
“Hey, I’m… I’m new at this OK?”
“I can tell.”
“Well are you going to help me out or just sneer at me? If I hadn’t come by you’d still be tied up so don’t go all-“
“OK, OK, whatever. This warehouse is owned by the Allen Richards Institute, we store some surplus stuff here. I’m Dr. Corbeau and that’s Dr. Snow. The guy over there is Randy, the intern.”
“Why isn’t he tied up?”
“Beats me. Looks like he’s working with them.”
“What are they working on?”
“Who knows? It could be anything from a mother box to an ultimate nullifier. Superheroes give us all kinds of weird stuff to hold on to, but usually don’t have a manual or instructions. Half the time we don’t know what’s in these crates.”
“Great.”
“So what’s your plan for getting free?”
“Um, I’m still working on the details, just watch for my signal.”
“Yeah, this will be good…” Snow sneered.
***
Two hours later…
“Uhhh, guys I really feel sick! You have to let me up!”
“Is this the plan you spent two hours working on?”
“Quiet Snow, one of them’s coming.”
The shorter of the two gunmen walked up.
“Hey mister, I’m really sick, you gotta take me to the bathroom!”
“I do huh? Then get up.”
Tiffany wiggled to her feet, sliding her bound hands along the pole, wincing as circulation returned to her long legs. This was it! She tensed herself and got ready to run as soon as he freed her.
“OOF!” Instead he punched her in the stomach. The young girl doubled over and started to fall to her knees but the gunman grabbed her hair and held her up. A switchblade appeared in his other hand. He placed the flat of the blade on the trembling girl’s breast. “Tell you what, if you’re sick, let’s play doctor. I’ll help you out of those clothes and examine you all ov-AH!”
“What the fuck are you doing?” The Reaver had appeared behind his henchman. With one strong hand he seized the gunman’s knife, another held Reaver’s own knife at the gunman’s throat.
“S-she was trying to-“
“Louie, maybe you didn’t hear me before…” Reaver hissed “But we’re professionals. We don’t pull this kind of shit. Now go back there and help Randy find that stuff. We’ve wasted too much time already.”
He gave the gunman a shove and turned to Freedom Girl.
“You OK?”
She nodded.
“We’ll give you a bathroom break in a while, for now stay here, stay quiet and you won’t get hurt.”
Freedom Girl nodded again and sank to the floor. Dr. Snow sighed and rolled his eyes.
***
More hours passed the sun was visible in the sky now. Tiffany worried what her mother was thinking. So far Tiffany and her father had hidden her nighttime adventures from her mom, what would she do when she realized her daughter was missing? Even if mom slept late surely the school would call asking for her.
Eventually the other gunman, called Andy came by. He cut loose the other two prisoners let them drink some water, eat some sandwiches and use the toilet. The male doctor was led away to work with Randy but Dr. Corbeau was tied up again. Tiffany was left tied to the post the whole time.
Shadows got longer. Tiffany got hungry.
***
After a while Snow was returned and tied up. He whispered to Corbeau for a bit and finally whispered to Freedom Girl.
“Excuse me miss. We have a problem and, God help us, I fear you are the only one who can save us.”
“Huh?”
“Those ruffians just made me help with
“Sure it, uh, destabilizes the um… no.”
Snow closed his eyes and tried not to yell at the young girl. Right now she was their only hope.
“It is something we developed for stopping invulnerable supervillains. Normal weapons don’t hurt them but a temporal destabilizer will trap them in a contained temporal inversion field until we find a way to trap them.”
“A temperamental what?”
“A time-loop, like a DVD showing the same chapter again and again. It does not matter how powerful the victim is, he or she would have no awareness of the passage of time while stuck in the loop.”
“So they could like use it to trap dad or Apollo or someone.”
“Yes. But worse than that, they are jury-rigging an antimatter power cell to a tachyon emitter to build it!”
“A what to a who now?”
“You know about
“Yeah dad talks about it a lot.”
“If they make a mistake with that technology, this would be ten times worse.”
“Oh.”
“You have to stop them.
“You were helping them?”
“I do not want to help them but I also do not what to see the city
destroyed! After I corrected
a few glaring mistakes
“OK, OK, that’s it… I’m getting out of here. Um, you don’t have a plan do you?”
***
The shadows were long and the skylight was dark before anyone checked in on Freedom Girl again.
“Oh fuck! She’s gone!” Andy stared down at the empty ropes. He snarled at Snow “Where the fuck did she go?” The older doctor just shrugged. “She just vanished” Corbeau added innocently.
“Fuck!” Andy turned and ran.
Perched precariously on a crate Freedom Girl breathed a sigh of relief. She’d had to bash her watch dozens of times against the steel post to break the face until she had a sharp bit of glass to work with. Then it had taken hours to cut through the ropes with it. She’d only gotten loose just minutes before Andy came by.
She heard them yelling and the four crooks spread out, leaving their toy unguarded. Tiffany smiled. This superhero stuff wasn’t too hard; maybe she could do it without her amulet.
Snow and Corbeau had told her how to deactivate the machine safely; she would take care of that.
But first she really had to pee.
***
The Reaver absolutely could not believe it. This whole job was all FUBAR. First this Randy guy swears he can get them a temporal whatsit and it turns out he can’t cause he’s just an intern. His two thugs turn out to be idiots. Then that bimbo heroine busts in. Then they spend all day in the warehouse trying to find parts for Randy and now that they’re almost done the damn heroine gets loose. Friday the 13th was definitely turning out to be his unlucky day.
The Reaver, Louie, Andy and Randy spread out to find her. The damn machine still wasn’t ready to be moved and if the girl was smart she’d just run out and call the cops. Of course if she was dumb…
He heard something crash back by the device, he jumped on some crates and climbed a rafter to see better.
Yup. There she was. Fucking with the damn machine they’d spent all day working on. Well he’d teach this little bitch a lesson.
“Hey Fuckable Girl, looking for this?” He waved the silver belt buckle a few times over his head.
“Huh? What?” Freedom Girl had been busy trying to make sense of the instructions the doc gave her. “Hey! Give that back!” She yelled then regretted it. She’d sounded like a little kid damnit! This was serious and there was no time. She turned back to the machine. Was it the red wire or the blue wire she had to disconnect?
“Hello!?” The Reaver called. He thought about hitting her with a shuriken or throwing knife but he didn’t want to risk it, she could fall into the device or dodge and he might sever something. So he jumped down to take care of this personally.
“OK bitch, you’ve had your fun now step away before I hurt you.”
Freedom Girl ignored him and tore out some wires.
“I said step away bit-OW!” She hit him! She actually hit him in the face! He felt blood leaking from his lip under the leather mask. Reaver could not fucking believe it. Which is why he stood there like a moron while she hit him again in the stomach. He barely felt it under his kevlar and rock-hard abs but he still could not believe it. But when she went for a third hit his instincts took over. He blocked her punch and the next one and when she went for a kick he grabbed her leg and yanked. Freedom Girl was pulled off her feet and landed on her round ass. Reaver planted a foot between her breasts and stomped a few times. Tiffany gasped a few times and stopped struggling.
By then Louie, Andy and Randy had returned. Reaver picked up the limp heroine and tossed her to Louie. “Hold her. You fix this damn thing so we can get out of here.” Reaver noticed he was still holding Freedom Girl’s medallion in his hand. He shrugged and dropped it in a pouch. He just wanted to get the fuck out of here now.
***
Freedom Girl was dazed as the thug picked her up and wrapped his arms around her. She felt Reaver tie some nylon cord around her wrists, binding her hands in front of her. Louie wasted no time in feeling her breasts and running a sweaty hand across her bare abdomen. She squirmed at his touch. Randy and Andy were busy with the machine, Reaver checking on the other prisoners; no one was paying attention to the two of them. Louie licked her neck. He whispered in her ear, his breath was terrible.
“Should have behaved. Deal’s off now bitch. I’m gonna bend you over and make you squeal like a pig. The Reaver don’t care no more, he might even join in; make us a freedom sandwich, sweet…”
Tiffany’s heart was pounding like a jackhammer now. She failed! She failed and now these guys were going to… were going to… She couldn’t finish the thought. She just cried. In front of her Randy started up the device, it whined and smoke came out of a panel. Randy shut it down. Tiffany found her courage, this wasn’t about her, there were more important things going on!
“L-listen… that machine, you’ve got it hooked up wrong, if you try and use it you could blow up the city!”
“Right. And you know this because you studied nuclear physics between cheerleader practice and the tanning salon right? I think Dr. Randy there knows what he’s doing.”
“Dr. Randy? He’s just an intern!”
“Right. And like I’m gonna believe you over Dr. Randy. I think it’s time I shut that pretty mouth of yours.” He pulled a dirty red bandanna out of his pocket and shoved it in her mouth, gagging the young heroine.
Freedom Girl watched helpless for the next hour as Randy tinkered with the machine. From his uncertain gestures and constant consulting of some xeroxed instructions even she could tell he didn’t know what he was doing. After a while Louie stopped pawing her and started looking a bit worried too. “Hey uh, Randy, how’s it going?”
“Fine OK? Fucking wonderful. It’s just that bitch did a lot of damage I have to fix. That’s all, OK!”
Louie seemed satisfied with that and went back to tweaking Tiffany’s nipples through her top.
Finally…
“OK, it’s ready. Let’s go.”
The finished device was supposed to be a smooth, sleek torpedo but after Randy’s efforts there were wires and circuit boards hanging everywhere. Strange lights flashed and blinked like some cheap science fiction prop.
“You sure that’s ready Randy?”
“Uh, yeah. Pretty sure.”
“Our clients aren’t paying you for ‘pretty sure’; I guess we need a test.”
“A test?”
“Yeah, a fucking test. Andy go stand next to that thing, let’s see if it works.”
“I ain’t going near that thing. What about Louie?”
“I gotta hold the girl yo.” He cupped her breast and nibbled on her ear.
“Good idea, Louie bring the girl over here. She can be our guinea pig. Now tell me how to work this.”
“Uh, OK. This is what’s called a temporal destabilizer; it creates a ten second time loop for about 10 feet. Anyone in the field will relive the last ten seconds of their life again and again until we turn if off with this remote.
“Louie, throw Fuckable Girl in there.”
“Have fun babe!” He pulled out his bandanna and gave her a push; Tiffany stumbled a few steps, bumped into the machine and stood there afraid. She prayed Randy knew what he was doing; she tried to think of some last desperate plan.
Too late!
The Reaver hit the button on the remote, the machine began to hum and…
“What? Did you think you were the first bimbo to think of kicking a guy in the ‘nads? That’s why I wear a cup toots!” He slapped her viciously across the face. “And I think you’ve used up the last of my good will.” He slapped her again and pushed against her, she could feel his cup pushing against her pelvis, his leather crushing against her breasts. Her hands were pinned by his belt, she could feel the throwing knives clipped to it and even felt a pouch with her fingertips.
“You know what, I don’t care who your dad is, after we’re done here I’m gonna make sure the rest of your life is a living hell! There are some Arab sheiks who’ll pay a fortune for a blond slut like you.” He grinded his pelvis into hers and pulled her hair painfully. “Of course I’ll have to sample the merchandise before I sell it.”
He took his hands from her hair and began peeling his leather mask upwards. Freedom Girl was still pinned by the weight of his body but her grasping fingers had connected with the cloth pouch, and the round metal object inside.
Freedom Girl’s body jerked like she’d been electrocuted. “Getting into it, huh bitch?”
Freedom Girl smiled. Faster than the Reaver could see her leg came up and sent him flying with a vicious roundhouse kick. As his body went flying the pouch with her precious medallion came loose in her hands. She deftly slipped out of the nylon cords and faced the villain.
Louie ran towards her but a quick dodge and a chop to the back of his neck put the husky thug down. Randy started to run but Freedom Girl grabbed a wrench on the ground and with a graceful flick of her wrist sent it flying into the back of his head. The evil intern went down for the count. Andy was smart enough to raise his hands and kneel down. By then the Reaver was back on his feet.
“Ready for another round?”
Reaver was too enraged to answer and just charged screaming.
Freedom Girl easily dodged his wild blow and caught him with another kick. This time he went flying towards the humming and shaking temporal destablizer. “Oh fu-“ she started to say as the villain hit the delicate device. There was a flash of light and color and when her vision cleared the device, the Reaver and ten feet of the floor were gone.
“-fudge” she finished.
Epilogue
Freedom Girl freed the two scientists and greeted the police. Louie, Andy and Randy were taken into custody.
“So what do you think happened to that Reaver creep?” Freedom Girl asked.
“There’s no way to know until we do some tests. The absence of debris implies the device did not explode. It is possible he was thrust into the time stream, in that case he could be anywhere, any when. Tragic really, we may never know what happened to him.”
“Yeah well sucks to be him cause I never want to see that creep again
for as long as I live!”
Take 2
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday
the 13th. The young
heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her
head. That was
stupid. Something like that
could betray her while on patrol.
Not that there was much chance of her coming across any
crime. She’d been from
one end of Megapolis to the other.
From the slums of Hyung’s Town to the concrete canyons of
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
BAM!
The gunshot echoed through the quiet streets.
“Or not…” She set out to investigate.
***
Freedom Girl fearlessly jumped through the skylight into the warehouse. Two thugs were holding three scientists hostage. Another guy in some kind of leather ninja outfit was standing around too looking dazed. She could even hear him talking to himself. What a retard. One of the gunmen noticed her.
“Oh crap! It’s Star!”
“No you dumbass, Star can fly. This is Liberty Lass!”
“Actually I think it’s Princess Patriot” one of the hostages added.
“The name’s Freedom Girl actually. And can I assume you’re not selling encyclopedias door to door?” She giggled at her own quip.
Then she jumped into action, a swift kick and a solid punch put the two gunmen down for the count and the leather guy was just starting to pull himself together when she planted a punch in his face. She walked over to the three scientists and started pulling off the duct tape on their hands. Two of them were like really old but one of them was kind of young and cute. She smiled at him. “Hey guys, I’m like, Freedom Girl! Are you guys OK?”
“T-yes, thank you. Good job on those three felons.”
“Thanks doc. It’s all in a day’s work when you’re Colonel Liberty’s daughter!” She put her hands on her hips, thrust out her chest and smiled as if waiting for applause. The two older scientists looked at her awkwardly; the third stared at her chest openly. Disappointed she started looking around for a phone. “I guess we should, like, call the police and stuff.”
“Don’t you have some sort of signaling device or homing beacon for the police?”
“Huh? Uh, yeah, sure, just, um, mine’s broken now OK? Maybe you’d like it better if I just left you tied up and didn’t go on patrol cause my super signal thing is broken!”
“Sorry, there is no need to get defensive.” Dr. Snow led the three of them into the office. While he called 911, he noticed the intern Randy chatting up his rescuer. He sighed and shook his head, back in his day people had respect for heroes. Of course back in his day heroes deserved respect and everyone knew teenaged girls were only good as sidekicks.
By the time he’d called the police and Allen Richard’s Institute to report the situation the girl and the intern were on their way out. Randy had ditched his lab coat for a leather jacket and was lighting a cigarette.
“Excuse me?
“Hey it’s OK doc, me and Free Girl here are going over to the diner for some coffee. We’ll be back in no time.”
Snow grumbled but let them go. He never liked Randy, for an intern he was much too curious about security issues and sensitive technology. He had practically insisted on joining them for this emergency trip to the warehouse. It was just bad luck those criminals had been there at the same time. Funny that…
“Excuse me Dr. Snow, did you notice any security guards when we came in?”
“No, now that you mention it. They should have been, this place has 24 hour security. Perhaps those guys disabled the guards? Um speaking of them, is there any duct tape here, they seem to be stirring.”
“That heroine did not tie them up?”
“Nope.”
“Most negligent of her, come I think I saw some tape on the shelf, come.”
***
Randy tried not to grin too wide, he hadn’t won yet. And if this didn’t work he’d be in some real deep shit.
He was supposed to be the inside man on tonight’s robbery but this blond
bimbo and that loser in leather had fucked it all
up. He was just lucky she’d
busted in before he started helping the robbers, so right now he was free
and clear, no one knew he was dirty.
At least until someone found out he’d hacked Dr. Snow’s
account and given security the night
off. Or that he was the one
who’d scheduled this ‘emergency’ trip to the
warehouse. If the robbery had come off he’d be a rich man and
could take off for
“So how do you like your coffee?”
“Oh sweet and light, like me!” She giggled. He smiled; he’d always had a way with the ladies. Of course sometimes he needed a bit of an edge. That’s what the pills were for. Usually when he was working on some undergrad chick and didn’t want to have to listen to her BS'ing all night he’d slip one of each in her drink; Suggestum and Cumalot, two of the hottest date rape drugs in the country. But she was a superheroine, weren’t they super tough and stuff? He figured a double dose was a good start.
“Here you go F-girl, light and sweet coffee and some cherry pie for my favorite heroine!”
“Thanks!”
***
After she had some coffee Tiffany started to feel really funny. Her head was all stuffed with cotton and full of fog, and she just couldn’t stop giggling. For a bit it just felt like she was sleepy from staying up all night and from the fight but it wasn’t just that. She kept crossing and uncrossing her legs, rubbing her thighs together and taking deep breaths. She couldn’t seem to sit still or catch her breath. Her ears started to ring, like that time those ninjas were sneaking up behind her, and she suddenly turned. It was like some kind of danger sense or something. She started to get antsy, maybe there was something wrong? But then Randy said she looked tired and suggested she get some rest at his house. That was such a good idea Tiffany agreed right away.
Tiffany caught herself giggling again when she saw Randy’s motorcycle. She’d figured they were going in a car or a cab, not this. As soon as she thought of that powerful motor vibrating between her legs she almost swooned. She had to get on it! She had to!
The whole ride back to his place she rubbed her aching pelvis up and down, grinding it into Randy’s butt. Oh it felt so good but the more she did it the more it ached. She needed more.
No one saw him sneak the blond heroine in via the freight elevator. Good, he had plans. The girl barely noticed the back door route. She focused on making out with him on the short ride up to his apartment. The hallway was clear and they slipped into the apartment easily. Then they slipped out of their clothes easily. And he slipped into her easily.
***
Andy and Louie shifted uncomfortably as the Reaver (who had given his name as ‘John Smith’) glared at them from across the cell. His leather costume had been confiscated and he was wearing red sweatpants and a Bart Simpson tee shirt they’d had lying around. Despite that he was the most intimidating man in the room.
“It’s not our fault boss.”
“Yeah, I mean she beat you up too!”
The Reaver just scowled at that and they shut up. He just didn’t get it. He distinctly remembered beating up that blond twat and keeping her prisoner. And then the day went by and Randy was useless. He didn’t get the machine done till almost 11 pm. The girl got loose, they were fighting, she got her magic medallion back, he fell and then… And then it was midnight Friday again and she was busting into the place.
It was too strange and detailed to be a dream. It had to be real. He figured it had to be the fucking machine. That moron Randy had fucked it up and instead of trapping someone in a little time loop it had sent him back in time 24 hours. Too bad he hadn’t been ready for it or he would have stopped Andy from shooting and that bitch never would have found them. Instead he stood around like an idiot and she beat him up.
What a fucking waste.
Friday the 13th was really turning out to be a crappy day.
***
Friday the 13th was really turning out to be an awesome day!
The heroine had peeled off her tight white cargo pants in record time and she was wetter and hotter than any co-ed Randy had ever fucked. She bucked like a bronco; her pelvis did things he didn’t know were possible! Her tits were perfect, round, firm, soft, he could suck on them for days. Her skin smelled like lilacs and had a slight taste of honey. Her kisses were like electric shocks up and down his spine. She was perfect! A goddess! His goddess of love!
Except for one thing.
She kept clutching that damn belt with the dumb oversized buckle on it. No matter what the position or how hard he pumped she kept holding that thing to her heart. It really bugged him.
Finally he was spent. But she wanted more. More. He used his fingers, he used his tongue but she kept moaning for more and more.
Then he figured it out. He got on top of her and started kissing her collarbone while his right hand massaged her wet pussy. The writhing girl barely noticed his left hand prying open her fingers and pulling away the belt.
Freedom Girl deflated instantly.
She sighed and went limp, her superhuman endurance gone. Looking at her again there was something different. She was still beautiful but no longer… divine. The smell of lilacs was replaced by the smell of sweat and cum. Her roots looked darker, her eyes stopped sparkling. It was really weird. Randy thought about giving her the belt back just to see what would happen but fought down the urge. Drugged or not, she was still a heroine. With that belt she might suddenly figure out she’d been had. He tossed it across the room and helped her to her feet. The girl moaned and said something incoherent that might have been “medallion”. Randy shook his head and whispered, “first it’s shower time you’re a dirty, dirty girl.” He kissed her and she giggled softly.
Once she was safely in the shower with the water running he pulled on some boxer shorts, turned on the stereo loud and stepped out onto the balcony. He brought the belt and Freedom Girl’s cargo pants. It was just after 11 am. He took out his cell phone.
“Hello, it’s Randy.”
The yelling was like a physical blow. He was sure half the neighborhood heard it.
“I know, I know, things went a bit sour, this Freedom Girl chick got involved and well…”
There was another storm of yelling.
“… and I have her naked in my apartment.”
The yelling stopped. Murmurs of interest replaced it. And a question.
“Virgin? No, um, I don’t think she was, she certainly isn’t now.”
There was a sound of disappointment.
“But she’s drugged up on suggestum and cumalot. Barely knows where she is or what she’s doing. I’ve got her magic belt in my hand and I’m going through her pockets right now.” He’d expected to find smoke bombs and ropes and other crime fighting stuff but instead he found a make up case, a cell phone and a Hello Kitty wallet. With a student ID. With her picture. And a name, “Tiffany Truman.”
“Oh by the way” he added casually, “I know her secret identity.”
***
The cell door opened and ‘John Smith’ was called out.
“You can go; we can’t hold you, lack of evidence.”
The Reaver started to say something like ‘what do mean lack of evidence you found me in a supervillain costume at the scene of a crime?’ but thought better of it. His costume and weapons were returned and he walked out the door a free man. They even let him keep the Bart Simpson shirt.
Victor Essex was waiting for him outside. Victor looked like a proper ivy-league graduate but everyone in Megapolis knew he was the sleaziest, dirtiest lawyer in the city. He had dirt on half the cops in the city and all of the politicians. He could get a supervillain sprung before he even saw a judge. And he worked for the Reaver’s client, Villainy eXtreme.
“Thanks man.”
“Oh think nothing of it. Nothing at all. Things went a bit sour I understand?”
“Yeah, about that, I can explain, this is really weird but…”
“No explanation needed, none at all. Though there is something you might do to make it up to your employer…”
***
“Hey who were you calling?” Tiffany tried to ask but she was so tired it came out as “ay oo yoo callin’. She could barely walk, she could barely hold up the towel around her. She was so dizzy, so confused, where was she anyway?
She remembered the sex, OH GOD, she remembered the sex! It had been absolutely mind blowing! She’d never had sex with her belt on before, never even thought about it but wow! After super sex how could she ever go back to the normal kind?
But she was kind of fuzzy on what happened before that. This was one of the guys she rescued right? Ricky? Oh where was her belt, the medallion always made things so clear.
The guy walked over and kissed her, pushing her wet body against his. She could feel his boner through the towel. It made her so horny…
“Quite a workout huh Tiffany? Bet you’re thirsty.” He held up a glass of water. Tiffany reached for it. In the back of her mind something bothered her, had she told him her real name? She didn’t remember. She shook her head.
Randy started to get worried. After their little workout, the drugs had to be wearing off. And the guys from VX still hadn’t arrived. He’d used his last pills in that glass, he had to get her to drink up. He pulled her close again and fondled her sensitive breasts through the towel. She smiled up at him with dazed eyes.
“Drink up; you’ll need your strength.”
Tiffany nodded, that was such a good suggestion, but as she raised the glass she caught sight of something silver on the balcony.
“My medallion!” is what she wanted to say but it came out as “m’medlin!” She stumbled towards it, the glass slipped from her weak fingers but Randy managed to grab it before too much spilled. He reached to stop her but it was too late, she had it in her hands. Tiffany turned back smiling. She’d dropped the towel and was completely naked clutching the medallion to her heart again. She draped the belt around her neck like an Olympic metal. Her hips were swaying and her eyes were sparkling again.
“Come here Randy, I think you’re good for another go.”
“Sure thing Tiffany, but you don’t want to get dehydrated do you?”
“Mmm” she took the glass and downed it in one go. She tossed it over her shoulder, onto the balcony, over the railing. She wrapped her arms around Randy and pushed him onto the bed.
Eighteen stories below the Reaver caught the glass with a casual gesture. He looked at it curiously before tossing it in a trash bin. He entered the building.
***
“Oh my gawd! It’s the villain guy!” Tiffany tried to pull herself off of Randy as the imposing form of the Reaver entered. But Randy just would not let go of her. The Reaver slowly walked over and punched the girl in the face. She was dazed long enough for him to pull away the belt. Without that she collapsed onto Randy pinning him under her naked body.
“Having fun kid?”
***
Tiffany Truman slowly and painfully crawled back to consciousness. She could barely remember what had happened; only that it hurt a lot. Senses came back one by one. Touch. She felt cold air on her breasts and body, she was naked. Movement. She couldn’t move her hands, her legs were weak, she could barely raise her head. Smell. She could smell sweat and cum. Taste. She tasted her own blood in her mouth. Hearing. Two voices, one familiar, one low and imposing. Sight. She painfully opened her eyes. She was in a small apartment decorated with music and motorcycle posters. Her belt and medallion were hanging from a lamp. Two were going through a pair of cargo pants. Her cargo pants! One of them was looking at a card, her ID card! She gasped.
“Hey Tiffany. Back with us?”
“I… oh my God…”
“Tiffany Truman, high school senior. I wonder how hard it would be to find out your father’s name and address. Even Colonel Liberty has to sleep sometime.” He made a throat slitting gesture.
“No… please…”
“And I bet his enemies like the Scarlet Swastika or the Hairy Hippy would love to know his daughter’s name. I bet they would have all sorts of plans for you.”
“You can’t…”
“Or maybe we’ll just sell you on the internet. I know some Arab sheiks who’ll pay good money for a heroine in their harem. Hey Randy, you ever hear about the time the Arabs bought Ultra Woman? She went for a couple mil easy.”
‘Wow’ Randy thought, ‘Ultra Woman in a harem, what a great story that would be!’
The girl just shuddered and tried to choke back tears.
“Of course that doesn’t have to happen if you’re smart and if you cooperate.”
“What do you-“
“For now I want you to shut the fuck up Tiffany. OK?”
“Yeah OK-“ she started to answer but then he growled. She shut her mouth and nodded.
Under his mask the Reaver smiled. This was too much fun. He almost wanted to thank Randy for this second chance at the blonde moron. But it was also risky, very risky. Everything he’d said was true but there was another side to it. Colonel Liberty was a major league superhero and part of the Avenging League of Justice. Anything they did to the Colonel or Freedom Girl would bring the heavy hitters down. That was why Villainy eXtreme sent him here instead of their own people, they didn’t want to risk an all out war with the ALJ. The Reaver was expendable. Or at least that’s what they thought.
The Reaver took a camera out of a pouch and snapped a picture of the naked, bound teen. “Hey!” She protested.
The Reaver growled at her. “Got something to say Fucktoy Girl?”
“N-no…”
“No what?”
“N-no…sir?”
“That’s better. Now
it doesn’t have to be like that of
course…” The Reaver
tried not to sigh. He’d
much rather see this girl crated off to
“W-what do you mean?” She pulled up her long legs to hide her breasts and body. The Reaver slapped her hard and she lowered them, blushing red the whole time.
He sat down beside her and ran his gloved hand over her body. The girl squirmed a bit; he couldn’t tell if it was out of disgust or drug-induced arousal. He didn’t care; he was just fucking with her, softening her up for the real deal. Plus he liked how it made her tits wobble.
“So here’s the offer… assuming you don’t want to spend the rest of your life wearing a burka… You’re a smart girl, you’re a pretty girl, with a bit more experience you’ll be a pretty decent heroine. You’ll join the Young Justice Avengers, maybe even the ALJ itself. And we don’t want to stop that, in fact we want it to happen. So my employers will keep this information confidential. They’ll even help you out, give you equipment, give you info, stuff like that. In return, every so often someone will call and ask you a question and you’ll answer it, just like that. Every so often someone will ask you to drop you a case and you will. That’s all. Nothing too bad. A small price to pay really.”
This was VX’s preferred method of dealing with super folks. They’d found that if you killed a hero, four more would appear to avenge him. And the original guy would probably come back to life in a few months anyway. They figured the best thing to do was to control them. Blackmail was the stick, technology and information was the carrot. The Reaver heard that at one point half of the Uncanny Ex-Titans were traitors. Of course not everyone signed up at the first offer.
“I...” She hesitated; Reaver raised his hopes “I WON’T!”
“I’m very sorry to hear that. Very, very sorry. You seemed like such a smart little girl too.” He reached in another pouch and pulled out a video camera with a small tripod. He set it up on a table facing the bound teen and flipped the view screen around so she could see herself. The blonde girl squirmed uncomfortably. “Well I guess if you don’t want to remain a heroine, you’ll have to be a movie star. Course you might not like the kind of movie we’re going to make…” He took out a syringe with a large imposing needle. “…well not right away anyhow.”
“No! Wait!”
“Oh don’t worry, this stuff isn’t THAT addictive. Most girls won’t even feel the urge for more until they’ve been doped up three or four times. Unless you’re a real slut that is. Then you might be addicted already.” The Reaver chuckled a few times for affect. The girl shook even harder at the news. “Stop!” she screamed. “I’ll do it!”
“You sure will.” He stabbed the needle into her left breast.
The reaction was instant. Her whole body shook with convulsions, her eyes rolled back, her breasts quivered like jello.
“Shit! You killed her!”
“Watch and learn kid.” He took down the belt from the lamp and draped it over the girl just as Tiffany began to bite down on her tongue. The girl instantly stopped convulsing and began to breathe regularly. After a minute her eyes were focusing again, her skin glowed healthily, her cheeks became rosy, her breasts firmer (and larger? The Reaver couldn’t tell), she was a goddess again. A goddess hopped up on a massive dose of aphrodisiacs! She licked her lips. Randy could feel himself getting hard. He looked at the Reaver.
“Hey, uh, do you mind?”
“Knock yourself out kid; I’m just here to get the pictures.” ‘And not leave any DNA evidence you moron’ he added silently.
Randy popped two viagras, pulled off his sweat pants and climbed on top of the panting heroine. With one shrug she tore loose the ropes and pulled him down. Randy gasped once and then lost himself in her embrace.
The Reaver taped every minute of it.
***
Watching the show the Reaver tried to keep calm and think of baseball. Cum stains were so hard to remove from leather.
He still didn’t understand how he’d been given this second chance but he wasn’t complaining. Randy might be fuck-up in science but he’d given the Reaver a much better opportunity. VX would pay him well for this video and for the blackmail material they now had. He knew the supervillain organization wouldn’t need much time to figure out Colonel Liberty’s secret ID and from there maybe even the whole Avenging League of Justice would be exposed! And this little porno tape would kick the whole thing off.
The Reaver would have to kill Randy afterwards of course. Not just because of the DNA evidence he was leaving all over Fucktoy Girl’s body but also to end the trail there. She hadn’t seen the Reaver’s face at all so he’d just get a new mask and pick a new name, call himself Deathstroke or something. Nah, not Deathstroke, that sounded like a gay porn star. But something else. No one would ever prove he was the guy who took the video. That reminded him, he’d better keep a copy too, in case VX decided they needed to cut the trail even more. Heroines aren’t the only ones who can be blackmailed.
But all those cold, logical plans were hard to keep straight as he watched that dorky intern fuck the most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen.
Finally Randy slumped to his side, exhausted. The horny heroine tried to coax more life out of his spent member but got nothing.
“Not tonight, I have a headache” Randy muttered.
She looked at the Reaver hungrily.
What the hell. If this was the Reaver’s last job he may as well make it memorable. He’d just make sure Fucktoy Girl got a good scrubbing before he took her home.
He started peeling off the weapons and the leather, leaving only the mask. As he climbed onto the soiled sheets he noticed it was just about midnight. Her arms surrounded him, then her legs; he felt his throbbing dick sliding up her thighs towards the target and…
Then the world went white.
Take 3
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday the 13th. The young heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her head. Thankfully even here in the old warehouse district everything was quiet.
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
She took one more look around and headed for home. Maybe it was for the best. Tomorrow was a school day and even superheroines need their beauty sleep.
***
The Reaver knocked the gun out of Andy’s hand. He held his finger to his lip and watched the skylight for a minute. Nothing came through. He smiled and pointed to the hostages.
“I assume you’re smart enough to realize we are serious! Now you there, Randy, get to work. Snow and Corbeau are going to help you.”
“I don’t need any-“
“Yes you do, you’re nothing but a fucking intern. If we want to be out of here before midnight you’ll need help.”
Snow started to protest but a throwing knife through his shoe (just missing the toes) convinced him to cooperate.
The Reaver’s mind raced, he was back, he was back at midnight Friday! The machine had him trapped in a 24 hour time loop! Well this time there would be no screw ups, no diversions with Fucktoy Girl either. They’d build the damn machine, build it right and that would be the end of it.
***
Tiffany Truman had a pleasant day at school marred only by a surprise math test.
***
The device was done by three in the afternoon and the VX truck came to pick it up. They were few hours behind but that was tolerable. The Reaver noted this time the device was a lot cleaner and compact. Getting the docs to help had been a good idea.
The VX troopers used a mind control helmet to erase the two doctors’ memories of what happened. Randy was assured the cash would be deposited in his Swiss bank account and he was tied up with them.
The Reaver, Andy, Louie and the VX troops were long gone before the cops came.
***
After track practice Tiffany went Hughes Mall to hang out with her friends. They went to see the new Global Protectors movie and laughed at Paris Hilton’s ‘acting’. She and her boyfriend Brad made out in the parking lot. Brad mentioned his parents were out of town.
***
After the debrief in VX’s secret base beneath Hughes Mall the Reaver changed to civvies and went home. He watched TV for a while but just couldn’t relax. So far everything had gone right. No mistakes. But what would happen at midnight?
He couldn’t sit still. Finally he made a call.
It was a bit obscure but it one of the girls had what he was looking for.
An hour later Candi Kane showed up on his doorstep dressed in a pretty decent Freedom Girl costume.
***
Tiffany called her mom to say she was at her friend’s house studying and would probably stay over.
Brad was fucking her in his parent’s bed when the clock struck 12.
***
The Reaver was fucking his Freedom Whore in the ass when the clock struck 12.
The world went white.
Take 4
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday the 13th. The young heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her head. That was stupid. Something like that could betray her while on patrol. Lucky everything was quiet.
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
BAM!
The gunshot echoed through the quiet streets.
“Or not…” She set out to investigate.
***
Freedom Girl jumped through the skylight and landed on some crates. She was about to pose and let loose a quip when she saw something really weird. A guy in black leather, obviously a supervillain, knocked down one of his thugs and started beating the crap out of him screaming curses. The three hostages ran and the last thug just stood there like an idiot. Freedom Girl hesitated for a second but jumped down.
“Is this a private beating or can anyone join?” She giggled at her own quip.
“You bitch!” The villain yelled. Before Freedom Girl could even react he dropped a smoke bomb and charged.
Blinded Freedom Girl tried to back away but the Reaver was too fast for her. She was stunned by a punch to the face and other to the gut and then it was too late, he pulled off her medallion, hit her again and she was down.
Then he turned to Randy.
“What the fuck did you do to me!?”
***
By the time Freedom Girl came to Randy had been beaten to a bloody pulp and was crying like a little girl. The two gunmen and the scientists had run and the Reaver was just starting to calm down.
He saw Freedom Girl crawling towards where he tossed her medallion. He looked down at Randy and saw he wasn’t going to get much more satisfaction from the whimpering intern. The cute blonde chick however…
He hesitated, he was a professional, he knew better than to piss off a superhero, even a bimbo like Freedom Girl, they always had friends who’d hunt you down later. Of course for him there was no later. Thanks to Randy it would be Friday forever. So what the fuck, it’s not like he hadn’t earned it.
He threw a knife and it buried itself in the crate in front of her. The girl froze.
“Not so fast Fucktoy Girl, I still owe you from the other day.”
He advanced on her with a nylon cord and a sharp blade.
***
The Reaver dragged the struggling girl through the warehouse by her hair. He threw her in the van while Louie and Andy followed. Freedom Girl could barely walk with her hands tied behind her back and her feet tied less than a foot apart. She tried to wiggle loose but the Reaver just twisted her hair and pushed her head a bit lower. Tiffany bit her lip not to scream.
“Hey uh, boss, what about the job?”
“Fuck the job, the job is all fucking fucked. So today I’m gonna fuck back.”
“Um, OK.”
“Andy you’re driving, head for that shop on Grell and Cockrum, I want to pick something up.”
They started moving. He pulled Freedom Girl off the floor and retied her hands to the ceiling and forced her to her knees.
“L-look mister-“ she tried to sound brave. “You probably don’t know this but I’ve got some news for you, my dad is Colonel Liberty, THE Colonel Liberty. So, like, unless you want the whole Avenging League of Justice on you you’d better let me go.”
Louie actually looked a bit worried at that but the Reaver just chuckled and yanked off her mask. “HEY!” the helpless heroine yelled.
The Reaver snapped a picture in her face blinding her with the flash. “Listen up Fucktoy Girl, I got some news for you, unless you want your unmasked picture, name and address posted to every underground website you’ll do what we say.“
“Y-you… you don’t know my name.”
The Reaver smiled under his mask, he was getting pretty good at this fucking
with Freedom Girl thing. He
reached into a cargo pocket and pulled out her
wallet. “Tiffany Truman,
senior at
“Today?” A bit of hope crept into her voice.
“I guarantee by midnight it will all be over.” The van slowed down and stopped. “OK Andy head in there and pick up this stuff…”
***
The van pulled up around 1:30 in front of the Thorne Club. The Reaver walked out dressed in his costume and waved to the cyborg bouncers. Louie followed, trying to look tough. Andy came last pulling Freedom Girl by a leather leash.
Her costume had gotten some modifications. The Reaver used a hunting knife to cut off the unattractive (though practical) white cargo pants. The terrified girl had whimpered and cried so much as he cut them off he finally had to gag her. “Geeze Fucktoy Gal, if you’re gonna get so upset about a little stripping how are you gonna get through the rest of today?” They all had a laugh at her white panties with blue stars before the Reaver cut them off too. Then they laughed at her helpless expression as he ran his leather-covered hands through her untamed bush. “Nice, glad you didn’t shave it like some sluts I know.” Finally her practical red sneakers and white socks were cut from her feet. They all got a laugh out of Louie trying to tickle her toes. Freedom Girl only cried and moaned under her gag. “I fought your dad once y’know. Managed to stick a knife in his leg and that old bastard didn’t even blink. He just grunted and pulled it right out and kicked my ass. Shame you’re such a wimp. Sure would be a shame if a great man like that got killed because you didn’t cooperate.” After that Freedom Girl calmed down a bit and tried to be brave. They replaced her red and white cargo pants with a short white skirt with red pleats from a cheerleader fetish costume. The red sneakers were replaced with red 6” high heels with little locks to keep them on her. They didn’t replace the panties.
“Well, well, well aren’t you as pretty as a picture?” The Reaver snapped another shot of the disgraced heroine. “Course we have to get you in the mood.” He slid a needle into her arm and gave the girl a light dose of drugs, just enough to keep her cooperative. “Andy we’re going to the Thorne Club, follow my directions carefully or you’ll never find the damn place.”
And a few minutes later they marched boldly into the notorious Thorne Club a hang out for supervillains, criminals and other evil-doers.
***
The club was well-lit and very fancy. The guests were a mix of people in formal evening wear and supervillain costumes with a few captives tied up in various states of undress. The Reaver waved to Maria Grande and some of her boys, the Columbian drug baroness had one of the Young Ex-Titans on a leash. She waved back and pulled the lithe mutant boy onto her lap. The Reaver pushed Freedom Girl into a seat, the dizzy girl just thumped into it. A waitress dressed as the heroine La Sola took their order.
The Reaver saw Freedom Girl was a bit unsteady in her chair; he grabbed her before she fell out. They’d doped her up with a cocktail of aphrodisiacs and inhibition-relaxing drugs. The dose was a bit too heavy but the Reaver knew she could take it. He pulled out her belt again and held it close to her, she recovered enough to sit straight but he put it away before she got anything else out it.
Soon enough the floor show started.
The announcer said this week they had a version of Ultra Woman from an alternate universe. “In her world she is a princess, a champion, an icon, but like any other woman she has needs, needs that she dare not fulfill on her own world, so she comes here. She calls herself - Wonder Woman!” The Reaver had to chuckle at that. Wonder Woman? What’s her super power? Wondering what dress to wear? Wondering how to fix her hair? In any case this hot brunette with absolutely huge tits comes out and starts dancing to some weird 70’s disco song that just goes “Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman!” Andy and Louie get into it clapping their hands and moving back in forth in time with the heroine’s breasts. He saw the aphrodisiacs in Freedom Girl’s system were starting to kick in, she was breathing hard and her pert nipples were visible through her blue top. On stage ‘Wonder-when she’s gonna get fucked’ Woman’s satin panties were torn off by two men in Nazi uniforms. As they molested the heroine’s tits and ass he could hear Freedom Girl moan.
He’d stolen Randy’s trick and doped the girl with suggestum, a drug that lowers inhibitions and cumalot, an aphrodisiac people called the female viagra. Both drugs were a bit overrated. They couldn’t get a girl to do something she would not ordinarily do. A larger dose was more powerful but too large and you’d send the girl into a coma. But… if you find a girl whose magic belt gives her super-endurance… well all sorts of interesting things could happen.
So for poor little Tiffany Truman watching Wonder-if-she’ll-cum Woman was giving her all sorts of ideas, ideas she couldn’t act on. She moaned again and squirmed in her seat. She tried to reach between her legs but her hands were cuffed. She started to stare at the Reaver longingly. He smiled under his mask, this was too much fun. It was worth living Friday three times just to see that look on that bitch’s face. He whipped out his camera and snapped a picture. The flash woke her up for a second, she gasped and blushed. She looked down at her shoes but he could see her sneaking glances at Wonder-if-she’ll-swallow Woman and at him. Soon she was moaning and squirming again.
The Reaver peeled up his mask around his face and leaned forward. Without thinking, the blond leaned forward and kissed him deeply, just as one of the Nazis came in Wonder-if-she-likes-the-taste Woman’s face.
He put his arms around her slim waist and Freedom Girl eagerly climbed into his lap and started to wiggle. He could feel the heat from her naked pussy even through his leather pants and cup. He quickly undid his fly, popped out the cup and felt his long hard dick jump out, eager for action. Without further prompting the blond heroine maneuvered on top of him and started to writhe. The Reaver sighed with contentment. He’d been waiting days to fuck this hot chick and, whatever was going on with the time jumps, he could actually do it without worrying about tomorrow. For once there was an up side to this ordeal.
Their consummation attracted little attention in the Thorne Club. Half the villains there were fucking their molls, captives or waitresses. Even Louie and Andy had grabbed their waitress and were pulling off her licensed replica costume.
The Reaver came like geyser, shooting deep into the dazed girl. She barely noticed and kept flexing her pelvis in time to the Wonder-if she’ll-ever-stop Woman theme. Then the Reaver felt someone tapping his shoulder and looked up at a skinny man with a hawk-like nose dressed in a pin stripped suit with a Union Jack waistcoat, a bowler hat and a monocle.
“Hey Earl MacDuke, good to see you!”
The English supervillain was
a good client. He was a lunatic
of course, most supervillains are.
In his case Earl MacDuke claimed his ancestor had been made the Earl
of New England by King George and that therefore he was the rightful ruler
of
“Likewise old chap! Likewise! I can’t say I’ve seen you here before, I thought you considered the Thorne Club unprofessional.”
“What can I say; I’ve had a change of heart. From now on I’m living like there’s no tomorrow.”
“Capital idea I say! Capital. And who is your lovely companion tonight?”
“Well this little lady is called Freedom Girl, say ‘hello’ Freedom Girl.”
“…hello freedom girl…” the girl repeated in a daze.
“How darling!”
“There’s more you know. Hey Freedom Girl, who’s your daddy?”
Freedom Girl brightened up “My daddy is Colonel Liberty!”
“Is he now? Fascinating…” Earl MacDuke still had bruises from the time Colonel Liberty beat him half to death with his shield. And here was his pretty daughter, all dressed up like an American flag and drugged out of her mind. Capital!
“I say my good man, would you be willing to share in your good fortune tonight?”
“I might, I might. If you don’t mind sloppy seconds.”
“Normally I would not indulge but for a treat like this…”
***
It was 3:30 and the party was still going strong. The Dark Count had come in with a dozen terrified goth chicks who, up until this evening, thought vampires were really cool. The Count himself was on stage now draining Wonder-if-it-was-worth-it Woman dry. Ah well, plenty more where she came from.
The Reaver was feeling rested up and decided to check on Freedom-from-inhibitions Girl. Earl MacDuke had taken her to one of the back rooms and he hadn’t seen the poor thing in an hour. He figured he should collect her before any permanent damage was done; after all he still had 20-and-a-half hours to enjoy her before he started over.
He passed a potbellied balding man in a cheap suit leading a hot Asian girl
in a blue body glove. She looked
vaguely familiar, was she the girl he fought that time in
The Reaver knocked but there was no answer. He tired the door, it opened and…
***
The Reaver was a hardened mercenary.
Growing up in the slums of
So he was a bit unprepared for what
he saw.
***
Earl MacDuke’s razor-sharp
sword-cane was out and he was using it to methodically shred Freedom Girl’s
costume and the tender skin under it. The skirt was reduced to shreds; small red streaks
crisscrossed her blond bush.
The Earl’s African ‘man
servant’ Mufasa was testing a cat o nine
tails. Tiffany herself was swinging
from her wrists; her breath was coming in gasps.
“Ah excellent timing as always
old friend. Care to
partake?”
“Uh, maybe later.”
“Well I’ll try to save
some for you.” Earl MacDuke
walked behind Tiffany and unleashed a flurry of slashes at her firm
buttocks. The girl cried out
but then bit her tongue.
“She keeps doing that, putting
on a good face, stiff upper lip and all
that! Not a bad show for a
colonial. But I think I have
something that will open those
lips.” Earl MacDuke reached
for the ivory sheath for his sword-cane and twirled it a few times like a
baton. The Reaver looked on
puzzled; Freedom Girl began to stir and watched him prance around like a
marching bank leader for a minute.
Even Mufasa grunted in amusement.
After a few more spins and tosses MacDuke caught the ivory sheath
gripped it in his hand and then brutally jammed it between her
legs. He pushed it father and
twisted it.
The girl’s scream was deafening
in the small room.
Even Mufasa
cringed.
“Um Earl maybe you
should…”
“Wot’s that m’lad,
can’t hear you over the
screaming!” He laughed
and twisted the ivory cane again. The Reaver put a hand on his
shoulder. “Earl, that’s enough.”
“What?”
The Earl yelled with a scowl.
“Are you mad? Look at this trollop!
She has it coming don’t you
know! After what her father
did to me she’s gotten off
lightly! Bloody hell, what did you think I was going to do with
her?” He waved his sword-cane
a few times in front of the Reaver’s
face. The Reaver was not
impressed.
“Earl, you’ve got issues,
I respect that, but I’m taking her home
now. Don’t get in my
way.”
“My good man that simply is
not going to happen.” The
Earl lowered his sword-cane into a fighting stance and Mufasa cracked his
knuckles.
***
Two minutes
later…
The Reaver wiped the blood off his
hunting knife and retrieved the throwing knife from Mufasa’s
neck. He was careful not to
step in the growing pool of the Earl’s
blood. He let Freedom Girl down
and gently helped her to her feet.
He draped the Earl’s jacket over the shivering girl and led her
outside. No one noticed them
as the slipped out the back; they were all focused on watching the Sports
Illustrated swimsuit models dike out on stage.
When they were finally outside and
in the Reaver’s van the girl finally said
something.
“W-why?”
The Reaver thought for a
second. He really didn’t
have an answer. They drove in
silence for fifteen minutes.
Finally he said “Cause you’re
not to blame OK. I don’t
know what’s going on with me but I can’t take it out on
you. Fuck I know you won’t
remember any of this, fuck really it will have never happened but y’know
I can’t just let that asshole torture
you. I mean OK, you’re
a heroine and I’m a villain but really this is not my
thing. I’m a fucking
professional, I don’t hurt people unless I have to, but this whole crazy
reset thing is getting to me.
It’s like none of this is real anymore and I’m starting
to act like it. I know that
doesn’t make any sense to you, hell maybe I’m just going crazy
but y’know you’re a nice kid and whether or not this is real you
don’t deserve it. So I’m
gonna take you home and that’s the last of it, from here on out I’m
going to just stay out of your way.
All right?”
She didn’t
answer. He looked over at her
she was slumped against the window, her eyes staring blankly.
“Shit…” he muttered
and pulled over. He checked
her pulse, nothing. She was
dead.
The Reaver spend the rest of the
day in a bar getting drunk.
Take 5
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday the 13th. The young heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her head. That was stupid. Something like that could betray her while on patrol. Lucky everything was quiet.
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
She took one more look around and headed for home. Maybe it was for the best. Tomorrow was a school day and even superheroines need their beauty sleep.
***
Faster than he could see, the Reaver slapped Randy’s shotgun out of his hands.
“We don’t need to do that; these guys can see we’re serious, can’t you?” He fingered a knife, the scientists nodded.
While the gunman picked his gun off the floor the Reaver turned to the scientists. “OK Snow, Corbeau, you guys are experts in time travel right?”
“Well temporal mechanics actually, time travel is just one application of the-“
“Yes, yes we are” Corbeau interrupted afraid Snow’s tangent would get them killed.
“And you’ve got all kinds of lab equipment here right? I want you to set it up and test me.”
“But-“
“NOW!” A quick toss of a throwing knife through Snow’s shoe (just missing the toes) ended the argument. The two scientists disappeared into the warehouse to fetch gear, Andy and Louie in tow.
“Hey, uh, Reaver, my man, I know you’re the boss here and I’m cool with that but this isn’t really the pl-“
The Reaver’s punch broke Randy’s nose and knocked him out. “Shut the fuck up intern.”
***
Around four in the morning the scientists were ready to start their tests. By noon they had some results.
“Definitely a localized anti-chronoton field…”
“In English doc.” The Reaver fingered another throwing knife.
“Yes, right. In layman’s terms your personal time line has been seriously disrupted.”
“I kind of figured that out already doc. I need you to fix it!”
“It would be easier if you told me what exactly has been happening to you.”
The Reaver looked at this old man and considered for a second. The fact was he knew nothing about time travel or whatever; he needed this guy’s help.
“Well it started five days ago, which for me was also Friday the thirteenth...”
***
Tiffany Truman had a pleasant day marred only by a surprise math test.
***
“I really cannot explain what is happening to you. Perhaps if we have the device in front of us…”
“Randy has the plans for it in his pocket.”
“Yes but from what you said he wasn’t able to follow them perfectly. Perhaps there’s some mistake or error he made that accounts for your situation.”
“So I’m screwed?”
“Not at all, from what you say in a few hours you’ll have another chance to do it all over again, exactly how it happened the first time. You simply have to make sure that I have a chance to examine the device.”
“So I have to let Randy build the machine but also explain the situation to you again so you can figure it all out.”
“Exactly!”
“Why are you being so helpful anyway?”
“Well usually I do not cooperate with supervillains but your case is one of the most fascinating I have heard in a long time. I would love to write a paper about it someday.”
“Of course you won’t remember any of this.”
“I wonder… I wonder what happens to the rest of us at midnight? Does our timeline end or do you simply disappear and we continue with our memories of today intact? You might be creating a new divergent time line with each reset! Think of it, five whole worlds created by your actions. Quite an achievement, God himself is only credited with creating one.”
“Yeah well, I’d trade it all for a chance to see Saturday.”
The Reaver let them go. What the hell, it didn’t matter to him. He beat the crap out of Randy again and left the intern tied up in a dumpster. He wondered if the useless shit would manage to get out before they picked up the trash on Monday. Lucky bastard, at least he’d get to see Monday.
***
After track practice Tiffany went Hughes Mall to hang out with her friends. They went to see the new Global Protectors movie and laughed at Paris Hilton’s ‘acting’. She and her boyfriend Brad made out in the parking lot. Brad mentioned his parents were out of town.
***
VX kept trying to call him to find out what happened. The Reaver cursed, he’d forgotten about them. Oh well, it didn’t matter. He ignored the calls.
He checked the phone book for Tiffany Truman but found nothing. Probably still living with her parents. He paid a visit her school. It was closed but after a bit of ‘persuasion’ one of the secretaries working after hours gave up Tiffany’s address and phone number. He left her tied up in a broom closet. Maybe they’d find her before Monday, maybe not. It didn’t matter.
He swung by Tiffany’s house and climbed the roof opposite it. He watched the apartment carefully but only saw a middle-aged polish woman. It was pretty clear the teenager wasn’t home. He cursed himself for being stupid. Of course she wasn’t home, it was Friday and she was a pretty girl. Ah well, there was always next time.
So he called Candi directly and sure enough she showed up on his door in a Freedom Girl outfit.
***
Tiffany called her mom to say she was at her friend’s house studying and would probably stay over.
Brad poured her some wine from his dad’s liquor cabinet.
***
It was ten-thirty when the VX enforcers kicked down the Reaver’s
door. He barely had time to
pull out of Candi’s ass and reach for his throwing stars when they entered
the bedroom. He hit one of the
enforcers in the throat before the other two vaporized him with plasma blasts.
Take 6
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday the 13th. The young heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her head. That was stupid. Something like that could betray her while on patrol. Lucky everything was quiet.
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
BAM!
The gunshot echoed through the quiet streets.
“Or not…”
***
“Fuck! Jesus Christ! Holy…”
Freedom Girl looked through the skylight trying to figure out what was going on. Two gunmen were holding some scientists hostages but the supervillain-looking guy was just stumbling around like he was having some kind of fit. Well she wasn’t going to let a chance like this go to waste!
***
The Reaver pulled himself together just in time to see Freedom Girl take down his two gunmen. He smiled.
“OK Tiffany, let’s get it right this time.”
Smoke bomb. Punch. Grab. Punch. And Freedom Girl was down before she had time to wonder how he knew her name.
The Reaver tried to make sure everything went as he remembered it from the first time. He let Randy screw around, opening every crate and pulling out random widgets as if he knew what he was doing.
At about three he stopped Louie from molesting the heroine. Before he left he had a brainstorm and took away her watch. He vaguely remembered the face had been broken the first time around. That must have been how she cut herself free.
Around dawn he fetched Snow to work with Randy.
Around 10am he led Snow away. FINALLY! Instead of tying him back up he took the older doctor to a quiet place in the warehouse.
“My good man you must listen to me, the device
“Yeah, it’s all fucked up. I know. But I have to let him finish it and then you have to figure out what’s wrong with it.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Y’see doc it’s like this…”
***
“Fascinating.”
“Not if you’re living it.”
“No, I suppose not. Of course I will want to do some tests to confirm-“
“There’s a Chronal Spectrum Analyzer in that crate there. Check for a localized anti-chronoton field.”
“How do you- of course, that’s what happened last time.”
A few minutes later…
“Fascinating! You realize the questions raised are endless! For example I wonder what happens to the rest of us at midnight? Does our timeline end or do you simply disappear and we continue with our memories of today intact? You might be creating a new divergent time line with each reset! Think of it, five whole worlds-“
“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’m doing better than fucking God who only created one. I know.”
“How…? Of course I
must have said the same thing in an earlier
timeline. You say the first
time
“Closer to 11:30 but we got delayed cause Tiffany got loose.”
“Tiffany?”
“Freedom Girl, that heroine chick.”
“Ah right.”
“So I’m gonna tie you up till then cause if you move in too soon you might change how Randy makes the machine and then I’m back to square one.”
“But surely you can trust me to-“
The Reaver fingered a knife. Snow nodded mutely. As he was tying the doctor the Reaver shoved a gag into his mouth. No sense letting him say something that will screw things up.
***
“You’re really fucking useless you know that?”
“Shut up!”
“No you shut up! Think about it Freedom Chick-“
“Freedom GIRL!”
”Whatever, why would they gag Dr. Snow unless he saw something he
wasn’t supposed to? We
have to find out what’s going on which means you have to get loose!”
“But I’m tied up!”
“So… break loose, or slip out the ropes or something! The heroines on TV do it all the time.”
“Well that’s TV and this is real life.”
“Like I said you’re fucking useless.”
Freedom Girl slumped down defeated. Dr. Corbeau was right of course but what could she do? She didn’t have any utility belt or hidden tools or anything like that. They’d even taken her watch away.
Damn. Friday the 13th was turning out to be her unluckiest day ever.
***
Finally at 11:30 the machine was ready to be tested.
“OK Randy, just leave it there. Be right back.”
“Huh but it’s totally ready to-“
The Reaver made sure Freedom Girl was still locked up and brought Dr. Snow over to check it out.
“Well?”
“I, I don’t know where to start…
“Malfunctioned? What do you mean, we haven’t even tested it-“
“Randy, shut up. Doc, do what you can, fill me in and we can keep trying tomorrow.”
“I guess…”
Take 10
“OK doc so last time you got as far as the tachyon inverter manifold.”
“Was it polarized?”
“I don’t fucking know!”
“This is not easy for me you understand. I realize for you this is the fourth time but for me this is the first time again. All of this is new and your briefings are not exactly scientifically rigorous!”
“We’re wasting time doc.”
Take 15
“OK doc last time you said the thing is like… shit, I can’t remember…”
“Mr. Reaver, when was the last time you slept?”
“Sleep? Well technically I got some sleep Thursday and I can usually go 36, 48 hours without-“
“What about in your timeline?”
“Doesn’t matter, cause, y’know, I start fresh every morning and shit.”
“Yes but there is also a psychological need for sleep that you are missing.”
“But if I sleep I might forget how to do this right or what we’re up to or… or… fuck… I can’t even think straight.”
“It is nearly midnight. Why don’t you take a rest tomorrow and start fresh in two days? Rest, relax, do something you enjoy.”
The Reaver looked over at the bound and gagged Freedom Girl in the corner.
“Hmm.”
Take 16
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday the 13th. The young heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her head. That was stupid. Something like that could betray her while on patrol. Lucky everything was quiet.
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
She took one more look around and headed for home. Maybe it was for the best. Tomorrow was a school day and even superheroines need their beauty sleep.
***
“OK guys, do your thing, I’m out of here.”
“Huh?”
***
Once he left the warehouse the Reaver realized the doc had been right. After 10 straight subjective days in the warehouse he was a zombie. He found a fleabag motel, checked in under a fake ID and paid cash. He made sure there was no way for VX to trace him down this time.
***
He slept till noon, had some lunch and then headed out. No reason he can’t have some fun today.
A quick trip to an internet café and quick use of some VX hacking software got him Tiffany Truman’s school schedule, athletic teams and the rest of her file.
Dressed in civvies, with his weapons and costume in a backpack he slipped into her busy high school. A few kids looked him over but figured he was just a parent or substitute teacher.
A quick lock picking took him to the roof, just as the 3 o’clock bell rang and most students left. Except for some sports teams and clubs. He smiled; he was just in time for the girl’s track team workout. He pulled the binoculars from his bag and started checking things out. Tiffany wasn’t hard to pick out, her running shorts and sport bra hid even less than her costume. The Reaver noticed she was performing normally, she wasn’t using her belt, not that there was anywhere for her to hide it in her outfit. Watching her sweat and pant he began to be impressed. This girl could use her belt a whole lot of ways, as a robber, as an athlete or just sit on it and do nothing, instead she was went out at night and risked her life to help people. Those people who would never even know her real name. The Reaver has always been a gifted athlete and had never for a minute thought of using his skills to help anyone but himself. There was something touching about it.
He shook his head, “must be getting soft, too little sleep and food the last few days, making me sentimental.” Just as the sun started to set Tiffany and a few teammates finished up and headed for the locker room. The Reaver made sure the coast was clear and roped down after them.
***
The first girl he met was a skinny sandy blonde girl on her way out. The girl was so slim she just needed a few whiffs of chloroform to put her to sleep.
Then there were the two girls fixing their makeup in front of the mirror.
“So then Susan text messaged Lisa to say that I emailed Pam and said the Brad is cute.”
“So like then what?”
“Well Susan opened her big mouth in the cafeteria to tell Kim what Lisa said that I said that Pam said and Kim was all like ‘what? Say that again?’ cause Joey was talking real loud and so Susan said it louder but Tiffany was walking by and heard her so now Tiffany thinks I’m trying to make a move on Brad.”
“Geeze. But did you tell her what Terri said Mary said to Angela about-“
The Reaver cut off this gripping story with two blowgun darts and continued inside.
“Come on Tiffany, let’s go!”
“Coming! I just want to wash up, I’m seeing Brad tonight.”
“I bet you are. I heard from Debbie that he told Helen his parents were going out of town.”
Tiffany laughed. “Maybe, you might be right, I heard the same thing from Sharon who heard it from Johnny who saw them packing the car. I guess we’ll have to see.” She giggled again.
“Is this your first night together?”
“Well…”
“It’s not?!”
“Remember that school trip to
“No! No way, there were like teachers and everything.”
Tiffany giggled again. “Remember how everyone was going out for dinner and I was all like ‘I’m turning in early’ and Brad was all like ‘me too’? Well I guess we weren’t so tired after all.”
“Damn, Tiffany, you’re always so like, y’know proper and stuff, wow. I’m gonna head out, I’ll meet you by the car.”
“Okay Annie, see you in a bit. But like, you won’t tell anyone right?”
“Huh? Oh no, you know me, lips are sealed.”
Annie came out muttering something about perfect little Tiffany being a big old slut after all. The Reaver slugged her across the face and right between the legs. She crumpled up in pain. A chop across the back of her neck took her down painfully. That would teach her to insult his Tiffany.
***
Tiffany finished her shower and wrapped herself in a towel. She thought she heard someone. “Hey is anyone still there?”
No answer. She stepped into the silent locker room.
“Hello?”
She clutched the towel closer.
“Hello? EEK!”
Her bare foot kicked against Annie’s battered body on the floor. Her hands rose in panic and the towel hit the floor.
She looked left and right, seeing her friends in various states of undress and unconsciousness, she ran towards her locker and the belt inside it.
The lights went out.
She screamed.
She fumbled with the lock; it took 3 tries to open it. She heard footsteps in the locker room. It finally opened, she tore through her bag looking for the belt, it wasn’t there!
“Hey Tiffany, looking for this?”
She turned; it was man dressed head to toe in black leather. He had her belt in one hand and something in the other, a straw?
“Huh?” was all she had time to say before the blowgun dart bulls eyed her left breast. She fell.
***
And woke up with a terrible hangover. “Wha-what?”
“Eloquent as ever Freedom Girl.”
She was dressed in her costume now, with her belt on. Though as she became more coherent she realized she wasn’t quite in costume. The blue halter top with white stars was the same, as was the mask and sneakers but her practical white and red cargo pants had been replaced by a pleated white and red miniskirt. It made the heroine look like a damn cheerleader!
“Like it? After our trip to the Thorne Club I decided it should be your permanent costume.”
“Where?”
“Wow you are the talkative one, why aren’t you on the debate team?”
“Huh?”
“Aw now you’re repeating yourself. Come on” he snapped his fingers in front of her glazed eyes a few times “your magic belt is supposed to help you recover faster.”
Tiffany was recovering quickly, her eyes started to focus. She was still in the locker room and her friends were there too, tied to posts and still dazed. Christie, the skinny girl with sandy blond hair was there, she’d been fully dressed when the Reaver got her. Debbie and Sharon, the girls who’d been fixing their makeup were dressed in their jeans and bras but had not put their shirts on when the Reaver hit them. Annie was also full dressed and moaned in pain. Bruises were forming from the Reaver’s beating. Tiffany was not tied at all but somehow she knew things were not that easy.
The Reaver crossed his arms and leaned back against a locker. “Don’t worry Tiffany, you’re not drugged or anything (yet), this will be a fair fight. Your magic belt against my skills. The prize is your friend’s lives. Or virtue. Or both.”
“Huh? Their virtue? What do you mean?”
The Reaver sighed and shook his head, those heroines today… “I mean their virginity! Geeze.”
“Huh? I mean none of us are like-“
“Listen you dumb slut, you fight me or I’ll rape you and all of these whores for the rest of the night! That clear enough?”
“Uh… oh my gawd, you’re serious, you would really do… that?! I mean really, really?”
“What are you stupid or something? Look at the black leather! I’m a fucking supervillain! I kill people! You think raping some schoolgirls is beyond my abilities?” This wasn’t going at all how the Reaver thought it would.
“Oh shit, oh crap, oh fuck, Jesus, God…” She started to hyperventilate and doubled over. Then Tiffany threw up over her costume.
The Reaver was just disgusted.
“You know Tiffany, forget it okay. Just, never mind. Jesus, you call yourself a heroine…”
He turned and walked out.
Some vacation.
Take 17
“OK doc any new ideas?”
Take 18
“Oh fuck it.” The Reaver slit Doctor Snow’s throat and walked out.
He called some buddies and then they all watched Tiffany and her friends
head for the locker room. This time he didn’t bother with any fair fight taunting
crap, he just grabbed them and drugged them with
cumalot. By six o’clock he and his friends were having a full
on orgy in the girl’s locker room.
Take 19
“OK doc, now I’m serious, let’s get to work.”
Take 23
“No doc! No! You already tried that last time! What else have you got?”
“Um, we could reverse the polarity-“
“You already tried that!”
“Then I honestly do not know. Your condition makes no sense at all. Even malfunctioning like this, why would the machine send you into such a predictable and convenient loop? It always moves you from midnight to midnight? The odds of that are astronomical, I just do not see how it could have happened, it makes no sense!”
“Um, Dr. Snow, what about MacGuffin Particles?” Corbeau tossed in.
“What’s that?”
“MacGuffin particles are nonsense, nothing but idle nonsense from quacks and charlatans.” Corbeau scowled at him for that but the Reaver was still interested. “Talk to me lady, what’s a MacGuffin Particle?”
“Well, the fact remains there many things in our world that seem all too convenient and impossible. For example why is it that when certain people are exposed to radiation they get superpowers but most get cancer? Why is that when powers have a time limit they’re usually convenient like 1 hour or 24 hours? Why is it that magic works for some people and not for others? Freedom Girl said her magic belt only works for ‘patriotic Americans’ why is that? How does the belt know? It seems that these natural phenomena are affected by some sort of psychic energy that can affect the very structure of reality in various ways. Dr. MacGuffin at the Allen Richards Institute has taken to calling them MacGuffin Particles.”
“Bah, he has not managed to detect them or measure them! You’re just spouting nonsense-“
A throwing knife grazed Dr. Snow’s ear and the older scientist fell silent. The Reaver nodded to Corbeau. “OK, so how do you get rid of them?”
“Well no one has ever managed to detect them; it’s really just a theory.”
“So how does that help me?”
“Well the only way your plight makes sense is if someone is generating the MacGuffin Particles. To get out of your situation you have to address it at the source.”
“You’re saying these things come from magical stuff?”
“I would assume so but honestly there’s no-“
“Like Freedom Girl’s magic belt?”
“Perhaps but without more experimentation-“
“Fuck that.” The Reaver pulled the belt out of his pouch, a lighter out of another one and started melting the silver buckle.
“But-but, that’s not how it works!”
The Reaver stopped. “Well?”
“If you’re already been exposed to the MacGuffin Particles it’s too late. You have to be exposed to new particles with the opposite effect.”
“And how exactly do I do that? I thought you said you can’t make them?”
“You would have to figure out who generated them and get her- I mean whoever generated them – to create a counteracting set of particles.”
“So you’re saying Freedom Girl put some kind of hex on me and I have to get her to lift it?”
“If we assume that she is the one who created the particles, then yes.”
“Jesus Christ, so it was her fault all along. God damn. Well then time to get started.”
“How will you-“
“Oh don’t worry, I can be very persuasive, she’ll be begging lift the curse when I’m done.”
Snow stood up “We cannot condone you hurting that poor girl! Even if my colleague’s untested theory is correct there is no-“
Snow stopped talking because the Reaver had cut his throat.
Corbeau ran five steps before a throwing knife killed her.
Careful not to step in the blood, the Reaver headed outside.
***
The blonde heroine was sitting miserably on the floor tied to a support. Louie and Andy were hanging around leering at her but had kept their hands off. The Reaver called them over and whispered some instructions. The two thugs smiled and nodded. As he left the Reaver loudly told them “And don’t forget, hands off the girl!” The two thugs giggled and nodded.
The Reaver walked back to where he’d left Randy. Since he wasn’t bothering with the machine this time around he’d just tied the intern to a post and gagged. He figured he’d better give the guys a few minutes to get things going so he walked up to Randy and punched him in the gut.
“Well asshole, this had better work or I’ll fucking slit your throat tomorrow.”
Randy just groaned.
“Ah what the hell, not like you won’t get better.” He cut Randy’s throat and stepped back to watch him bleed for a while.
***
When he got back to Freedom Girl things were just getting started. Louie had pulled the girl to her feet and was mauling her breasts through her top. Andy had her legs and was pulling off the sneakers and cargo pants. The helpless heroine was struggling and trying to cry out through her gag.
The Reaver waited until the pants were off and Andy was reaching for her white panties to show himself.
“What hell are you guys doing?!” He barked. The two thugs froze on cue, he’d told them to expect this.
“Just a little fun boss, the bitch wants it, really.” Louie squeezed her breasts hard, the girl frantically tried to shriek through her gag.
The Reaver walked up looking right into the girl’s pleading eyes and slugged Andy in the jaw. The thug fell back surprised, that wasn’t in the script!
Louie (reluctantly) let go of Freedom Girl’s breasts and tried to get away but another punch from the Reaver took him down too. A quick cut freed the girl who turned to run. The Reaver grabbed her hair and threw her to the floor. Freedom Girl trembled at his feet, not knowing what would come next. She certainly didn’t expect him to reach into a pouch and take out her belt! He dropped it on her chest and said “get up, put your pants on and you can go. We’re square now, I saved you from these guys and I’m letting you go. Right? We’re even?”
With her belt back Freedom Girl felt braver and more confident. She wasn’t going to let this leather-masked sadist scare her any more. So she struggled to her feet and faced the villain. “What was that all about?” She demanded.
“Nothing, things just got out of hand OK? Now tell me we’re square.”
“I don’t know what you’re trying to do but this isn’t over. You beat me up, you tied me up, your goons tried to… to attack me. We’re not even mister, not by a long shot.”
“Tiffany listen-“
Freedom Girl’s face became a mask of shock.
“Yeah, I know your name. In face I know your name, where you live, your school, your mom, the whole deal. You really shouldn’t carry your school ID on patrol. But I’m not gonna use that information, I’m gonna let you go. All you have to do is tell me we’re square and go home.”
Freedom Girl accessed the situation, she was wearing only her panties, top and mask, she was tired and stiff from being tied up and the Reaver had already beaten her once when she was fresh. The smart thing would be to take his offer and just leave.
But if he knew all that, how could she just leave. For all she knew there were goons waiting for her at home! Her mom and all her friends could be in danger. She couldn’t take that risk!
“No. Not until you tell me what you’re up to!”
“Nothing, God-damn it! NOTHING! I just want this to be over OK! Fucking say it’s over and leave!”
Behind Freedom Girl Louie staggered to his feet and spat out a tooth. He reached in his belt for his pistol. “Scuse me one second” said the Reaver as he drew a throwing knife. He pushed the girl aside and threw the razor-sharp blade into Louie’s throat. Blood shot from the big guy’s flabby neck and he fell to his knees.
Freedom Girl made up her mind; she wasn’t going to let this guy kill people (even slime-bags like Louie) in front of her. She buckled the belt around her bare waist and kicked the Reaver in his stomach. The leather armor and throwing knives protected him from harm (and actually hurt her foot) but the villain still stumbled a few steps. She moved in and landed a few good punches on his masked face and a solid kick on his knee. He went down on one knee with a grunt.
“Now tell me what’s going on or-“
The Reaver roared and landed a vicious punch right on her crotch. Even with her belt enhancing her strength and toughness the 17-year old staggered back the Reaver gave her no room to think or react as he landed two more punches across her face and three more to her skinny gut and a knee to crotch again. Belt or no belt she crumbled to the floor. The Reaver planted his boot on her crotch and pushed hard, Freedom Girl screamed. From his thigh holster he took out his biggest, nastiest hunting knife, held it up to the light for her to see and threw it as hard as he could.
It landed an inch from her ear and planted itself three inches into the hard wood floor.
“Is this what you want?!” He reached down and tore loose the belt; he threw it across the room. He pushed into her sore crotch again and tore off her panties in one yank. He pulled the panicking girl to her feet by her hair and dragged her stumbling to the pole where she’d been bound. Another knife appeared in his hand and he held it to her neck. He paused for thirty seconds to let her racing mind catch up.
“Is this over bitch?”
“Y-yes! Yes oh God please don’t kill me, please, I promise I’ll go right home and won’t ever see you again, I promise, I promise, I promise!”
“We’re even right? You have nothing else against me?”
“Huh? Yeah, sure, we’re even, totally, I won’t do anything I promise.”
The shoved her again this time towards her pants and magic belt.
“Get dressed and get out.”
***
It was only after she left that the Reaver realized she wasn’t wearing the belt. If the whammy she put on him really did come from the belt, could she break it without wearing the belt? That would be tough, when she had the belt on she was a total uptight bitch and when she had it off she was a scared little girl. He thought about that but didn’t have an answer.
He’d have asked Corbeau but she was dead. For now.
So he shrugged. He’d find out at midnight one way or the other.
***
He headed to the Thorne Club, it was mostly dead but he found a waitress dressed as Star and took her to a back room. It wasn’t the same as Freedom Girl but it was OK.
At midnight he was sitting on a rooftop watching Tiffany’s window. The mini microphone in his binoculars told him she was on the phone with some other heroine crying about what happened. Colonel Liberty’s daughter was thinking about giving up this whole heroine business after today. The Reaver smiled, maybe that would take the curse off of him.
11:59 became 12:00.
And the Reaver found himself back in the damn warehouse.
***
Take 24
“OK Freedom Girl, we’re going to have a little talk here and when we’re done you’re going to do a favor for me. And I know you’ll do it because I can be very persuasive.”
Freedom Girl tried to be brave despite her situation. She lying spread-eagled on a table in the warehouse office, her hands and legs tied under it. She was gagged and her pockets had been emptied but other than that she had not been touched. She even had her magic belt.
The Reaver had just spent some time torturing and killing the scientists and then his henchmen in front of her. Despite her belt’s powers she could not help them or break free. She had never felt so impotent in her life! The Reaver’s gloved hand passed low along her body, following the curve of her waist and the swell of her breasts. The girl squirmed and tried to stretch her neck but he locked his hand around her jaw. With one quick motion he tore the gag loose.
“STOP! STOP!” She yelled. “What do you want?”
“Oh I don’t think you’ll give it to me just yet. Cause you don’t want to give it to me. But you will. You definitely will.”
He reached in a pouch and took out a leather kit. He unfolded it next to her face showing off the exacto-knives, hooks, needles, pliers and mini-torch. The Reaver never liked hurting prisoners, he had nothing but contempt for the sadists who do that stuff for fun, but at the same time he knew that sometimes a job required it. And after twenty-four days of this shit he was willing to do anything to see Saturday. He picked a small hook with a razor-sharp edge. He fired up the torch and started to heat it.
“W-what are you going to do?”
“You’re not scared are you? Surely Colonel Liberty’s daughter isn’t afraid of a little pain? I heard one time your old man was a prisoner of the Nazis for two months. They whipped him and burned him and cut him but he never talked. They say at the end of it he looked more like hamburger than a man. Finally the Iron Cross came to interrogate him personally and then he broke loose and strangled that Nazi asshole with his bare hands. He’d put up with all of that shit just for the moment he could strike. So you should be fine right?”
The Reaver had no idea if that story was true or not, he’d made it up on the spot but he could see the girl was torn between wanting to show courage wanting to beg for mercy. Good.
“I… I’m not scared!” Her voice broke. “D-do what you want! But my dad is going to-“
“Girl, I’m not afraid of your dad. Right now your dad can’t touch me. Course that’s part of the problem… But let’s get started.” With her feet bound he couldn’t pull off her pants. So he took the heated hook and caught the seam of her cargo pants. The girl screamed when the hot metal brushed her hip. With one quick cut the left leg was cut in half down the front. He heated the hook again as she squirmed. With another cut and another scream her right leg was cut open. He carefully cut the belt loops free and moved the magic belt to her bare waist. Then he pulled the ruined pants off of her.
“Aren’t you the pretty one? But what’s with the white cotton panties? I thought you kids all wore black thongs these days?”
“My mom won’t let me- I mean fuck you!”
The Reaver chuckled and heated the hook a third time. This time he put it under her chin near the blue and white-starred halter top. “Geeze girl, did you buy this costume off the rack or what? Cargo pants and a halter top? You look more like you’re going to Old Navy than going to fight crime.”
“I- screw you!” She answered. He voice broke that time too. A quick slash down the exact center split the top open. Her ripe breasts spilled out. The Reaver had seen them plenty of times of course but they never failed to impress.
“Nice tits Freedom Girl. What is it with you heroines and nice tits? You never see a super-babe with A cups. Maybe it’s cause your dad’s a big-shot hero and he gets all the stacked babes. I bet your mom’s really hot. You know what a MILF is?”
“G-go to hell!” She was starting to cry. The Reaver reached up gently as if to comfort her and tore off her mask.
“Pretty face too. Young. Hey, your dad was in World War II right? Gotta be like 80, 90 years old by now. What’s he doing with a 17 year old daughter? Kind of sick if you ask me.”
The now-naked girl just sobbed. Her magic belt was the only thing she had on.
“You know what’s freaky now? All these kids getting tattoos and piercings. I mean what’s up with that? You have any tattoos?” He took a step back and leered at her. He lifted each breast as if looking under them and then stuck his head between her thighs. “Nope. Too young I guess, don’t you have to be 18 to get one?”
The girl was just sobbing now, not even hearing him. Whatever courage her belt gave her was long gone.
“But I bet you want a piercing don’t you? Don’t you!?” He slammed his fist down on her stomach. She cried out and coughed a few times. “Well?”
“Y-yes, anything you say, all right, just don’t hurt me!”
“You know what would be sexy? A nice metal sun just like Janet Jackson’s. You’d like that huh?”
“Yeah, sure, anything…”
She was just babbling now, saying anything she thought would make him happy. It was a start but it wasn’t what he really needed. That would come.
“Of course in order to have something like Janet I’d have to pierce your nipple, but you don’t mind do you?”
“Please…” She babbled, hoping to end this ordeal. Somewhere in the back of her mind she felt like Paul Revere and George Washington and all those guys were shaking their fingers at her but she just didn’t care.
The Reaver held up a steel needle and heated it and held it in front of her eye. She squirmed away as best she could. The Reaver chuckled and stabbed it straight through her left areola! Tiffany smelled cooking meat, her own. The Reaver grabbed her chin again and made her look at him.
“Say ‘thank you Mr. Reaver.’”
“Uh… uh…” she panted incoherently. He twisted the needle and she screamed.
“Say it.”
“PLEASE!”
“Say… it…” he twisted again, her whole body shook with sobs.
“Tuh… thank you… oh please don’t hurt me any more, please, oh god…”
The Reaver had taken out a half dozen more needles and held them between his fingers. “Don’t you worry Tiffany, we’re gonna make you look just like those cool goth girls in your school.”
Tiffany screamed.
***
Hours later the Reaver hosed her down and untied the naked girl from the table. He adjusted her belt, the only stitch of clothing she still had. He helped her to her feet and walked her to a mirror.
Her left eye was gone. The eyelid had been stitched shut over the empty socket. Her left breast looked like a pincushion dotted with needles, thumb tacks and even nails. He had run needles down the length of her left arm, each one entering, passing through an inch of skin and then leaving. A red arrow had been carved into the skin of her abdomen pointing down to her pussy, which he had painfully shaved with a hunting knife. It would leave a vivid red scar. Similar the words ‘Fucktoy Girl’ were carved down her right leg and a series of stars down her left. Smaller cuts and scares crisscrossed her tender skin. Freedom Girl looked at herself in the mirror and began to giggle, then laugh hysterically until her cuts reopened. She doubled over gasping for breath.
“I’m so beautiful…” she gasped. “Thank you daddy, thank you.”
“My pleasure. Now tell me who you love Fucktoy Girl.”
“I love you daddy Reaver” she lisped through her cut lips and the stud in her tongue.
“Show me girl.” He pushed gently on her shoulder and opened his fly.
She showed him.
Finally it was almost midnight. Freedom girl was sitting in the corner humming to herself and driving needles through her right arm. The Reaver looked on his handiwork and felt sick to his stomach. He’d tortured before, he’d tortured her before, but this was… this was wrong. He shook his head.
But maybe, just maybe it would work.
The clock struck 12.
The Reaver closed his eyes.
And opened them in the warehouse again.
***
Takes 25-37
The next day the Reaver told Andy and Louie to expect her and had them shoot the hostages in front of Freedom Girl. She took them down but was as unprepared as always for the Reaver. He spend some time torturing her but gave up after a few hours. His heart just wasn’t in it.
He took the next few days off, watching TV till he memorized the questions on Jeopardy and learned all about bra sizes from Oprah. After a few more days he started following Tiffany through her day. He’d follow her home across the rooftops. Watch her evade her mother as she snuck back in, watch her sleeping. Watch her wake up, stretch, one time he even snuck into her apartment and watched her shower. Then it was off to school. Sometimes he’d watch from across the street, other times he’d slip in and walk around. Then it was off to the mall, twice he sat behind her at the movies but he couldn’t do it anymore. He told himself it was that dire Global Protectors movie but really he knew he couldn’t stand to see her throwing herself at that asshole Brad. Didn’t she know she could do so much better? Watching her at Brad’s house was even worse. One time he set off some incendiary grenades so he could watch the firemen hose them down. Midnight would usually find him outside Brad’s house watching through binoculars until finally…
***
One day he killed her social studies teacher and took his place. He had some vague plan involving the detention room and anal rape he thought would entertain himself for the day.
He spent the whole period talking about American atrocities in
The Reaver had them spend the rest of the period writing essays about why
The strange thing about it, after everything he’d put her through, he was hurt by the look of hatred on her face. Genuinely hurt.
He spent the next day alone, didn’t even hire a hooker. He avoided the school and mall and everything but could not stop thinking about Tiffany. He ended up in Brad’s backyard again, watching.
***
That’s when he realized it.
After everything she’d put him through and he’d put her through. After fights and captures and rape and torture and endless watching, he lov- he liked her.
Really, really liked her.
And then it started over.
Take 38
At the mall…
“Hey Tiffany right? My name’s Rodriguez I’d like to talk to you for a sec-“
“Like… whatever!”
She and her friends walked off giggling.
Clearly the Reaver needed a new plan.
Take 39
At school…
“Ah hello, Tiffany Truman right? I’m Dr. Ramone.”
“Like, where’s Dr. Goldman?”
“The usual guidance councilor is out today, he has a sore throat.”
In the closet Dr. Goldman twitched a few more times before falling still.
“Your homeroom teacher asked me to talk to you today about your school work. She said you’ve been tired and distracted lately. Are you getting enough rest?”
“Huh? Yeah, I guess, I mean I am busy with like track team and college applications and stuff.”
“Is that all, is that really all? Your mother thinks you’re hiding something, she says you haven’t been sneaking out at night lately.”
“How did she- I mean, uh, sometimes, like I can’t sleep so I go for a walk at night. That’s it, really.”
“Tiffany we know that’s not true…”
“REALLY!”
“Tiffany, you know since it is on school grounds we are allowed to search your locker.”
“Huh? But… NO!”
‘Dr. Ramone’ reached beneath the desk and pulled out her Freedom Girl costume. “We already found this… what is it called… Liberty Lass costume.”
“F-freedom Girl…” Tiffany corrected in a small voice.
“So I guess it is yours.”
“I can explain!”
“I’m sure you can, I’m sure you can. I know it’s hard being a teen these days, especially from a single parent household. Probably your mother can’t afford all the things you want, you start looking for other options. You probably heard about those Catholic schoolgirls who were running their little call girl service. They would go to men’s homes in their school uniforms; I hear they also had Ultra Girl costumes, Global Protector costumes, nurses uniforms and so on. It must seem like easy money Tiffany but you must realize this is not-“
“What? No! That’s not it! I’m not some teenaged call girl or anything, I AM FREEDOM GIRL!” She stopped herself but it was too late, she’d just shouted her secret identity!
“I… see… tell me Tiffany how long have you thought you were a superheroine?”
“No, I’m not crazy! I really am a heroine! Look!” She pulled her magic belt out of her bag and showed him. “See this! My dad gave it to me, it’s a magic belt made by Paul Revere. I really am Freedom Girl!”
“Tiffany…”
“Really!”
“OK, assuming this is true, and assuming your father really is Colonel Liberty-“
“I never said my dad is Colonel Liberty.” Tiffany suddenly became suspicious. The Reaver cursed himself for a foolish slip.
“Everyone knows Freedom Girl’s father is Colonel Liberty.”
“Really!” For a second she was happy someone had heard of her, then she frowned, if Ramone knew her identity then he could figure out her father’s.
“Let’s speak honestly, don’t worry, everything you say will be held in the strictest confidence, even your principal and your mother won’t be told. Now assuming you are Freedom Girl, why? You’re so young, why risk your life as a heroine. Surely the Global Protectors and the others can protect the city without help from a seventeen year old girl?”
Tiffany calmed down and put the belt away. The Reaver tried not to sigh in relief. That damn belt seemed to make her smarter and if she figured out what was going on he’d have to start over tomorrow.
“I… well… it’s my dad.”
“Go on.”
Tiffany sighed, she barely knew this doctor but she’d been holding this
in for so long she needed to tell
someone. “He met my mom
in
“Did he marry her?”
“Actually no. He says that he can’t because his enemies would like kill her and stuff but I don’t know. I think he just likes being a bachelor. But he comes by when he’s in town and after I was born he visited every month or two. So like as far as I can remember I’ve been hearing stories about him in the war and being frozen and the fighting supervillains and stuff. And like, that’s what I want to do. I want to be like him, I want him to respect me.”
“Is that what this is about, getting your father’s respect, his love?”
“Well, I like totally want to help people and stuff but… I guess, I mean if it wasn’t for dad I’d probably just volunteer for the ASPCA or something…”
“How did you get your magic belt?”
“Dad gave it to me for my birthday, he said when I was 16 I was old enough but mom made him take it back. So when I was 17 he gave it to me and didn’t tell mom.”
“Tiffany does anyone else know?”
“No… Dad does but he never said anything about it. I keep waiting for him to tell me he’s proud or I’m doing good, or even just tell me if I’m doing it right but when I see him all he talks about is his dead sidekick who became a cyborg assassin and stuff…”
“He hasn’t said anything?”
“N-no…” Tiffany began to
cry. The Reaver tried not to laugh.
Take 40
At Tiffany’s apartment…
“Ms. Panek? I’m Dr. Ramone from your daughter’s high school.”
“I’m sorry Tiffany is not here right now-“
“Yes, she’s at school actually, but I wanted to talk to you her. She’s been having some trouble at school lately and I wanted to speak with you at home.”
“Oh, nothing serious I hope.”
“Well she’s been distracted lately and her teachers are worried. I wanted to ask about her family life, is her father home?”
“Oh no! She is usually such a good girl!”
“Well that’s why we’re worried. I wanted to ask you some questions about her and her father…”
***
A few hours later while her mom was out, the Reaver returned and broke into Tiffany’s room, looking at it as if for the first time. He noted the stuffed animals, the smurfs along her bookshelf, the Night Bat poster next to the Colonel Liberty poster and the collection of Japanese romance comics. A quick search turned up her diary and photo albums. He slipped out to examine them at his leisure knowing Tiffany would not be home that night.
Flipping through the diary he read how much she liked Brad but how immature he is. After they first had sex she wrote four whole pages about it, how weird it felt and how unfulfilling it was and how Brad refused to use a condom. Then there was a dreadful poem about becoming a woman.
She wrote about how ticklish she was.
And an erotic dream with Night Bat.
And how after three times she still had not had an orgasm, she was starting to wonder if something was wrong with her or if her girlfriends were just making stuff up.
And four pages whining about how Brad’s room is pigsty and she hated waking up there.
And of course how much she hates being in high school and can’t wait for college.
The Reaver put the diary down laughing.
He was ready.
Take 41
BEEP-BEEP!
Freedom Girl’s watch beeped, announcing it was now 12 midnight on Friday
the 13th. The young
heroine quickly turned off the hourly chime and shook her
head. How could she be so
foolish? Something like that
could betray her while on patrol.
Not that there was much chance of her coming across any
crime. She’d been from
one end of Megapolis to the other.
From the slums of Hyung’s Town to the concrete canyons of
“Looks like Friday the 13th is my lucky day.” She muttered.
BAM!
The gunshot echoed through the quiet streets.
“Or not…” She set out to investigate.
***
Freedom Girl jumped through the skylight in time to see two thugs threatening three scientists. The stupid thugs didn’t even recognize her. So with a quick quip she sprang into action. In less than a minute the two goons were on their backs moaning in pain and Freedom Girl was posing dramatically in front of the cute hostage guy.
She walked over to the three scientists and started pulling off the duct tape on their hands. Two of them were like really old but one of them was kind of young and cute. She smiled at him. “Hey guys, I’m like, Freedom Girl! Are you guys OK?”
“T-yes, thank you. Good job on those two felons. Did you also get the other one?”
“Other one? What other one-“
Hidden in the shadows, the Reaver frowned; he’d waited a second too long. Oh well, he could still pull this off. He threw a smoke bomb and charged.
A quick knife thrust silenced Dr. Snow, and an elbow to the throat silenced Randy. He planted the knife in Randy’s hand knocked out Corbeau as well. By the time the smoke cleared Freedom Girl saw a bleeding old man, a kid with a bloody knife and a man in black leather wrestling with him. Freedom Girl took only a second to decide and promptly kicked Randy in the back. The Reaver punched him in the jaw and the very confused evil intern went down.
“Thank you Freedom Girl.”
“You’ve heard of me!” She seemed genuinely happy.
“Of course, you’ve made a pretty big splash the last few months.”
“I have?! I mean… uh, yeah, I have. I mean, I do my best.”
“Well that’s anyone can ask for. Sorry to intrude on your bust here, but I saw that kid pulling a knife and had to act. Too bad I was too late to save this poor scientist’s life.”
“Yeah, geeze, who’d have thought this kid would be with them. So, uh, who are you?”
“You can call me… Night Reaver!”
“Oh, like Night Bat, Night Cat and Night Bat Girl?”
“I work with them sometimes, but I prefer to keep to the shadows, I don’t need attention. I’ve been following these thieves all night they mentioned an inside man. Good job with them by the way, these guys are real professionals.”
“Huh? Oh right, thanks, all in a night’s work for Freedom Girl!” She giggled awkwardly.
“I have to get moving, the rest of their gang is supposed to be hitting a shipment of high tech weapons out at the docks tonight. Have to get in position for that.”
“Oh. Right. Of course. Uh, good luck.”
The Reaver turned and headed for the door then stopped. “Hey, why don’t you come along, you’re good in a fight, I could use the back up with Night Bat out of town.”
“Really! I mean, uh, yes, good plan, I was going to suggest the same thing.”
***
Soon, at the docks…
“Are they there yet papa Smurf?”
“Not long now Freedom Smurf.”
They both giggled at the obscure reference.
“The ship is due around 3 am, so I guess we have a little time.” The Reaver knew this because he’d helped plan this strike.
“Another hour? Can’t we wait somewhere warmer?” The clammy sea air was getting to the teen girl in the skimpy outfit. The Reaver could clearly see her nipples through the blue halter top.
“We could, if you promise to explain to Night Bat why we missed the shipment.”
“Uh…”
“Yeah, me too. Come here, we’ll share body heat.”
“I don’t know…”
“Suit yourself Freedom Girl, but when they show up you’d better be ready to fight and not half frozen.”
Tiffany shrugged and moved next to him. After a while he put a muscular arm around her, the teen girl snuggled in closer.
“Not far now my little smurfette.”
The shipment arrived and the VX goons took out the guards with knock out gas. Then Freedom Girl and Night Reaver sprang into action!
The Reaver was a bit slower than usual since he had correct himself and knock out thugs rather than kill them. Freedom Girl did better, moving quickly and enthusiastically against them. The Reaver couldn’t help but think that with her magic belt and some training she’d actually be pretty good. Soon there were just two goons left and Freedom Girl was fighting them with her back to the Reaver. The perfect chance!
Freedom Girl cried out when the knife stabbed into her thigh but feel silent when the fist landed on her head. The goons stood there like idiots for a second, more than enough time for the Reaver to kill them both.
***
“Wake up kiddo.”
Freedom Girl awoke with a start, she was in a strange bed with a strange man standing over her and wasn’t wearing any pants! She screamed!
“Whoa there Freedom Girl, calm down, it’s OK; it’s me, Night Reaver.” He’d taken off his mask and weapons, he smiled at her. She took a deep breath or two and calmed down. “Wha-what happened?”
“It was my fault; one of them got past me and stabbed you. I got him but he’d already knocked you out. I took you back to my place to help you recover.”
Tiffany looked around the apartment. It was a pretty Spartan but tastefully decorated and tidy. She looked down and saw the wound was bandaged and that she still had her white panties on. Even her mask was untouched. Night Reaver turned away and gave her the white cargo pants; they’d been neatly stitched and washed. “Sorry about that, I had to take them off to treat the wound. You were lucky, it didn’t hit any tendons or arteries, it shouldn’t even leave a scar.”
“Yeah, thanks. I guess I was lucky… geeze if you hadn’t been there… who knows I could be chained up in some villain’s lair right now.”
The Reaver sat down next to her. She hadn’t put her pants on, his hand touched her bare thigh, she didn’t object. “Aw now you’re making me feel guilty, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have even been there. Heck, you took down more of them than I did, if it wasn’t for you I might be on the bottom of the St. Giffin River right now.”
Freedom Girl wiggled closer. She took a good look, Night Reaver was pretty handsome without his mask and that leather made him smell so manly. She shuddered for a second when his hand accidentally brushed her thigh again. “I-I guess.”
“Let’s just say we’re a good team Freedom Smurf.” Freedom Girl chuckled and blushed. “I bet you’re father is very impressed with you.”
“I… yeah, I guess…”
“Well I’m impressed, you took down those guys in the warehouse and the docks like a pro, Night Bat couldn’t have done it better.” He put an arm around her.
“Thanks.”
“Of course those guys didn’t know about your secret weakness.”
“Huh? You mean my belt?”
“No.” He smiled like the devil. “I mean this!” He started to tickle her sides, Freedom Girl doubled over laughing, he straddled her and kept tickling without mercy.
“Stop! Ohmygawd stop!” cried between giggles. He stopped. They looked at each other for a long time. The Reaver lowered his head; Freedom Girl swallowed hard and closed her eyes. They kissed. And kissed again. The Reaver’s leg moved between hers and started rubbing her through her white panties. The girl moaned quietly and pulled the Reaver closer. He started kissing her neck. She moved her hands down to her hips and pulled the moist panties off. He moves his hands up and peeled the halter top off of her heaving breasts. The white bra practically popped off her.
The Reaver started peeling off his shorts when she whispered breathlessly “wait… I… have a boyfriend…”
It wasn’t hard to see lust and faithfulness warring in young girl’s mind. The Reaver knew how to tip the balance.
“You mean in your civilian ID? Some guy at your college or something? Doesn’t count, what happens with the mask on is a whole different game.” Before she could protest he kissed her again and then…
“No… I’m sorry… I can’t. Not… now. Y’know, I mean I don’t even know you, not really…”
The Reaver bit back a curse. But if this was going to work… he’d need patience.
“I understand Freedom Girl. I understand.” He kissed her on the forehead. Why don’t you get some rest now, I’ll take you home later.
“Okay and, uh, Night Reaver…”
“Yeah?”
“I’m sorry…”
Exhausted she pulled up the covers and drifted into sleep.
The Reaver watched her, then headed into the bathroom to jerk off.
***
Later…
Freedom Girl awoke again naked in a strange bed. There was sunlight coming through the windows.
“Ohmygawd!”
The Reaver stirred, and took a minute to adjust. The clock said 9 am. He couldn’t believe it; this Friday the 13th wasn’t even half over. Freedom Girl stumbled out of the bed and began pulling her costume off the floor.
“I have to go! I have to go! What am I going to tell my mom! I have school!”
The Reaver calmly got out of bed and walked over to her; he took her chin and kissed her gently. She responded.
“Sweety, why don’t you worry about that after a shower?”
Freedom Girl put down her clothes and hugged the Reaver. She headed into the bathroom.
***
Later… at breakfast. “I really have to go.”
“You sure? I mean the way those college lecture halls are, 300 kids in a room, the professor won’t even miss you.”
“Um…”
“Besides at the docks I found an address for a VX safe house under Wal*Mart. Figure their troops were probably up all night, if we go now we can catch them napping.”
“Another mission? Now aren’t you a little… y’know, tired?”
“Oh I have a lot of stamina.” He blew her a kiss. She blushed and returned it.
***
That day they hit three VX installations around the city. The fights were pretty easy, the first two places didn’t even know they were coming and the third one was getting ready to evacuate when they busted in. In fact things were so easy the Reaver decided to have some fun.
“Uh!” He groaned as the last VX goon got in “a lucky punch”. He fell to the ground in a heap. The goon drew his blaster pistol and yelled “Freeze Flag Girl-“
“Freedom Girl!”
“Whatever, make like a popsicle or your turncoat boyfriend gets it!”
“He’s not really my boy-“
“I said freeze bitch!”
“Okay! Okay!”
Freedom Girl turned and saw the Reaver helpless on the ground. She was almost 100’ away, what could she do?
Lying on the ground the Reaver faked a moan. Goddamn it, even from this position there were five or six ways to take that guy down, surely she could come up with something?
“Alright Freedom Bitch, uh… Move over there!” He gestured towards a column. “And put your hands behind the column!”
Freedom Girl stepped over an unconscious goon and complied. The Reaver shook his head; it was like deja vu all over again. He’d hoped the girl had learned something today but no… she was folding just like she always had.
Freedom Girl tried to calm down, she knew she could take this goon out but she was so worried what if something happened to the Reaver, she’d never forgive herself. She heard a high-pitched whine as the goon charged up his blaster! He was going to shoot them both if she didn’t do something! Out of the corner of her eye she spotted a discarded helmet. A plan formed…
The Reaver faked another groan to distract the goon; he could hear the blaster charging too. Damn. He really didn’t want to die again.
Freedom Girl cried out “NO!” drawing the thug’s attention back to her, just in time for her to kick the discarded helmet and send it flying into the goon’s face. Blood shot out of his broken nose and before he could recover Freedom Girl charged and finished him with 2 quick punches.
It was over so fast the Reaver barely saw it.
“Hey hon-, I mean Night Reaver, um… are you…”
The Reaver climbed to his feet, pulled up his mask and kissed the girl passionately. She responded.
“I was, I was like really worried about-“
The Reaver interrupted her with another kiss, she responded again.
And another. He could feel the heat from her body through her thin costume.
“Night Reaver I…”
“Hold that thought a minute Freedom Girl.” He took out a syringe of tranquilizers and injected the thugs on the ground. They’d be out till well after midnight.
Then the Reaver led her to a backroom and locked the door. She peeled off her sweaty top and the Reaver unbuckled his knives and pouches. His armored top came off next, then his boots. She took off her sneakers.
“Night R-Reaver, I… I just want you to know, today was like… I mean I want you to know…”
He kissed her again, gently and pulled her bare chest against his.
“Tell me later Freedom Girl.”
Her magic belt hit the floor, then her white and red cargo pants. Finally the white panties. They kissed again and climbed onto the couch. Freedom Girl braced herself for that moment of pain and discomfort she’d gotten used to with Brad but it didn’t come. Instead she felt wave after wave of pleasure as the Reaver’s experienced fingers danced across her pussy. She convulsed as her body responded to expert foreplay. She kissed him and dug her fingers into his back. He pulled down his leather pants and pulled her legs apart. Without thinking she wrapped them around him and pulled him in.
Tiffany gasped and suddenly learned what all her girlfriends were talking about.
***
After that he just held her, stroking her hair from time to time. She began to talk. She “confessed” that she was really just a high school student and the Reaver feigned surprise, complimenting her how mature she is. She also admitted she never really trained for being a heroine and just relied on her magic belt and luck. The Reaver pointed out how well she did and told her talent is not the same as luck. She blushed. She told him all about Brad and how he never made her feel this way. The Reaver just smiled.
Then she asked him his name.
The Reaver had spent more than forty days with her and never gave his name. He never gave his name to anyone. Ever. But why not?
“Raphael” he said.
“Like the ninja turtle?” she giggled.
“Exactly!” he laughed and tickled her. She laughed and tickled him back. They fell off the couch onto the floor with the Reaver on top. He leaned down and kissed her again.
“Raphael… I know we haven’t known each other that long and stuff… but… but… I really… y’know… I think… I think I love you.”
“I love you too Tiffany.”
“NO! Not like that, I don’t mean it like some, we just fucked so now I love you thing, I mean, I really, really feel like, I have y’know, feelings and stuff.”
“Tiffany I know exactly what you mean. Since the first time I saw you today I’ve known we were meant to be together.”
“Really? You mean really, really? For real?”
“Yes, for real. I want us to be together forever.”
“Oh my God.”
“You don’t?!” The Reaver stiffened in alarm, had he just blown it?
“I… I mean I just met you, you could be some perverted supervillain for all I know and, like, I’m still in high school and stuff, I can’t be making some big commitment cause of one day and…”
He kissed her again, she responded.
“That’s what you THINK, and those are smart thoughts to be having, I’m not about to start picking out china patterns either, but I want to know how you FEEL, right here, right now.”
“I love you; I want to be with you forever.”
They kissed again and then made love.
It wasn’t until 11:59 that the Reaver realized she wasn’t wearing her magic belt when she said it.
Then the world went white.
Saturday the 14th, 12:15
am
The Reaver opened his eyes painfully. His head and back hurt, he was lying in a crater on the floor. He was back in costume, back in the warehouse but things were different. There was no sign of Randy and the others. He was where Randy had been setting up the disruptor but now there was just a hole in the ground. And there were footsteps approaching.
Instinct took over and he jumped on a crate and climbed. In less than a minute he was hiding in the rafters. He could hear the sound of high heels clicking on the cement floor.
“So like I tossed the villain guy into the bomb or whatever and there was this white flash and stuff and him and the bomb just disappeared. It was like, so weird.”
Freedom Girl turned the corner followed by two beautiful women in swimsuits. The Reaver recognized Valkyrie and Maple Leaf from the Global Protectors. He shook his head, this was all wrong! What could have happened to fuck up Friday’s timeline? Unless… IT WORKED! IT REALLY WORKED! The Reaver started to cry out in joy but caught himself when he saw Val looking up towards him.
“So you say he captured you and held you prisoner for all of Friday?” Maple Leaf asked.
“Um… yeah, but like I totally broke free on my own OK?”
“He didn’t “do” anything did he?” Valkyrie asked concerned.
“Huh? You mean like-“
“Yeah. Like, anything.”
“Oh, uh, no. Do villains really do that stuff? I thought that was only in sick fanfic stories on the internet.”
“Let’s just say you were a very lucky young lady and leave it at that. But you might consider some escape lessons and martial arts. A lot of attractive young superheroines have found them useful. A lot of them.”
“Uh, right. OK. Thanks.” There was an awkward silence as Freedom Girl looked ill as she considered what could have happened.
Changing the subject Valkyrie said “It looks like the machine has disappeared, you say it just vanished when he hit it?”
“Yeah, totally, there was like a machine and wires and all kinds of stuff here. Um, these are the plans for the thing.” She held out a xerox she’d gotten off Randy “But I don’t think he exactly followed them.”
“If you don’t mind I’ll take it back to the
“Yeah, please do, after tonight I never want to see him again.”
The Reaver braced himself, but nothing happened.
The heroines talked a while longer, eventually degenerating into gossip about Nightbat and Sparrow before Freedom Girl noticed the time and excused herself. The Reaver slipped out a trapdoor onto the roof.
It was easy to follow her home. After the last forty days he probably knew the route better than she did. Across the street from her house Freedom Girl paused in thought. A block away the Reaver stopped as well.
***
Today had been scary. Tiffany didn’t know what she could tell her mom, her friends or her teachers she’d been doing. She’d have to tell her mom she was with her friends, her friends she was home sick and hope no one ever puts it together.
But that wasn’t the worst part.
It didn’t take much for Tiffany to imagine what that leather-wearing freak could have done to her. What he probably planned for her. He could have raped her, sold her to another villain, even tortured her to death because she wasn’t ready for him.
It was enough to make her rethink this whole Freedom Girl thing.
But if she hadn’t been there, he would have built his temporal thingy and who knows what could have happened.
It was obvious, and it sucked.
She couldn’t quit, the world needs heroines. But the world needs competent heroines like the Global Protectors, not girls playing a game and relying on a magic belt. She made a decision; tomorrow she could cancel with her friends and call her dad. From now on she had to get training and practice before she ended up a trophy in some villain’s lair. The next time anyone saw Freedom Girl she’d be a force to be reckoned with!
***
He realized he could take her down with a throwing knife or blowgun dart right now.
He could kill her and be done with her.
He could drug her and drag her somewhere to do whatever he wanted.
He could sell the information he had on her. Her and her father.
He could go home, find himself a new costume and ‘team up’ with her tomorrow. He could win her heart, maybe even go straight.
Or he could walk away, find himself a
All he had to do was leave and forget her.
How hard could that be?
Three days later…
Tiffany sat alone in the mall’s food court reading “Escape Techniques Made Simple” by S. Free. Her friends had gone on to see the Global Protector’s movie they missed on Friday. None of them understood by Tiffany was standing them up a second time.
A handsome muscular man walked by and sat at her table uninvited. She frowned at him. He smiled.
“Hey Tiffany, my name’s Raphael and I think we have a lot to talk
about.”
Afterword
This idea came to me a few weeks
ago. The inspirations include
the movie Groundhog’s Day and an old story from alt.sex.stories called
Toying With Tiffany. The idea
was to see how many ways a villain could fuck with a heroine in one, endlessly
repeating day.
The resolution came out of nowhere,
somewhere in the middle it just occurred to me that the Reaver might start
liking his victim, so I decided to see where this would
lead.
As for the last chapter, I’ll
leave it up to you what happens.
Did he go back to his evil ways?
Is he trying to seduce her?
Or is he going to tell her
everything? To be honest I’m
not sure.
Feedback
is strongly desired, please email me at
Marcus_Lycus@hotmail.com
and let me know what you think, what you want to see and who you want
to see. More stories are in
the pipeline so this is a good time to toss me
ideas.
Marcus Lycus
April 2006
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