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\nThe young auburn-haired woman slowly moved through the shadows of the warehouse\ndistrict, practically undetectable in her quest. When in a fully darkened area,\nshe was invisible, and even if someone had been staring at the circle of light\nunder the street light (and no one was - the area was deserted), they would have\nonly thought they'd seen a movement, like when people think they see something\nout of the corner of their eyes. Clad in a black dress, dark gray tights and\nthigh-length rubber-soled black boots, she wore a striped gray mask over her\nface. She approached one door in the row of delapidated rundown warehouses on\nthis block and saw the door was made to appear in worse shape than it really\nwas. Not trying to open the door, she moved close, seemed to become indistinct,\nand flowed through the solid door. Inside the building she saw a circle of light\nwhere an gray-haired man sat at a table, sheets of papers spread before him. He\nwas concentrating on the material and she slowly, silently moved behind him.\nGlancing over his shoulder, she tried to make out what was written on them. If\nonly they would provide a clue as to where...
\nThe old man jerked around and suddenly his hand went to her right wrist,\nsnapping a bracelet on it. He then took hold of her other arm and pulled her\ntowards him. \"Hah, Shady Lady, I've got you now!\" The lady in gray tried to pull\nback, and found his grip was too strong. Her mind willed her body to become\nimmaterial, but she realized with horror her powers had been neutralized!
\n\"Professor Cargill, you fiend, what have you done to me...\" cried The Shady Lady\nand she struggled to escape. Lights went on to illumanate the rest of the\nbuilding's interior. He cackled and pulled her to another table where he forced\nher down and clamped manacles to her wrists and ankles. He was a lot stronger\nthan his elderly frame would indicate.
\n\"I have finally trapped you, Shady Lady, after all the times you thwarted my\nschemes.\" He reached over her and placed his hand on her breast. \"Many times\nI've lusted after you and every time I thought I had you, you have faded away\nlike mist, escaping my clutches. But not this time.\" He tore at the front of her\ndress, revealing her black lace brassiere. His finger went under the bra cup and\nshe shuddered at his attack on her person. \"This is the day I finally have my\nway with you, as we listen to two explosions over at Santa Maria Hospital.\"
\nHorrors followed horrors in her mind as she realized what he had planned for\nher. Many villains had tried to get their hands on her, and she had heard what\nhappened in such a case when she had talked it over with other super-heroines\nshe knew. Her power to fade away and escape any trap had kept her safe all this\ntime and all the terrors she had in her mind about this were overwhelming her.\nShe spat at Cargill, \"You slime, how could you plan to blow up a place like\nSanta Maria Hospital - for pete's sake, it's a children's hospital!\"
\n\"Yes, it is, so if they don't pay this time, well, they'll have the deaths of\nall those kids on their minds when they decide if they'll pay me next time.\"
\nThe Shady Lady had been one of many heroes and heroines who had been alerted\njust hours before when Professor Cargill's voice had come over the radio all\nover the city. \"Children will die unless I am paid $100,000. A bomb will kill\nmany if you don't pay...\" The Mayor had stated that the city would not give in\nto threats. The police joined in the search, but there were so many schools,\norphanages and child care centers where the searches were going on. Manpower was\nstretched so thin, and the bombs were probably very well hidden. Would they even\nthink of the hospital? She strained, but could not get free. The bracelet on her\nwrist pulsed, and her head throbbed in rhythm with it. She had decided to go\nafter the criminal instead of looking for the bomb. She had battled him many\ntimes before and knew more about his methods than anyone. Only her ability had\nallowed her to find him in time, and now she'd fallen into his trap. He must\nhave deliberately left her clues to draw her in, and she had been so concerned\nabout the threat, it had blinded her to her peril until it was too late.\nProfessor Cargill leaned over her, and while one hand massaged a breast, the\nother went under her dress, fingers invading her most private of places! She\nscreamed. He bent close to her face and said, \"Go ahead and scream, I could gag\nyou but I want to hear you whimper and beg me for mercy later!\"
\nSuddenly the door smashed open as a human figure clad in red, white and blue\nburst through it. He landed in the warehouse and with his eyes glaring with\nrage, stated, \"Cargill, get your hands off her while you still have a chance to\ndo so. OR ELSE!\"
\nThe villain pulled a revolver from his belt and fired away at the new intruder.\nClad in a fabric that absorbed the energy of and repulsed anything sent at it,\nMister Patriot ignored the bullets. He lept to the Professor, slapped the gun\naway (before the criminal could think to menace Shady Lady with the weapon) and\npicked up him by the shirt collar, and shouted, \"Where is the bomb!\"
\n\"Patriot,\" the Dark Damsel called out, \"Get me free, I know where they are!\" The\ntri-color hero, while still holding the Professor off the floor with one hand,\nmoved next to her and used his other hand to snap the chains away. She swung her\nlegs off the table and tried to stand. It was difficult, the energy from the\nbracelet was ruining her concentration and giving her one heck of a headache.\nPatriot looked at the condition of her outfit and swung the Professor through\nthe air to a hard landing on the table where she had been. \"What did you do to\nher, you... you...\" She put her left hand on Mister Patriot's shoulder and spoke\nto him. \"Patriot, don't go crazy on me. Can you get this gizmo,\" she held up her\nright wrist, \"...off me?\" The bracelet was, to Mister Patriot, as fragile as the\nchains were, and it was soon in pieces on the floor. Shady Lady's mind cleared\nimmediately, and she moved to a phone that was on the other table. She lifted\nthe receiver and was relieved to hear a tone. She dialed a number.
\n\"Police headquarters? Give me the Commissioner, this is The Shady Lady.\" She\npaused while she was transfered, and with her free hand unsuccessfully tried to\nrepair the desheviled front of her dress. After a minute, the police official\ncame on the line. \"Sir, I am here at Professor Cargill's hideout...\" she gave\nthe address, \"...where, with the help of Mister Patriot, the madman has been\ncaught. The bombs... yes, he admitted there is more than one... are at Santa\nMaria Hospital.\" She waited while the Commissioner passed this information on to\npeople on his end of the phone. While waiting on the open line, Shady Lady\nworried that her action may not have been in time. The hospital was not far\naway, and the Professor had boasted that they would have heard the explosions.\nDid this mean they were in time? She'd heard no explosions yet. The Commissioner\ncame back on the line. \"Great work, you two. Batman and Mister Terrific were\nhere at headquarters waiting for word of where the bomb was. Soon as your\ninformation got to me, Flash and Johnny Quick sped them to the hospital, and\nthey were successful in disarming the two bombs that were found in the basement.\nThe danger has passed.\"
\nThe Damsel of Shadows gave a sigh of relief, slumped into the chair at the\ntable, and passed word on what happened to her friend and her worst enemy.\nCargill began cursing and threatening the heroine and the hero witth revenge and\ndire consequences. This stopped as Mister Patriot wadded up some of the papers\nand stuffed them in the villain's mouth. Sirens were heard as a pair of squad\ncards arrived to take the silenced madman away.
\nAfter the police took him away, Donna Gilbert peeled the gray mask off her face\nand looked over at the red, white and blue hero. \"We were lucky that time. If\nyou hadn't happened by when you did...\" Patrick Hooper, the famous Mister\nPatriot, interrupted her, \"It wasn't an accident. At the emergency meeting at\nheadquarters to decide where everybody was to go and search for the bombs, I\nnoticed you were not thinking about that course of action, and I knew you must\nbe planning something on your own. I figured with your history against this\nfiend, if anybody could find him, it would be you. So I thought to follow you\nand back you up if you ran into trouble. It wasn't easy. With your shadow powers\nI really had to concentrate to keep up with you. I was in this neighborhood when\nyou vanished from sight. I didn't know where you went until I heard your scream.\nAfter that, it was a matter of getting you out of your fix and successfully\nsaving the day.\"
\nDonna smiled at him. \"I'm very glad you did! We saved those kids and you saved\nme from... a fate worse than death, I guess they call it.\" She smiled as she saw\nthe hero blush. He stammered, \"Gee, I really... well, I... sort of care about\nyou and wouldn't want...\" She got next to him and put her arms up to hug him.\nShe kissed him and said, \"You never let me know about that. I always thought you\nwere a really nice guy.\" His blush deepened. \"Really? Wow. Can I, aaah, fly you\nsomeplace?\" She nodded, \"That would be really nice, Pat.\"
\nSIX MONTHS LATER...
\nSitting on her couch, Donna heard a faint sound on her fire escape, and turned\nto see Pat entering her window. He smiled at her and said, \"Hi darling, did you\ndecide where you want to go for dinner tonight? I thought we could go see that\nnew Jimmy Cagney movie. All the reviews make it sound like a real blockbuster.\"
\nHe saw the serious look on her face and wondered what had worried her. \"Pat...\"\nshe said, slowly. \"I... I'm late...\"
\n\"An emergency? Get your outfit on and I can fly you there in an instant and\nwe... Oh... you're... late? Does that mean what I think it does?\"
\n\"Yes. I went to the doctor today and he did the test. I'm pregnant.\"
\nPat put an hand on her shoulder. \"Donna, you remember how long it took me to get\nup the nerve to tell you I was crazy about you? If the Professor hadn't put you\nin such a fix I never would have had the gumption to say anything. I guess I\nalways need a crisis to push me into action.\" He reached in his pocket for\nsomething and pulled out a gold ring with a small diamond. \"I've carried this\nfor three weeks. I didn't know what words to use. I was scared you'd say no.\"
\nDonna jumped up and wrapped her arms around the hero. \"Oh, Pat, I was hoping\nyou'd say something to make me stop feeling so wrong about this. I didn't want\nyou to say you were just marrying me because I got pregnant. You are so sweet!\"\nShe kissed him. \"Lets go italian for supper. And then instead of Cagney, I want\nto see the new Bette Davis film. She's amazing.\" She paused a minute as she held\nPat tightly. \"Oh... one other thing. As I was leaving the doctor's office, I ran\ninto Carlito Consuelo... you know, the Mystic Maid... and she looked me in the\neye and said, 'It's going to be a girl, and an amazing woman.' I was still a\nlittle stunned by the news from the doctor and her little prophecy really threw\nme. If it really is a girl, do you think she'll follow in my footsteps?\"
\nNINETEEN YEARS LATER...
\nChico \"Copy-Cat\" Castovel swaggered down the street. He had money in his pocket\nand was going to be meeting his dealer around the corner in the alley where he\nwould score some dynamite shit. Then he would get so fucking high nothing would\nbother him. He went into the alley and stopped suddenly, looking up and staring\nwith his mouth open. Up a few stories on a fire escape, looking down at him was\nthe most amazing looking babe he had ever seen. The tall blonde had white\ncalf-length boots, a short blue skirt, a red blouse and a white belt with a\npatriotic red-white and blue shield shaped buckle. The top half of her face was\ncovered by a striped red, white and blue mask. And her body... fantastic tits\nand legs that just wouldn't quit!
\nUp on the fire escape, Becky Hooper was glad that Castovel had spotted her. She\nsaw he was surprised that she had tracked him down. He was impressed at her...\nOh shit, he was looking up her skirt! She raised one leg over the railing (Chico\nlet out a low whistle...) and jumped over the edge of the fire escape, dropping\nto the alley. She landed gently, because while she could not fly like her dad,\nshe did have amazing power in her legs that allowed her to leap a distance far\nbeyond what a normal person could do. As she hit the pavement, she tumbled\nforward and went towards the punk, putting her feet right into his chest. He\nflew backwards into a pile of filled trash bags, stunned. She grabbed his\njacket, pulled him up, spun him around and pinned one of his arms behind his\nback while she locked her other arm around his neck. Trapped like this, Chico\ncould offer no resistance as she marched him back out to the street. A police\ncar was passing nearby and screeched to a halt as the officers saw the\ncommotion.
\n\"Here you go, guys. You'll recognize this guy from the news reports. He's been\nknocking over 7-11's for a week.\" The cops grabbed, cuffed and forced the fellow\ninto the back of the patrol car and one of them reached out to shake Rebecca's\nhand. \"Well, young lady, I must say you did Granite City a big service in\nhelping get this piece of trash off the streets.\" The policeman got back into\nthe car, and waved to the smiling super-heroine as they pulled away. \"Thanks\nagain, Wonder Girl.\"
\nThe smile vanished from Becky's face and she groaned. Softly, she murmured, \"Oh,\ncome on... it's Glory Girl.\" She'd been working at this for nearly a year and\nstill most people in the city didn't even know who she was. Man, Wonder Girl\nwasn't even a blonde. How could he make that mistake!
\nBecky darted away, back into the alley where she quickly slipped on a longer,\nred skirt, a black jacket and a pair of glasses that replaced her mask. She\nre-entered the street and moved along, no longer Glory Girl, but just plain\nRebecca Hooper. She walked along, feeling bad that her big capture probably\nwouldn't even get credited to her. She wasn't trying to do this for any reward.\n(She thought of the first felon she captured and turned in... the desk sergeant\nhad asked her if she wanted the reward. Oh no, she was a super-heroine doing it\nfor the good of the city. He had thanked her. As he stared at her chest.) But a\nlittle fame would be nice. She stopped at a newstand on the corner. The\nChronicle had a big front page picture of Wonder Woman. Above the fold. Sigh.\nThe famous just get more famous. And the insignificant get called... Wonder\nGirl. She looked among the magazines. There was a copy of Amazing Super-Heroines\nMonthly. She flipped through it. Supergirl and She-Hulk got the cover, of\ncourse. Inside were pages of pictures, posed and candid, showing costumed ladies\nin action and in trouble. There was a nice full page shot of Bat Girl inside.\nShe'd have to mention to Babs that she looked great. Babs wouldn't care. She was\nalready famous. And near the back she saw it. A snapshot of her, just in black\nand white, taking up a quarter page, and with the caption, \"Glorious Gal, a\nminor heroine who battles crime in Granite City.\" Becky's shoulders slumped and\nshe fought back a tear. She was startled as the news agent growled at her, \"Hey\nlady! You gonna buy dat or just stand there pawing it!\"
\nShe moved along, even more depressed about her life. She had a class this\nafternoon at the Community College downtown, but felt like blowing it off, just\ngoing home and curling up in her bed. But Mom would sense something was wrong\nand try to get it out of her. So she kept walking.
\n\"Hey Bec, how you doin', girl?\" The black woman in a red leather skirt and\nhalter top came up to her and gave her a hug. \"I ain't seen you all week, You\nbeen staying in the good part of town wit all da snobs?\" Becky was glad to see\nLeona, and replied. \"No, just been busy, Lee. You been staying out of trouble?\nYour man been treating you right?\"
\n\"Yah, he ain't been too drunk or too horny, so I been getting a little work done\nout here. Did you hear the latest? They caught that slimeball, Chico. He's a\nnasty bastard. Whenever he got high he felt like busting up some ho's chops. Be\nglad to see him put away. I hear it was GG that put the crunch on him.\"
\n\"Glory Girl?\" Rebecca perked up on hearing this. \"Was she the one who...\"
\n\"Oh yeah, I hear she dragged him out to the street and threw him into the back\nseat of a cop car. Damn fine lady, that GG. Did you know I saw her once? Really.\nShe has got some sweet ass moves. And is she put together. Most guys would fall\nover staring at the rack she has. But I really admired the pipes she moves\naround on. From her crotch to her toes, those are the finest pair of legs I have\never seen, and I am comparing her to the best ho's I have ever been wit. If GG\nwent into my business, she could pull down the big bucks on the fine side of\ntown. I know a guy who would pay a fortune to see her in just those white boots.\nWouldn't mind that myself...\"
\nBecky had cheered up a little at word of some appreciation of Glory Girl's\nefforts. She had known Leona for over a year. It had started with research for a\nthesis in the social studies program. She had been studying and talking to the\nprostitutes of Granite City and developed a friendship with many of them. The\npaper had been finished and submitted for her course long ago, but she kept\ncontact with the women on the street and found them a great source of\ninformation on what was happening around town and where people were hiding. They\nshared information with Rebecca that they never would have given up to the vice\ncops and told her who was the worst type of people that she should avoid. It was\nthese tips that helped her often track down the criminals she captured and\nturned over to the authorities.
\n\"You got dat book wrote yet, girl?\" Leona chatted on, doing wonders for\nRebecca's mood. \"I ain't much for books, but I think you could do mighty fine if\nyou...\" \"No, No, Lee, it's not a book, just a paper for my social studies\ncourse.\" Beck interrupted. \" My teacher's the only one who will read it.\" Leona\nshook her head. \"Dat's a damn shame, because you put in some of those kick-ass\nstories we been telling you and you would have a book dat all the high and\nmighty would wanna read. They always looking to peek under the covers. You'd be\nrich, girl. Probably get seen on Oprah. She's always got writin' folks on her\nshow. Hey, you get on Oprah, you take me along. Tell'em I was your inspirin',\nright?\"
\nBecky laughed and promised she'd do that. She wondered what Oprah would talk\nabout with Leona. That would be a show to see. As she was out of her funk, she\ngrabbed a bus to the Community College and did attend her social studies and\neconomics classes. Which was good. She'd already ditched too many classes\nalready this year and her work on the courses was not good enough to get away\nwith too much.
\nThat evening at dinner she hinted about the capture of Chico, hoping her folks\nmay have heard about it. But it had been mentioned on the news without any\nfollow-up about the identity of the person who captured the man. Only an\n\"unidentified person\" was credited with handing him over to the police. It\nhadn't sounded right coming out and telling them she was the one who had\nperformed the task, and although they told her they were proud of her for the\ncapture, she wondered if they just giving her the normal parents' \"That's a good\ngirl\" line. She wished the media had reported her feat and she could have come\nhome to see the pride in their faces. Her father beat around the bush, finally\nasking her if she was spending too much time in the \"wrong part\" of town. It was\nso silly. They said they were happy she wanted to be a super-heroine, but they\nstill had an edge of treating her like their little girl. On her earliest\npatrols she had to go ballistic to make Dad stop following her around. Mom was a\nlittle more understanding, but she kept trying to change Becky's costume. \"Oh,\nBecky,\" she said, \"Black Canary has that nice jacket, why don't you wear\nsomething like that...\" Or one evening she invited Blonde Phantom over for\ndinner (even though Mom hadn't seen her in years) and pointed out to her\ndaughter, \"Doesn't she look amazing! So elegant and classy!\" Gee whiz, Mom, how\nare you supposed to battle evil in a full length gown? Beck had talked it over\nwith Babara Gordon when they got together for a lunch out later and they had\nboth laughed over how that would have worked. Bat Girl had said, \"Can you see\neither of us running down the street after a perp in that?\" She and Babs often\ngot together to chat. Babs had picked up on Rebecca's moods and told her, \"You\nkeep at it. Soon people will know who you are and your parents will be bursting\nwith pride in their super-heroine offspring. Really!\" She kept up her hopes that\nher friend was right.
\nThe next evening, Rebecca met with Leona and several other ladies who were in\nthe same line of work for a meal at a diner, She asked about their lives, what\nthey did and what they wanted to do. Their loves and their fears. They were open\nwith her because she never let them think she was looking down on them, which\nwas what so many researchers who looked into the lives of the hookers seemed to\ndo. She listened to them and was their friend. Carla told her about a guy who\nwas seeing her alot, now that he had so much cash. He worked at the auto\ngraveyard on Raven Road and was really busy for the past few weeks. Becky\nrecalled that the police were concerned about a rash of auto thefts recently and\nwere looking for the place the stolen cars were being chopped up for parts.\nGlory Girl would have to check that place out, it seemed to be an excellent lead\nfor her.
\nAfter dinner, she got on her motorbike and rode down to the area. She stashed\nthe bike in a spot a block away and slowly approached the auto yard. It was\nstill lit up on one end of the place and men were working hard on tearing cars\napart. New cars. Sports cars. She went around to the darker part of the yard and\ncarefully lept high over the razor wire that topped the fence. She landed,\nwaited to see if she'd been seen, and started moving towards the office\nstructure in the center of the yard. Turning over to the police the location of\nthe chop shop would be something. but if she could look around and give them a\nlead on who was behind the operation, that would definately get her name in the\npapers! As she worked her way to the building, she froze as she heard a pair of\nthe workers coming her way. She ducked behind a rusting old Chevy and heard the\ntwo talking about something... \"...the boss has to get us more guys in here.\nThey are swiping the cars faster than we can pull'em apart.\" A second voice\nresponded, \"You wanna tell him that? He'll be here soon and won't want to hear\nyou complaining about the operation. We're paid for muscle, not brains.\"
\nGlory Girl knew she now had to hang around long enough to find out who the head\nof the gang was. Especially now that she knew he was on the way. She strained to\nhear anything else from the pair and heard them move back towards the busy area.\nShe eased around the rusty hulk and moved to the office structure. It seemed\ndeserted and without any lights. She tried the door and found it was locked. She\nbent down and pulled from her belt a few lockpicks that Babs had taught he how\nto use. Mom could fade through a door, Dad would bash it in. It was a little\nharder for her, but she'd been practicing. Crouched at the door, concentrating\non the lock, she hadn't heard the man come up behind her and he clipped her on\nthe back of the head with the tire iron he was holding. She dropped like a rock\nand fought to stay conscious. The man who had decked her grabbed her hair and\npulled her head back sharply. He yelled, \"I caught somebody in here -- a broad!\"\nShe kicked back at him, getting him in the stomach. He let go and she tried to\nget up and run. But her head hurt so much that she staggered instead of moving\ncleanly. A couple of other thugs grabbed her and a third put a fist into her\njaw. Her world faded to black.
\nShe woke, not sure how long she'd been out. She was flat on her back on a desk\nin the office, her legs bent over the edge and tied down. Her arms were pulled\nback over her head and they were also tied very tightly so that she could not\nmove except to turn her head from side to side. She saw a couple of thugs were\nstanding there staring at her. They didn't say anything for awhile, but one\nnoticed she'd opened her eyes. He suddenly called out. \"Hey, she's awake.\" A big\nman came into the office from out in the yard, and stood over her. He had a\nsneer on his face and judging by the way he was dressed, this must be the guy\nwho ran the operation. He suddenly put his hand on her throat and pushed her\nhead down against the table, hard. \"I am really glad you came, girl. I was\nwondering how I was going to be able to hunt you down. I got a bone to pick with\nyou. You're gonna pay for what you did.\" The expression on Becky's face showed\nhow confused this little speech had made her. Who was this guy? She'd never seen\nhim before in her life.
\nHe saw this and bent down, his face close to hers. \"My name is Hector Castovel.\nThat was my little brother you put in the joint.\" While his hand still pushed\ndown on her neck, his other hand smashed across her face, slapping her twice --\nthree times -- hard. \"I could put a bullet in your brain right now. But that\nwould be too quick. Chico's gonna be penned up for a long time and you are gonna\ngo through hell right here for that.\" He slapped her once more, then released\nher throat. He grabbed the front of her blouse and pulled, tearing the front of\nit away, revealing her breasts. There were several other men in the room and\nthey began to chuckle and murmur lewd comments about her. Hector grabbed her\nbreasts and cruelly squeezed them as hard as possible. She screamed at the\nexcrutiating pain. Hector released them, and waved to one of his men who brought\nover some small clamps. Hector and the goon pulled her nipples out and clipped\nthe clamps on her nipples. The pain was horrible. She screamed again. Hector\nsignaled again, and while the crime boss tore away the remnants of her blouse,\nanother goon came over and stuffed a dirty, smelly shop rag into her mouth. She\ngagged on the gasoline fumes she smelled on it, but they tied another cloth -- a\nstrip torn off her blouse -- around her head to keep the rag in her mouth. She\nfelt like throwing up, but fought it because she knew she would choke of her own\nbile if she did.
\nHector ran the fingers on one hand along her right breast, the nails digging\ninto the tender flesh, leaving long red scratches. He continued over her\nshoulder and down her arm, his nails acting like claws along her skin. Going\naround the desk, he repeated his action on her left side. Becky shuddered as the\nsensations wracked her body. Tears began to flow from her eyes, and she wondered\nhow bad this was going to be. Next, two of the men came and held her legs, one\nat a time, as the ropes were taken off, her boots were pulled off, and the legs\nwere tied up again. A man came in from outside with a foot long hunk of wood he\nhad tore off an old pallet. Hector held up the board and looked at it, them\nsuddenly swung it down and smashed it into the desk, inches from Glory Girl's\nhead. It splintered in half. Hector pulled a small bit of wood out of the\nsplinters and bent down to grab her right foot. Becky could not see, but she\nfelt him pulling at her toes, stretching them out. Suddenly the most terrible\npain shot through her as her forced a wooden splinter under her toenail into her\ntoe. Wriggling in pain, her eyes were shut tight, but the crime boss came back\nup and put his hand on her forehead, his fingers prying her eyelids up so he\ncook look into her eyes. She shuddered as she looked into the eyes of evil\nitself. She began to wonder if she was going to survive this. Or if this was how\nshe was going to die. Hector went down and grabbed her left foot. This time it\nhurt just as bad when he pushed the splinter under the nail in the big toe on\nthat foot, but she at least had the chance to brace herself for what she knew\nwas coming. Hector came back to look again in her eyes and slapped he face once\nagain. \"Did that hurt, bitch? Well, it's just the beginning for you.\"
\nHe next grabbed her belt and pulled it off. He took the bottom hem of her skirt\nand pulled, ripping it apart an couple of inches. He paused, then tore it\nanother inch. Again he paused and tore a little further. Her nerves grew tighter\nand tighter as he went along, until finally he reached the waistband, where he\njerked at the fabric and torn it apart, pulling the garment out from under her\nbody and slowly tearing it to shreds. From her chin down, she now had only her\nher white panties covering her. Hector's hand went to the thin cloth and began\nprobing her pussy through it. She could not resist as her hips twisted and\nwiggled, trying vainly to move away from his invading digits. She felt herself\ngrow warm and moist in her loins. He gave a low, evil chuckle at her reaction.\nHe suddenly grabbed the panties and ripped them away. He held them up to his\nnose and smiled. \"They're wet, bitch. You getting excited? They smell like\nsex... and fear!\" She lay there, naked except for her mask that covered the top\nhalf of her face. He went to her mouth and shoved the torn panties under the\ncloth holding the gag, forcing them into her mouth, which was already full of\nwadded cloth. They took a cushion from the couch on the other side of the office\nand shoved it under her head, now she had to look down between her breasts at\nher crotch and watch whatever he was going to do.
\nHis hands went back to her clit and began to probe and pinch her. His fingers\nwent over her clitoral glans and her labia lips, alternating poking with\ngrabbing and pulling at the delicate flesh. She could not help it as her body\nreacted to these invasions of her body. He stopped after a period of time -- she\ncouldn't be sure how long, it had seemed to last forever. Then one of his men\nhanded him a pair of pliers. Hector pinched the pliers over one of her fine\nlight pubic hairs and quickly jerked the hair from her body. Again, she rocked\nwith the sharp pain he caused. He did this a dozen times, then tossed the pliers\naside.
\nHe stood up and she heard him his unzip his trousers, letting them slide to the\nfloor. She tensed up, as she sensed what would be coming next. Since she had\nwoken up tied to the desk, she knew this was coming. But that didn't make her\nfear it any less. He walked around to the side of the desk next to her head and\nheld his dick in his hand letting her look at it. Suddenly she had a face full\nof pee as the gang boss pissed right in her eyes. Some went up her nose and she\nstarted coughing. He laughed loudly and went back to her crotch.
\nBecky wasn't a virgin. There had been only a couple of guys who she thought were\nright for sex. The first had been in her senior year. She was head cheerleader\nand he was Johnny, their star quarterback. Everybody said they were a perfect\npair. He talked her into having sex, and afterwards she found he was just\ninterested in her pussy and didn't care about the rest of her. She dumped him\nand it was a while before she found someone else she felt right with. But that\nhad been consentual sex and she knew this would not. It was going to be brutal\nand nasty and an attack, not a coupling of two souls. She steeled herself and\nthought for a minute that she was glad she was gagged. Hector's dick wasn't as\nbig as Johnny's had been and she would have been tempted to tell him that. Like\nshe could afford to piss him off more.
\nHector climbed on the table and put his erect penis along the opening of\nRebecca's pubic mound. She felt the pressure and tried to keep calm, but the\nsensation was so un-nerving that she shuddered. He was pleased to see that, and\nquickly plunged himself into her. She groaned, and he pumped his hips up and\ndown, working his dick in and out of her. As he raped her, he put his chest\ntight on her breasts and painfully pushed the clamps down against her breasts.\nHer loins burned with arousal and she could not help pulling her clit tighter\nagainst the insertion, moving her body in rythym with his. The sensation grew in\nher, but suddenly he pulled back out of her and spurted his cum over her belly\nand breasts. He signaled to a thug who moved to the desk and took the gag out of\nher mouth. Hector's hands rubbed against her torso and came up covered in the\nsticky fluid. He put his hand on her face and wiped it off. The other went into\nher mouth and he ordered her to lick it off. She did. He twisted and slammed his\ndick back into her again. This time he was rougher and pumped harder and deeper.\nWhen he ejaculated this time he used his body to shove his penis deep into her\nfirst. He brought himself up on his knees over her and moved up to her face. He\nplaced his dick at her mouth and told her to clean it off with her tongue. \"No!\"\nshe cried, but a thug pulled an automatic from his waistbend, cocked it, and\nshoved the barrel into her crotch. She opened her mouth and Hector put his penis\ndeep down her throat. She nearly gagged on it and on the taste of it, but\nmanaged to breathe through her nose. \"Use your tongue, you stupid whore!\" he\nshouted at her, and he reached down and pinched together her nostrils. She\nfought to breathe, and when her let go of her nose her tongue started to move\naround and over the man's cock. She felt it grow stiff once again and it\nsuddenly spewed more of the sticky cum into her mouth. He kept in pushed deep\ninto her throat, and she struggled to swallow the discharge before it chocked\nher.
\nHector got up and jumped down from the table, laughing. \"She wasn't a virgin,\nguys, but still pretty tight on both ends. Try for yourself!\" Then the thugs\nstarted up. They took turns with her having first one dick in her openings, then\nanother. Some of them came inside her cunt or mouth, others enjoyed pulling out\nat the last instant and spraying it over her face or body. This went on for a\nhellishly long period.
\nHector came back to alongside the desk. \"We missed a spot. She still might be a\nvirgin. Get her over.\" Glory Girl was physically and mentally exhausted by the\nassault she'd received. She offered no resistance when the ropes were removed\nand she was flipped over. She stood next to the desk, her legs were again pulled\napart and her ankles were tied down. They bent her forward at the waist and\npulled her arms across the desk, tying her wrists tight as she was pulled across\nthe desk top. She could not see, but she sensed the gang leader come up behind\nher then jerked when she felt him use his hands to spread her butt cheeks. He\nrammed his dick into her once more, entering her virgin asshole. With little\nlubrication on his member, the invasion was horribly painful and she screamed in\npain. After he had done her in her last opening, Hector put his pants back on\nand yelled at the men. \"Alright, enough of this shit. You all had the best damn\nbonus any boss ever gave you! Now get out there and get back to work. We got a\nshitload of cars to tear down.\" He turned to one man. \"Vic, stay here and keep\nan eye on the bitch. When I get done here, I want her loaded in the trunk of my\ncar. She's going home with me and then there are people who'll pay good money\nfor her once we hose off the crud.\"
\nAnd she was alone with Vic. He walked over to her ass and started to massage it.\nShe had heard what Hector said and knew she didn't have much time to try to get\nout of this mess. \"Vic, you want to fuck me. I'll do it with you, but I'll join\nin and make it better.\" Becky turned her face towards him and looked him in the\neye. \"But not in the ass, please. I'm too sore there. If you turn me over, I\ncould fuck you even better and then give you a great blow job. Just you and\nme...\" He looked at her, then at the door. \"Shit, the boss won't be back too\nsoon. Why not. But don't try anything funny!\" Vic pulled out a pistol and aimed\nit at her. Her kept the gun pressed against her butt as he untied her ankles,\nthen put it against her temple while he untied her hands. He kept it there while\nshe turned around and sat back on the desk and lowered herself on her back.\n\"Come on, Vic, I'm still really horny. My pussy needs you.\" Vic grinned and\nclimbed up on top of her. \"Gee Vic, you already had me like that. How about this\ntime I get on top. You lay on the desk and I can realy move as you pump your\ncock into me.\" She gave him a sexy smile, and he replied, \"Oh, yeah!\" He slid\naround her and she bent over him and put her cunt by his erect dick. She leaned\ndown and planted her lips on his and gave him a deep wet kiss that he returned\nwith gusto. She lay on him and put her hands on the sides of his head. She\nraised her head and looked into his eyes. \"Here we go, Vic.\" Her hands grabbed\nhis ears and pulled his head up, then crashed it down on the desk. She did it\nagain, and the thug was out like a light. She climbed off him and gasped for\nbreath. She reached at Vic to pull off his shirt so she would have something to\nwear, but she heard the knob on the door move and realized someone was back.\nWasting not a second, she dashed across the room and dove at a window.The glass\nshattered as she went through the same time as Hector came in the door. She cut\nher shoulders going through the glass and she heard him vent a long string of\ncurses. She hit the ground hard and rolled over, getting up and immeadiately\ngoing full speed towards the other end of the auto yard. She would step on\npieces of metal and her feet began to bleed, but she kept running. She heard the\nmen being called to pursue her and she had to get out. She saw the fence in the\nback of the yard and sensed her legs were sore and tired. Could she make it over\nthe fence, with its topping of razor wire. She thought that was less of a danger\nto her than those pursuing her and coiled her legs and lept up. She flew over\nthe top of the barrier with an inch to spare, and crashed to the sidewalk\noutside. She wanted so much to lay there and suffer in peace, but she heard them\nsearching for her and heard cars on the other side of the block roar out of the\nauto yard to look for her. She got up and ran down the darkest street she saw,\ngoing over fences and through yards until she heard nothing more of anyone after\nher. In one yard a grimy old blanket was tossed over a wash line. She took it\nand wrapped it around herself. She found an all-night gas station-convienience\nstore on a corner and asked to make a call. The man behind the counter was\nreading a tabloid gossip sheet and said, \"Lady, there's a pay phone out there\nwhy don't you...\" he glanced up at her and gasped, \"Holy shit, what happened to\nyou?\" he picked up the phone and put it on the counter for her. She knew she\nfelt terrible. She now guessed by the look on his face that she must look even\nworse.
\nShe called home. She hoped Mom would answer, but it was Dad. \"Dad, I... I need a\nride... could you come down here and pick me up?\" Pat replied, \"Sure, Punkin.\nThe bike conk out on you?\" \"No... and... could you bring me some clothes...\" The\nwords were so hard to choke out of her mouth. And the phone was silent for a few\nseconds before she heard her Dad's reply. \"Ohh, Punkin... Hang on, I'll be right\nthere\" She sat down on a case of beer in the corner and waited while the clerk\nstared at her. Her house was at least twenty minutes away, but his car screeched\ninto the station just ten minutes after she hung up. He had a bag with\nunderwear, jeans and a top for her. She went into the grimy rest room to dress\nand looked over at the filth-encrusted mirror and saw how bad she looked. She\nwas black and blue, bloody and dirt encrusted everywhere she looked. The tears\nran down her face as she went out. Pat put his arm around her and walked her to\nthe car and helped her in. He ran around and got in on the driver's side and\nturned to look at her. \"Becky, I need to know what happened. Please.\" She\nthought she wasn't going to tell him, but when she started, it all came out. She\ncouldn't stop and everything just kept flowing out of her like the tears she\ncouldn't hold in. Her dad held her for a little while until her body stopped\nshaking with the sobs and tears. Then he started the car and they went home. As\nhe drove he looked straight ahead and didn't say a word. When they pulled in\ntheir driveway, he came around and walked with her to the front door. Mom was\nwaiting there and put her arms around her. \"Oh Becky, my poor baby... Pat...\nPAT!\" Becky looked back and saw her father had gotten back in the car and roared\naway. She thought about where he might be going and feared what he might be\nplanning to do.
\nHector yelled at the men as they came back into the auto yard. \"What do you mean\nyou couldn't find her? She's a six foot fuckin' blonde-haired white woman! She\nshould stick out like... like a fuckin' white woman in this neighborhood. She\nmay be going for the cops right now. We wasted too much fuckin' time looking for\nher. Fred - get the books and all the cash out of the office safe. I want each\nof you to grab a car that's still in one piece and get ready to take them to the\nother yard. Make sure we don't leave anything that they can trace to us. I am\nout of here...\" But he turned to see a large man in a black sweatshirt, jeans\nand a black ski-mask rip the front gate off its hinges and throw it in the yard.\nThe masked man walked in towards the workers and snarled out, \"WHICH ONE IS\nHECTOR!\" The gang boss pulled out his pistol and fired three times. \"I'm Hector\nand you're dead.\" He turned away. \"Jeez, what the hell was with that\nson-of-bitch?\" The other men still stared. The bullets had bounced away from the\nintruder who continued towards Hector. The men rushed him, but they ran into\nflailing arms and fell all around him with broken arms, cracked ribs and\nconcussions. Finally the man in the ski mask reached Hector and grabbed him.\nHector struggled, but the attacker, with what seemed to be white hot rage, began\nto pummel the gang boss mercilessly.
\nThe next morning Becky woke up and just managed to drag her body off the bed.\nLast night she stood for ten minutes under the shower just letting the water run\nover her, then Mom had bandaged and treated what she could. She went back in the\nbathroom and let the water run over her again. At least she washed a little of\nit away. The part on the outside. When she went downstairs, her Mom stared at\nher as she sat down at the kitchen table. \"Do...do you want anything to eat,\ndear?\" Donna asked her daughter. \"Yeah, I guess so.\" Becky looked over at her\ndad, who was poking his fork at some eggs on a plate in front of him. He didn't\nlook up at her. Her eye caught the paper sitting on the table. The headline\nscreamed, \"AUTO THEFT RING SMASHED!\" She pulled it over and skimmed the article.\nAn anonymous source had called the police and revealed that the car theft ring\nplaguing Granite City recently was operating out of an east-side auto salvage\nyard. The police got to the yard to find a number of men beaten up and in no\ncondition to avoid capture. One suspect with a long record for grand theft and\nfencing stolen goods, a Hector Castovel, was found severely beaten and rushed to\nGrandmere Hospital where he was in critical condition under police guard. The\npolice suspect another gang quarreled with this group and left them in this\nstate before giving a tip to the police. At the hospital, some of the injured\nmen made a wild claim that they were beat up by a single man clad in jeans and a\nblack sweatshirt who was bulletproof. Becky turned to look at her dad. He\nglanced up, but quickly looked away. She recalled something about last night.\nWhen Dad had held her she felt that under his sweatshirt he was wearing his\nuniform. She looked back down at the paper. She didn't ask him about it. She\nalready knew the answer and wouldn't want him to have to say it out loud.
\nSeveral days had gone by while she waited for her body to recover from what they\nhad done to her. But she began to wonder if she was avoiding her patrols because\nof her injuries or the fear in her mind. Rebecca finally forced herself one\nnight to go out on her patrol. She didn't want to keep sitting in her room in\nthe dark and mulling over what had happened the night at the auto yard. She went\nalong the waterfront for a little while, then decided to head over to Argyle\nStreet. She parked her motor bike next to a small garage by an old factory\nbuilding. She walked up to the back door and went in. As she went down a\ncorridor, she kept thinking about how her father had looked at her when he met\nher that night. She sobbed as tears ran down her face. Suddenly a net dropped\nfrom the ceiling and wrapped around her body. She stood there, not even\nresisting. A man in black jeans and an orange sweatshirt who had a horribly\nscarred face came around the turn in the corridor and cackled gleefully. \"Now I\nhave you super-heroine and you will never escape my... my... Becky? What's the\nmatter?\" He reached up and peeled a rubber mask off his face, showing a young\nman's face that had been hidden under the latex. He pulled the net up and\nflipped it off her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. \"Come on, I'll get\nyou some coffee and you can tell me what has you in such a state.\" He walked her\ndown the hall into a living room and sat her on the couch. He took a comforter\nthat had been folded on the side of that couch and wrapped it around her\nshoulders. She had stopped crying, but still occasionally sobbed. \"Oh Arnie,\nit's been terrible,\" cried Becky, \"I'm no super-heroine, I feel like a nobody.\"
\n\"Beck!\" he cried out, \"How could you say that? You gotta be a super-heroine.\nIt's what your whole life set you up for. The same way I'm stuck being a\nsuper-villain.\" Becky responded, \"Hah, that's no way to talk me out of it.\nYou're the worst excuse for a super-villain in Granite City. Last time you took\ncandy from a baby you felt so guilty you bought him a Game Boy,\"
\n\"You're right.\" he admitted. \"But my Dad will freak if he finds out I'm not\ntrying very hard at this. The only thing I ever did right was the first time I\ncaptured you. The big rape I planned ended up with us talking the night away,\nfinally realizing we knew each other from high school and had so much in\ncommon... then nature took its course.\" He handed her a cup of coffee (which he\nhad laced with a shot of brandy) and said, \"why don't you try to settle down and\ntell me what has you so un-nerved.\"
\nShe unloaded all her troubles on him, as she had so many times in the past. She\ntold him her frustrations after capturing Chico, the ordeal at the auto yard\n(she saw he got cold and tense as he listened to that part) and what her father\nhad done.
\nHe looked at her for a few moments and finally spoke. \"Becky, if you're a\nshort-order cook or a super-heroine, you are gonna have ups and downs. That's\nlife. Right now you are going through some really nasty lows, and I guess I just\nwant you to hang in there and not see you give up before you have a chance to\nhit some of the high points. Some day you're gonna be a big-time star and I want\nto be there when you do to see that wonderful smile on your face.\"
\nThe two of them walked into Arnie's bedroom and lay on the bed. Arnie lay at\nBecky's back, his arms wrapped around her and holding tight. His head pressed up\nagainst the back of her head and several times she felt him lightly kiss her\nback there. After they laid like this for awhile, she squirmed loose and rolled\nover to face him. \"I need you, Arnie.\" She spoke softly, but with an obvious\nconviction in her voice. \"I know you don't know what to do with me after my\nordeal, and I don't know if you still want me. After what happened I need\nsomebody in me who loves and cares and will fill me with a sweet ecstacy that\nwill wash away the residue of what I feel inside me.\" So the two of them made\nslow, passionate love for a long while that night. Becky winced as there were\nsome sore spots but as they finished she realized she felt right again and they\nfell asleep with her smiling in Arnie's arms.
\nA couple nights later, Becky was roaring northbound on her bike on Chambers\nStreet looking for a pimp called \"Big Nose\" Kelso. One of his girls had said he\nwas in deep to a loan shark who was getting impatient. \"Big Nose\" had told the\ngirl that he meant to get the money with a little job at the jewelry store on\nChambers, so she had been keeping an eye on the place, hoping to catch him in\nthe act. As Becky came to a halt at a red traffic light, she wondered if Kelso\nhad been blowing smoke or if the loan shark had already put him in a hospital.\nShe glanced across the intersection and looked at a fellow in a small white\ntruck waiting opposite her at the light. Suddenly he looked over at her and\nreacted oddly. His face showed surprise, he scrunched down a little in the seat,\nand though he was in the left lane, he suddenly pulled the truck to the right\nand made a turn. Luckily, this time of night there were few cars in the area and\nhe didn't hit anyone. She watched him him go west a block, pull over to the side\nof the street and turn off his lights. That kind of behavior was too suspicious\nto pass up, so she decidd to keep on on on this guy.
\nBecky's bike had several modifications built in to it. She'd gotten a chance to\nride with Bat Girl on one of her patrols once, and had mentioned to Babs that\nshe wished she could afford something like what the Gotham Damsel rode. Barbara\ntold her about a secret hero subsidy program run by the Wayne Foundation.\nCostumed crimefighters could apply to the Foundation for money to cover their\nequipment. She went to the office Babs mentioned, and probably would not have\ngotten the subsidy, but Bat Girl had given her a exceptional recomendation. The\nFoundation covered the cost of her bike and many expensive extras on it. Rebecca\nwondered if the Wayne Foundation, since it was based in Gotham City, supplied\nsome of Batman's gear. That Batmobile she'd seen in the papers had to cost a\nheck of a lot.
\nRebecca pulled into a spot where she could watch the truck and switched off the\nlights on her bike. She pulled a set of complicated goggles out of the storage\ncase on the back and put them on. The light enhancer unit let her see the truck\nlike it was the middle of the day. After about twenty minutes, the lights on the\ntruck came back on and it made a u-turn, going back to Chambers Street. Becky\npulled her bike out and flipped the sound bafflers on. As she followed the\nsuspicious truck, she moved dark and quiet. This stealth mode was an ideal way\nto follow a vehicle unseen, or to disappear if she thought she was being\nfollowed.
\nThe white truck took a twisting route, stopped for a few minutes several times,\nfinally pulled up to an old building in the derelict manufacturing district.\nThis part of town once bustled with active factories, but the businesses had\ngone under or had moved their work overseas, leaving a dead, scarred area in\nGrantite City. Most of the buildings showed for sale signs, but even these were\ntattered and delapidated. Some of the buildings were used for dirt cheap storage\nfacilities, but at this time of night there was barely any sign of traffic or\npeople around. Babs had taught Rebecca well on how to follow a vehicle without\nbeing spotted. The stealth mode made in much easier, and she figured the man,\nwho she saw get out of the truck and enter the gray building, could not have had\na clue that he was being observed. Becky liked that. She wanted to be extra\ncareful in her work from now on, especially with the ordeal so fresh in her\nmind.
\nShe parked two blocks away, then moved slowly through the darkness to the\nbuilding she'd seen the fellow enter. As she moved up, she wondered what was\ngoing on here. The way the truck had moved didn't seem to indicate any load in\nit, or if it did have something in it, it wasn't very heavy. She decided not to\ncheck out the truck, but to see what was going on in the building. She wondered\nif smuggling, hijacked goods or some other nefarious activity was being done\nhere. She went to the back of the building first. The truck had parked in front.\nShe saw that was because the loading dock had been boarded up. She crept up\nthere and found one window where the boards were far enough apart that she could\nsee in. Behind the boards she saw broken glass and inside, a darkened room that\nrevealed another room, further in, that was being used. She heard voices, There\nwere at least a half dozen men in there and they were excited about something.\nShe finally heard a snippet of talk that grabbed her attention... \"our vengence\nwill be sweet. The bomb will teach the infidels...\" A bomb? They must be a group\nof terrorists. The accents of a couple did sound Middle Eastern. Was the bomb in\nthe truck or had the truck planted the bomb somewhere? Was the bomb here and\nwere they going to load it in the truck and park it somewhere? Were they going\nto load the tuck with drums of fertilizer or chemicals to construct a bomb? And\nwhat was the target? She had to find out. The building was closed up back here,\npulling the boards off to open a access would be much too noisy. She was sure\nthe front entrance would be guarded, and she wondered how she could get inside.\nShe looked up, and a fire escape, looking rusty but still sturdy went up to a\nsecond floor window. At that window, boards had been disturbed, and several were\nhanging partially pulled away. She thought getting up there she could sneak in\nand get a look at who was inside and what they were up to. She moved up the\nladder, very slowly so that she would be as quiet as possible, and got nearly to\nthe second floor when the ladder she was on suddenly groaned loadly and snapped\naway from the wall. It crashed downward and Rebecca tried to jump away from the\ncrash. But her leg caught in the ladder and it pulled her down, hard, into the\nloading dock. She pulled her arms up to protect her head, but still the fall\nstunned her. The lights flashing in her eyeballs and the ringing in her ears\nkept her from hearing the men rush around the building. She was struggling to\nget up when they grabbed her. There were severeal of them and she was in no\ncondition to resist as they grabbed her and dragged her around and into the\nstructure.
\nHer head started to clear, and she looked around the room to see at least a\nhalf-dozen men. One, a tall bearded man with slight arabic features, came up to\nher and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up. \"Who are you and what are you\ndoing here?\" Beck glared back at him, and yelled back, \"I can come right back at\nyou, buddy! Who are you and what are YOU doing here? And... where is the bomb?\"\nShe watched their eyes and saw panic in the look of a couple of the men. One\nspoke up. \"Leader -- she knows! We have to get out of here before more infidels\nstorm the building.\"
\nBut there was no sign of concern in the face of the head man. \"No. She is\nbluffing. She knows there is a bomb, but nothing more. She probably overheard us\nbefore we caught her in back. She was trying to sneak into the building. She\nwoould not have done so if she knew the bomb is here she would have gone at once\nto the authorities.\" He put his hand on his chin and mulled over his thoughts.\n\"She is working alone and now that we have her, she is not a threat. She is a\nworthless infidel whore who watonly displays her body while masquerading as a\ncostumed avenger. But the veangeace shall be ours with the bomb we have. I am\nArakim Daraba, and I lead the Brotherhood of Allah, a group of righteous men who\ncame here to avenge the horrors the Western World inflicts on the holy land. No\nmore will the Judeo-Christian powers run roughshod on the lands of Allah after\nthey feel us lash out at them.\" He turned and walked to the back of the room,\nwhere a stairway went down. \"Bring her.\"
\nDaraba had her taken down a flight of stairs to a large basement room with wood\nbeams and brick walls. Becky saw it was empty except for a odd metal case that\nsat in the middle. About five foot long, a couple of feet wide and a couple of\nfeet deep, it wasn't big enough to be a coffin, but she knew it must be\nsomething nasty. Then she noticed. On one end, behind a thick glass window,\nthere was a set of l.e.d. lights that showed \"00:00:00.\" Could it be the bomb?\nBut why put it here in the old factory district? Daraba turned to one of his\nmen, \"Strip her naked, make sure she has nothing on her person that might be\nused to signal or communicate with anyone or to get out. Then tie her securely\nso she can watch this.\" Soviak, the biggest and ugliest of the group, showed a\nnasty smile and went to work. While four others held her limbs securely, Soviak\npeeled off all of her clothes. As he reached for her mask, Daraba called out.\n\"No, leave that on her face. Without it she is a worthless nobody whose death is\nmeaningless. With the mask on her face she symbolizes the power of the hated\nWestern World and their so-called heroes. It will be proper for one of them to\nbe the first to be incinerated.\" What, Rebecca thought -- incinerated? She\ndidn't like the sound of that. Soviak meanwhile was enjoying his search of her\nbody - his hands ran through her hair, pulling out a couple of lockpicks hidden\nthere, and then running over every inch of her body, She shuddered as he grabbed\nher breasts, then moved down to her crotch. His fingers poked and prodded much\ntoo energetically and were sparing no effort to cause pain while in there. One\nhand of Soviak went to his pants and she was sick to her stomach when she heard\nhis zipper go down. Not again!
\nBut Daraba slapped the goon on the back and said, \"No, she is an unclean Western\nharlot. You are part of the army of Allah that will destroy these infidels and\nthus must not debase yourself in her putrid loins. We will leave her here to\nface death and contemplate the deaths of millions of others.\" Soviak backed away\nfrom her and she could see he wasn't happy about being deprived of his toy.
\nThe terrorist leader went to the metal case and inserted a key in the top. He\nraised an access panel, revealing the container was full of mechanical and\nelectronic gear. Daraba flipped several switches and put his finger on a red\nbutton. \"Death to the Judeo-Christian infidels!\" He pressed the button, and she\nsaw the lights on the end suddenly change to \"00:30:00.\" The top was closed and\nrelocked and he turned to her. \"Harlot, pray to your false god, for all the good\nit will do you. This device, which our group stole from an arsenal in the\nUkraine, is a thermo-nuclear warhead that in thirty minutes will wipe Granite\nCity and so many of the Western World's so-called heroes from the face of the\nearth. So Allah shows his omnipotent power!\" Becky gasped. Heroes? Yes, she'd\nread about it in the paper. Over a hundred super-heroes and heroines were having\na conference downtown for a couple of days to discuss the threat of global\nterrorism. She knew some of them were powerful enough that they might survive a\nnuclear blast at close range, but most of them would be wiped out. Oh, God! Babs\nwas down there. She had joined Becky tonight for dinner with the folks and...\nThe horror began to dawn on her -- practically everybody she knew was going to\ndie unless she did something! She pulled at the ropes, but her ankles had been\nsecured to beams in the wall, far enough apart to spread her legs. Her wrists\nwere also tied and the ropes ran up to the beams in the ceiling pulling her arms\nup and apart.
\n\"We take the truck to the airport where a chartered jet awaits our departure. We\nwill be far away when Granite City ceases to exist. And by the smallest of\nmilliseconds... \" Daraba wrapped his hand around her throat, \"...you will be the\nfirst to die. The first of so many.\" He turned and left the room, followed by\nhis men. Soviak was the last to exit, and he gave her a last, nasty look before\nhe went out and closed the door. She heard the lock click, and despair started\nto engulf her.
\n\"No,\" she said aloud, \"I have to stop this. I have to get out of these ropes. I\nhave to get through that locked door. I have to find somebody in the next...\"\nShe glaced at the timer... \"...twenty-eight minutes who can defuse a\nthermo-nuclear warhead in a locked case.\" She pulled with her hands. One step at\na time. Her right wrist found a little play in the rope looped around it - she\ncould pull it a little looser as she worked on it. Batgirl had once taught her\nto tense her muscles whenever she was being tied up. It would allow a slight\namount of give when the muscles relaxed. She'd practiced this so many times\nuntil she did it by instinct and was happy she'd done so. Her right hand was\ncoming loose as she heard the lock on the door click again, and the door swung\nin. Soviak had come back. The ugly brute smiled at her and came towards her. \"I\ndo not see it like Daraba. I want to humiliate you personally before I leave you\nto die. You body will be mine to take.' She looked at him and at the timer. How\ndumb was this guy? Did he think he could rape her, get in his car and leisurely\ndrive off when they were just over twenty-four minutes until this building and\nmiles around it vaporized? How could the Brotherhood of Allah recruit somebody\nthis stupid and this horny? She pulled harder at her right wrist and it slipped\nout of the rope just as the over-sexed goon got to her. His hands were unzipping\nhis trousers and about to pull out his dick as her right arm pulled back and\nthen shot forward at his face, smashing the heel of her hand into his nose. She\nheard bones snap and the brute howled in pain as he jumped back, stumbled, and\nfell to the floor. As he struggled to get back up, Glory Girl's right hand\npulled at the binding on her left hand, pulling it loose. Back up, he growled\nand charged at her, When she pulled her left hand loose she dropped to the floor\nand clasped both hands together. She pushed up with the doubled fist as the\ngoon's rush sent him over her. She hit him in the groin as hard as she could. He\nwent over her and smashed into the wall, then staggered back. This instant was\nall she needed. No longer pulled upward and taut by her wrist restraints, she\nwas able to slip her ankles out of the ropes that had held them there.
\nShe rolled along the floor and sprung up to face her attacker. He weighed twice\nwhat she did and was a nasty bar-room brawler. But she had trained for years.\nShe balanced on one foot and spun her body. All of her ballet lessons as a kid\nand the training sessions with Bat Girl gave her the ability to stick out her\nother leg and whip it into the side of Soviak's head. The head snapped to the\nside and he staggered that way a step. He took another step towards her and she\nleg-whipped him a second time. He was blinking, but still up. What did it take\nto put this guy down? It was a third leg whip, smashing into the same spot on\nhis temple, that resulted in him crashing backwards. She had won! But as he went\nback he hit the open door and it flew shut. She heard the lock click. She\nstepped over and checked. It wouldn't open. She looked at Soviak. He was out.
\nShe went to the metal case. How could she get into it? The timer said \"00:21:13\"\nand kept ticking down. She suddenly thought about an old movie she'd watched\nwith her Dad on cable. What was it called? Oh, of course. Goldfinger! James Bond\nis locked in the vault in Fort Knox with a case holding a nuclear bomb ticking\naway. He has to fight that fat guy with the metal hat that he threw like a\ndiscus... what was his name?... The hell with the name, what did James Bond do\nto get out of it? He knocked off the goon after him, like she had, and then...\nhe used a couple ingots of gold to smash the case open... he fiddled with some\nof the wiring... and then the rescue team showed up and the other guy reached in\nand knew just what switch to use to turn it off. Crap, that was no stinking help\nat all. She didn't have any gold ingots to smash it open and she doubted any\nlast minute help would come through the door. Not that the entire JLA bursting\nin right now wouldn't be great.
\nShe went through the goon's pockets. No change, no keys, no tools at all. In his\nwallet there were three crumpled dollar bills and twenty crisp new hundreds.\nAhh, he'd been in the group for the cash, she guessed. She looked all over the\nroom, then spotted it. In one corner, in the shadows was a loose brick laying on\nthe floor. She snatched it up and began pounding on the top of the case, trying\nto loosen the plate Daraba had used to access the interior controls. She banged\nagainst the lock, the hinges and the panel itself. She bent the panel a little\nand had one corner sticking up a bit, but the metal case was more hardy than the\nbrick and her tool began to crumble to pieces in her hand. She looked again, but\nthere was not anything else she could use to bang away at the case. One corner\nwas bent up a quarter inch, but as hard as she tried, she couldn't grab and pull\nup with any results. She bent down and peered in the opening and could make out\nlights flickering inside, and the box hummed with power. Electronics? Something\nshe could smash if there was just a way in!
\nAnother memory jumped at her. Months ago, at Arnie's place he had asked her to\ntake a look at the graphics on the game he was designing. When she approached\nhim, she tripped over something on the floor and her Diet Coke flew right at the\ncomputer's central processing unit. Stuff sizzled, popped and smoke came out of\nthe vents. The whole computer burned out in an instant. Arnie said he had most\nof the stuff backed up on his computer at work, but that she should remember in\nthe future to be careful with liquids around computers. This was a computer --\nif she poured water in there, it would ruin it!
\nBut as she once again spun around, looking all over the room, she saw nothing\nshe could use. No soda, no water, no faucets or even a puddle on the floor. A\ndry packed dirt floor and bare walls. Damn, she had thought of a plan but didn't\nhave what she needed to do it. She slumped to the floor and stared at the case.\n\"00:18:42... 00:18:41... 00:18:40... 00:18:39... \" What a week she was having!\n\"WHY IS GOD SO PISSED OFF AT ME!\" she shouted at the ceiling. She got up and\nkicked at the case, only getting a very sore big toe for her efforts.
\nThen it came to her. It might work. It had to work. She climbed up on the box\nand squatted over the access panel. Carefully, she began to pee over the plate,\nright where the opening had been made. This went on for a minute -- it had been\na while since she last relieved herself -- and finally she got down, having\npissed as much as she could. She peered into the hole. She put her ear down on\nthe panel. And got that side of her face soaking wet. Ooops. She went over to\nthe ko'd goon and tore a sleeve off his shirt, wiped her head and then wiped off\nthe top of the access panel. A glance at the timer... 00:13:12... and she again\nput her ear down to see if she heard anything but the normal hum of the machine.\nIt sounded the same. Then there was a hissing and a popping sound. Then it did\nit again. She moved over and stared at the timer. 00:09:22... 00:09:21...\n00:09:21... 00:09:20... 00:09:20... suddenly the L.E.D. lights winked out, them\ncame back on. \"00:00:00\"
\n\"Oh, shit!\" she cried and dove to the floor. Nothing happened. And if it had,\nwhy did she duck? Reflex, she guessed. She put her head to the box and the\nhumming was gone. She could smell a faint trace of burnt plastic smoke coming\nout of it. She'd done it! She got up and danced around the case, whooping and\nhollering. She suddenly noticed her breasts bouncing up and down. Well, if the\ncrisis was past, she had to get some clothes on. She took the shirt off the\nunconcious thug and regretted tearing the sleeve off. It was big enough for her\nand went down to just cover her pubic region. She raised her arms over her head\nand the shirt went up. She'd have to remember to keep her arms down. Unless..\nshe went to take the goon's pants off and was revulsed to find he wasn't wearing\nany underwear. There was no way she was gonna put those pants on! Plus, she\ndidn't know how long it was going to take her to get out of this room. She\ndidn't want to have to stare at this asshole's dick. And, she thought to\nherself, she was going to get out. After what she had accomplished she knew that\nbrick walls and a locked door wouldn't hold her very long!
\nFirst she tied up Soviak tightly. Very tightly. And then she made a thorough\nsearch of the entire room. It ended up with her finding a wire coming in from\nthe outside in one corner, moving along the ceiling, and going through to the\nroom above. It had been almost invisible behind all the cobwebs, but she found\nit and pulled it down until it tore loose from whatever it was attached to\nupstairs. She touched her tongue to the exposed ends and was happy to get a\nslight shock! The wire was a phone line and it was live. She recalled the Morse\nCode she'd learned in Girl Scouts and tapped the two wire ends together,\nspelling out... S-O-S--S-E-N-D--P-O-L-I-C-E--B-A-S-E-M-E-N-T. She repeated it\nover and over for hours before she heard sirens pull up to the front of the\nbuilding.
\nThe police came in and found the door in the basement, releasing Glory Girl. She\ntold them what had happened and word went from them to headquarters, then to the\nFBI, where it was passed on to Homeland Security, and then to the Atomic Energy\nCommission. And every step of the way, information was leaked to the media. It\nwas too big a story to hide. Soon King Faraday, a special operative with\nHomeland Security, came to the scene to head the investigation and began\ncarefully going over what had happened. As he finished questioning her, a female\nofficer caarried a carton into the first floor room where the investigation was\nbeing co-ordinated. \"Ah, young lady? They found this in the building and I\nthought you might like to have it.\" Becky glanced in the box, and squealed with\njoy. \"My uniform! You found it!\" She was so happy she raised her arms. She\nnoticed some people stared, others tried not to. Ooops. The patrolwoman stepped\nin front of Becky and whispered, \"Let's find you a room to change in...\"
\nBecky got changed and borrowed a comb to get her hair looking better. As she\nwent back to the other room, King Faraday approached her once again. \"Young\nlady, I just want to say you did a really great job. We need you to go downtown\nwhere you can look over some pictures and positively identify the ones we\nsuspect you ran into. The plane they had was tracked to Atlanta, and after they\ndidn't hear on the news about a blast, they probably knew something had happened\nand took pains to disappear.\" A strong man's voice then came from someone behind\nher. \"But we now know who they are and what they look like. They can't cause as\nmuch trouble when they have to duck and hide from all American security forces,\nInterpol and the Justice League. If not for this brave young lady there would be\na smoking crater here and we'd have no clue about who to look for.\" Becky turned\nto see who was speaking and was amazed to see a muscular body clad in blue\ntights and a red cape... It was him! Superman reached out and shook her hand.\n\"Well done, Glory Girl. With the troubles in the world today, I'm always happy\nto meet a new person on the side of truth, justice and the American way.\" He\nturned to a nearby window, said \"Up, up and away,\" and flew off. Rebecca sighed.\nWow, was he built. And he knew her name!
\nShe stopped back in the basement room where three men from the Atomic Energy\nComission had arrived to take custody of the nuclear device. One took out a set\nof lockpicks and got the access panel on top unlocked and open. Becky had\nwatched closely, and was sure she could have done the same if she'd had her\nlockpicks. He then took a flashlight and bent down to examine the controls. \"I\nsee you got liquid in here to cause it to short out. Smart thinking!\" he\nsuddenly sniffed the air in the box and stood up. Turning to her, he gave her a\nquizzical look and started to ask, \"Did you short it out with...\" She\ninterrupted him. \"Mister, I think it would be a little embarrassing to have\npeople picture what I had to do if details got out. Couldn't you just say I\ndisabled it... without going into specifics?\" The man stood up and looked her in\nthe eye with a very serious expression. \"Glory Girl, the three of us were flown\nin here tonight to handle disposal of this thing. I have a brother who lives\njust eight miles from this spot with his family -- two little girls. Lot of\npeople can imagine what might have happened if this had gone off. We don't have\nto imagine. We're the experts. We know exactly how bad it would have been. So\nmany dead. So many in the fallout, spending months or years waiting to die. And\nmy brother's family would have been among the victims. Lady, there is not a\nrequest you could make that I would refuse. I'd cut off my own arm if you asked\nme to. Anything else you want, just say the word. Thanks for stopping the worst\ndisaster this country would have ever seen.\" He shook her hand, then the men\nwent back to work on dismantling the bomb for transport, and Glory Girl realized\nhe'd been perfectly serious.
\nBack upstairs, she walked out with a pair of officers to be given a ride\ndowntown to police headquarters. She mentioned her motorbike was parked nearby,\nbut the officers assured her someone would bring it for her. As she exited the\nbuilding she gasped. There was a sea of people surrounding the area. A small\npolice cordon held them back from the crime scene, but beyond the police lines\nthey were stacked deep and soon as they saw her, they began to chant, \"Glory\nGirl! Glory Girl!\" She couldn't believe it. As they got to the car, a figure\nducked under the rope and came up to her. \"Glory Girl, I'm Lois Lane of the\nMetropolis Daily Planet. Could we go over what you encountered in there and what\nyou had to do to save the city?\" King Faraday had been walking along and stepped\nover to the reporter. \"Now, Miss Lane, you know we have to get this finished\nhere before we can discuss details with the media. Our investigation comes\nfirst. If any of you want to speak to Glory Girl, I have to ask you to wait. The\nGranite City Police Media Center will act as a liason with the young lady and\npass any requests on to her at a later time. She can contact you when it will be\nmore convienient. Sorry, we have to go now.\"
\nThe car, with difficulty, moved through the crowd, as people struggled to get\nclose and look in at their new heroine. Becky just sat there stunned, unable to\nabsorb so much attention all at once. The sensory overload was getting to her\nand she started to feel exhausted as the ordeal dragged on. At headquarters, she\nlooked over surveilance photos the FBI had collected of suspects and Becky\npointed out Daraba and five of the six men she'd seen with him last night and\nwho had vanished with him. The police artist helped her do a sketch of the last\nman she'd seen and that was sent out to all agencies. After that, Becky was\nreally happy to see Batgirl stop in to say hello. Babs gave her a big hug and\nsaid, \"Girl, I always knew you had it in you.\" Becky snorted and laughed at\nthat. When Batgirl gave her a quizzical grin, Becky leaned close and whispered,\n\"Yes, it was something in me. I'll tell you later.\" As she went through a\ngauntlet of officers that offered her thanks and congratulations, she began to\nrealize she was exhausted and told Faraday she had to call it a night. He\noffered to get her a ride home, but she insisted she would take her bike. As she\nleft the police garage dozens of vehicles were suddenly following her. She took\na twisting route and finally had to engage the stealth mode to lose her pursuit\nand get home alone. She went in and found both her parents up (rather late) and\nDad said. \"Punkin, you look beat, Why don't you get to bed and we'll talk\ntomorrow.\" Becky gave a huge yawn and agreed. After she dragged herself up to\nher room, she didn't even take off her costume, she just flopped on the bed and\nwas sound asleep.
\nShe woke the next morrning, vaguely recalling dreams of battles with terrorists,\nmeeting Superman and stubbing her toe when she kicked something. Weird dreams. A\nvoice called out, \"Becky, breakfast!\" She sat up in bed and swung her feet to\nthe floor. The big toe on her right foot hurt. Wait. That was real. What part\nhad just been a dream? She took off her costume and put on jeans and a Wonder\nWoman t-shirt, then went downstairs. Mom was at the stove, making Dad's\nbreakfast while he scanned the paper. Her yogurt and toast were on the table.\n\"Thanks, Mom,\" Becky said as she sat down. She tried the yogurt. Mmmm. Peach\nflavor today. Dad held the paper open and up while he read a story on an inside\npage. Becky gasped as she saw the headline. It mentioned Glory Girl in a\ntypeface bigger than she'd ever seen before! And there was a picture of her\nleaving the terrorist's hideout. On the front page! Above the fold! Wow. Dad put\nthe paper down and said, \"Morning Punkin. Sleep well? I contacted the police\nmedia center to see what messages they had for you.\" He started to flip through\na sheaf of notes that was at least an half-inch thick. \"The Granite City\nChronicle wants to interview you, Also CNN, CBS, ABC, NBC, The Wall Street\nJournal, Time, Newsweek, Rolling Stone, the Tonight Show, Oprah, and all four\nradio stations. Amazing Super-Heroines Monthly asked if you could do a photo\nshoot that they could use for a cover. Playboy wants to do a photo spread that\nthey said would be 'tasteful.' Hustler wants to do a photo shoot but they don't\nmake any promises about trying to be tasteful. Something called Wizard's Lair\nMagazine asked if you would do a photo shoot where you recreate how you were\nstripped and tied up.\" He looked up and said to Becky, \"You're a grown woman,\nPunkin, but I just want you to know your Mom and I would prefer you pass on\nthose last few offers.\" His gaze went back to the stack of papers and he\ncontinued to flip through them. \"Branchwood Mall on the north side and Westgate\nMall both ask you to come out and make an appearance this weekend. The new\nWal-Mart opening in two weeks would like you to show up to cut the ribbon at the\ngrand opening. Jerry Lewis called to ask if you would appear on the Labor Day\ntelethon -- that's a really good cause -- and Santa Maria Children's Hospital\nasked for you to come and cheer up the children in the wards.\" Rebecca's Mom\nbroke in on this matter. \"Oh Becky, I hope you could find the time to do that.\nSanta Maria always had a soft spot in our hearts. Back before we went into\nretirement, we always visited the wards when we could. The children love to see\ntheir heroes in person. And I still recall the day your father flew me there\nwhen I went into labor. You were born at Santa Maria, you know. Oh dear. Becky,\nyou're dripping yogurt all over your shirt.\"
\nWhile her father had read through these requests, Becky had sat there trying to\ntake in what she was hearing. She sat with her mouth hanging open, the spoonful\nof yogurt, forgotten, held hovering in front of her face. She had dribbled it\nwhile she sat there. \"Oh, sorry. Dad! Mom! What am I going to do? How can I\nhandle all these requests?\"
\nHer Dad smiled. \"You learn to say no. You can't do everything. Famous people\nalways have more demands on their time. Everybody wants a piece of the heroine\nof the hour. Oh, one other note. The mayor and the police commissioner both\nasked that you come down to the convention center this afternoon. It's the final\nday of the Superhero Symposium and they want you to make an appearance.\"
\nBecky had another spoonful of yogurt that didn't get to her mouth. She couldn't\nbelieve this was happening to her.
\nThat afternoon, her folks, in costume as Mister Patriot and The Shady Lady, went\nwith her to the Convention Center. As they entered the hall, there was a\ntremendous round of applause and the crowd bgan moving along slowly, with a\nsuccession of costumed individuals clapping her on the back and shaking her\nhand. So many of the people she'd admired were in the crowd. Green Arrow and\nBlack Canary congratulated her. Reed and Sue Richards were very friendly.\nCaptain Marvel came up to her with Mary Marvel, and they said they thought she\nhad done a reallty swell job. Mary even leaned over and gave her a big sisterly\nhug. Supergirl smiled and said she thought Becky's costume was a knockout. A\nstrange fellow called the Question came up to her, shook her hand, and leaned\nclose to her. He whispered in her ear, \"Interesting way you disabled that bomb.\nYou've got a real head on your shoulders.\" What, she thought -- how could he\nhave known about that? She was about to ask him, but he moved along to allow\nmore people to walk up and talk to her. Back in the crowd she saw Bat Girl,\nstanding with Robin, and waved to them. Then the crowd to her right parted and a\nwoman, even taller than Becky and with a superb athletic body came up to her. Oh\nmy God! It was Wonder Woman really standing right next to her. She was even more\ngorgeous than the poster that Becky had hanging over her bed. The Amazon\nPrincess offered her hand to Becky and said, \"You have done a fine service to\nthe people of this city, sister, and I hope someday we can work together.\" Becky\ntried to force some sort of reply out of her tougue-tied mouth. \"Er... Ahh.\nThank you, your Highness!\" Oh no! What a dumb thing to say! But the Warrior\nMaiden smiled at this and said, \"You can call me Diana.\" In the backround Becky\nheard cameras clicking. She swore she would do anything to get a copy of one of\nthe pictures of her with the Amazon Princess. She was about to ask Diana for an\nautograph, then realized it might make her look like some fan wannabe. Maybe\nshe'd ask later.
\nAfter the chance to exchange pleasantries with most of the people in the hall,\nBecky and her parents joined the mayor on a balcony outside. Standing in the\ncourtyard and the streets beyond were thousands of people. The Mayor gave a\nspeech extending the thanks and well wishes of Granite City to Glory Girl, and\nproclaimed it Glory Girl Day. He gave her a key to the city. The clouds overhead\nstarted to give off a slight drizzle, but nobody seemed to want to leave. After\nhis speech, the mayor asked her to move to the railing and the crowd started to\ncheer her name, applauding loudly.
\nBecky thought it was almost perfect. If only... and then she saw him. Close to\nthe balcony in the crowd. It was Arnie, clapping and shouting as loud as the\nothers. And he was smiling. She looked down at him and knew this had to be the\nbest day of her life.
\nAnd in a room many miles away, Daraba swore that the woman would pay for foiling\nthe plans of the Brotherhood of Allah. He would have his vengeance on this one\ncalled \"Glory Girl.\"
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