(Note: Lark can render a person unconscious, with flesh
\nto flesh Contact due to a special hormone count, enduced with 12 hour
\ninjections. Gloves protect from accidental contact.)
\n1 AM on the East side of Centra City
\nA cockroach skittered across the cracked linoleum of the club's
\nback room, antennae twitching at the scent of stale beer and sweat.
\nIt paused near a boot print smeared in something sticky, maybe
\nblood, maybe just cheap whiskey.
\nThen the door burst open, and the roach vanished into the
\nshadows as three figures slipped inside, their silhouettes sharp against the\nneon bleeding through the dirty windows.
\nTeen Shadow's gloved fingers twitched near her nunchucks. The cold metal links\nwhispering against her thigh. Lark adjusted her gloves with a nervous tug, the\nfabric stretching tight over her knuckles.
\nGallant Girl didn't fidget. She just inhaled, slow and steady, the way you do\nbefore diving into deep water. The air tasted like chemicals
\nand desperation.The neon sign flickered once...Titty Twister in cursive pink,\nbefore going dark. That was their signal. Three shadows darted across the\nstreet, boots silent on asphalt.
\nTeen Shadow went low, rolling beneath a broken security camera.
\nInside, laughter curdled into shouts as the first goon hit the ground, Gallant\nGirl's escrima stick cracking across his jaw. Lark's fingers brushed a bouncer's\nneck, he convulsed, then slumped.
\nBodies blurred in the strobe-lit chaos.Teen Shadow ducked under a
\nbig man's fist, flipped him over her shoulder and punched him 6 time in the face\nbefore sweeping another man's legs out from under him. He fell and Brandi\nelbowed him hard. \"That all you got Rollins?\"
\nRollins seemed to be shitting himself as he watched them beat
\nup his best men. A blackjack almost hit Brandi's shoulder from behind, Gallant\nGirl kicked the guy in the gut so hard his feet left the ground. His gun\nskittered across the dirty floor as Lark touched his neck and he collapsed.
\nThe three fought side by side, cracking bones and knocking out
\nteeth. Their fists were relentless, their kicks brutal. But then Rollins\nappeared with fifteen fresh men, all armed with knives, bats, and blackjacks.\nTeen Shadow took down four guys, dodging punches and flipping a thug into a\nliquor shelf...glass shattered, whiskey poured, and the stench of alcohol filled\nthe air.
\nA bat swung for her ribs; she twisted mid-air, kicked the man’s wrist, and heard\nthe satisfying snap of bone. He howled. Gallant Girl moved like a storm, her\nescrima sticks a blur. She broke a kneecap, then cracked a skull, spinning to\ndrive an elbow into another man’s throat. He gagged, clutching at his crushed\nwind pipe before crumpling.
\nLark fought hard...the thugs kept their distance. One lunged, and
\nshe grazed his neck. Just enough. He stiffened, eyes rolling back as he\ncollapsed. Still, they were outnumbered. Teen Shadow gritted her teeth. Rollins’\nmen fought dirty.
\nA knife grazed Brandi’s side, slicing through the mesh halter.
\nBlood trickled down her ribs, hot and slick. She barely felt it. Adrenaline\nthrummed too loud in her veins. She twisted, driving a
\nboot heel into the attacker’s groin. He doubled over, retching, and she slammed\nher knee into his nose. Cartilage crunched.
\n\"Next?\" she hissed. Gallant Girl moved like liquid violence.
\nA thug swung a bat. She caught it mid-air, yanked him forward, and headbutted\nhim so hard his teeth clicked together. Blood sprayed. The bat clattered to the\nfloor. She snatched it up, spun, and brought it down on another man’s shoulder.\na wet crack echoed. He screamed. She didn’t let him finish. A side kick sent him\ncrashing into two others, bowling them over like pins.
\nTeen Shadow fought in bursts...feinting left, then striking right. Her nunchucks\nwhipped through the air, cracking against wrists, elbows, jaws. One guy lunged\nwith a knife; she hooked his ankle with the chain, twisted, and sent him\nface-first into the bar. Glass shattered. Whiskey and blood dripped from his\nbroken nose. She wiped her mouth with the back of her glove, tasting salt and\niron. \"Lark,\" she barked, \"left flank!\"
\nLark moved like a ghost, fingers bare.
\nA thug with brass knuckles swung. she ducked, fingertips brushing his exposed\nforearm. His pupils dilated. He swayed, then folded like a puppet with cut\nstrings. Another rushed her; she backpedaled, slipped on a spilled beer, but\nGallant Girl was there, intercepting with a brutal elbow strike to his temple.\nHe dropped like a sack of bricks.
\nTeen Shadow’s nun chucks blurred, the chain hissing
\nthrough the air. She whipped them across a man’s cheek bone he spun, blood\narcing from his split lip, then reversed the swing into another’s gut. He\ndoubled over, retching. She kneed him in the face. His nose shattered with a wet\ncrunch.
\nGallant Girl moved like a metronome. left elbow cracking a jaw, right knee\ndriving into a solar plexus. Bones broke in time with her breath. A goon swung a\nchain at her head; she caught it mid-air, yanked him forward, and slammed his\nforehead into her rising knee. His skull snapped back with a sound like a melon\nhitting pavement.
\nHe collapsed, twitching.
\nLark danced between bodies, fingertips grazing exposed
\nskin, a wrist here, a neck there. Every touch dropped men like stones. One thug\nlunged with a switchblade; she side stepped, nails brushing his stubble-rough\ncheek. His eyes rolled white before he face-planted into a puddle of stale beer.\nThe knife skittered away.
\nGallant Girl fought like a hurricane given human form.
\nA thug swung a pool cue at her skull—she caught it mid-swing, snapped it over\nher knee, and drove the splintered end into his thigh. He shrieked, clutching\nhis leg as she spun into a roundhouse that sent his teeth clattering across the\nfloor. Blood flecked her blue spandex, stark as war paint.
\nTeen Shadow moved like smoke...here, then gone?
\nHer nunchucks flashed in the strobe light, chains whispering death before\ncracking against a goon's collarbone. The man crumpled with a choked scream. She\ndidn't pause. Pivoting on her boot heel, she drove an elbow into the next\nattacker's sternum. The air left his lungs in a whoosh as he folded like cheap\norigami. \"My God!! Rollins begged, screaming for help from Queen Pin.
\n\"Don't get your panties in a ball!\" Queen Pin Laughs.
\nRoland. She orders. Get them! As he walks over to the fight, Queen Pin sneaks\naway. Ten minutes. That's how long it took for the Titty Twister's back room to\ntransform into a battle field of groaning bodies and shattered glass.
\nThe stench of spilled liquor mixed with blood and sweat clung to the air, thick\nas smoke. Teen Shadow and her part ners look around at 30 unconscious men lying\nevery where.
\n\"Where Did you get these rejects from? Gallant Girl laughed.
\nThe five and Dime store?\"
\n\"Hope they were marked down!\"Lark sort of giggled.
\nThe remaining men stumbled back, eyes wide as Roland Thibodeaux's shadow\nswallowed the strobe-lit chaos. He didn't rush...just rolled his shoulders,\ncracking his knuckles like gunshots. His French accent dripped like poisoned\nhoney. \"Petites filles, vous allez pleurer.\"
\nTeen Shadow's ribs throbbed some where the knife had grazed her, but she\ngrinned, spinning her nun chucks in a figure-eight. \"Big words for a guy who\nbuys his intimidation wholesale.\" Roland's fist came down like a\nsledgehammer—she barely twisted away in time. The concrete floor cratered where\nshe'd stood.
\nGallant Girl lunged low, escrima stick aiming for his knee. He pivoted, catching\nher wrist with terrifying ease. Bone creaked under his grip. Her teeth gritted,\nbut she hooked her boot behind his ankle and yanked. They went down together in\na tangle of limbs and curses. Lark saw her opening...darted in, glove already\nhalf-off.
\nBut Roland backhanded her mid-lunge.
\nThe slap echoed like a gunshot.
\nShe hit the wall hard,Gallant Girl and Teen shadow was pissed! And he knew it!\nTeen Shadow’s wrists burned where her nunchaku had tangled in Roland’s grip. The\nchain links bit into her skin like teeth. She didn’t let go. With a snarl, she\ntwisted her body weight into a savage knee strike that cracked against Roland’s\nribs.
\nGallant Girl was already moving, her escrima sticks a blur of dark blue as she\nfeinted left, then drove a spinning heel kick into Roland’s kidney. He grunted\nbut didn’t buckle...just backhanded her hard enough to send her sliding through\nshattered glass and spilled bourbon.
\nThe sting of alcohol in her fresh cuts barely registered.
\nLark shook off the daze from hitting the wall, fingers flexing. Blood trickled\nfrom her split lip. \"Okay,\" she muttered, peeling off her glove with her teeth.\n\"Now I’m pissed.\" She lunged, bare fingertips outstretched, but Roland caught\nher wrist, his grin widening as he lifted her off the ground like a rag doll.\n\"Little girls shouldn’t play with poison,\" he purred, squeezing until her\nfingers spasm-ed uselessly.
\nTeen Shadow saw red.
\nShe yanked her nunchucks free, the chain whipping around Roland’s thick forearm.\nWith a grunt, she pulled, using his own bulk against him. He staggered...just\nenough for Gallant Girl to drive her escrima stick into his trachea.
\nRoland gagged, his grip loosening.
\nLark dropped, rolled, and slapped her bare palm against his Achilles tendon. The\nserum burned through his veins.
\nHis knee buckled.Gallant Girl didn’t wait. She vaulted onto Roland’s back,\nlocking her legs around his torso. Her forearm crushed his windpipe from behind.
\n“Sleep tight, monster,” she hissed. His pupils dilated. For three terrifying\nseconds, he swayed—then crashed face-first into the sticky floor. The impact\nrattled the broken bottles littering the ground. He was out cold.
\nThis time Rollins did piss his pants.
\nOne of his men twitched on the floor, fingers spasming near a shattered whiskey\nbottle...Lark's work. Another groaned through a broken jaw, his breath bubbling\nwith blood.
\nTeen Shadow wiped sweat from her brow with the back of her glove, smearing grime\nand someone else's spit across her forehead. The air stank of copper and spilled\nliquor, the kind that rots your insides if you drink it straight. She liked the\nway it stung her nostrils. Made everything feel sharper.
\nGallant Girl rolled a limp thug off her boot with a disgusted flick of her\nankle. His head lolled, revealing a fresh escrima-shaped bruise blooming purple\nunder his stubble.
\n\"Eleven,\" she muttered, nudging another unconscious body with her toe. \"Twelve.\"\nThis one had tried to stab Lark in the kidney with a switchblade. Now his wrist\nbent at a angle wrists aren't supposed to bend. The women went up to Collins and\nstood with their hands on their hips.
\n\"The girls! Gallant Girl demanded.
\n\"W...w...What girls He feigned ignorance. Teen Shadow grabbed him by the collar\nof his shirt hauling him to his feet.
\nGallant Girl spun her escrima stick like a baton twirler, the dark wood a blur\nbefore she suddenly stopped. Tip pressed under Rollins' trembling chin.
\n\"Wrong answer,\" she murmured, her voice colder than the steel pipes dripping\ncondensation overhead. His Adam's apple bobbed against the pressure.
\nTeen Shadow didn't wait for his next lie. She drove her knee into his gut hard\nenough to fold him in half, then yanked his head back by the greasy ponytail.\nHis scream choked off as she pressed her nunchuck chain against his windpipe.\n\"You've got three seconds,\" she hissed, the metal links digging in. \"Then I\nstart counting ribs with this.\"
\nThe chain creaked.
\nGallant Girl's boot came down on Rollins' outstretched fingers with
\na crunch that echoed louder than the groans of his men. He shrieked, the sound\ncutting through the bass still thumping from the club's speakers. \"They're\ndownstairs!\" he sobbed, snot bubbling from his nose. \"Behind the false wall in\nthe wine cellar!\"
\nLark was already moving, her small frame slipping through the wreckage like\nsmoke. She kicked aside a shattered chair, The cellar door groaned under her\nsharp kick, revealing shadows that stank of mold and something metallic beneath.\nTeen Shadow didn't hesitate. She vaulted over the bar, her boots splashing\nthrough a puddle of vomit and bourbon as she followed Lark into the darkness.
\nGallant Girl took the rear, her escrima sticks slick with sweat and someone\nelse's blood. The false wall was cheap plywood disguised as brick...laughable,\nreally. Teen Shadow drove her elbow through it, sending splinters flying.
\nThe scent hit them first: sweat, fear, and the cloying sweet ness of cheap\nperfume masking something fouler. Chains rattled in the dark. A whimper.
\n\"Light,\" Lark hissed. Teen Shadow's fingers found the switch. Fluorescents\nbuzzed to life, flickering over rows of iron cages. The girls inside recoiled\nlike nocturnal animals suddenly exposed.
\nSome naked, some in tattered lingerie. All branded with Queen Pin's twisted\ninsignia burned into their shoulders. One coughed, the sound wet and raw.
\nTeen Shadow's knuckles whitened around her nun chucks. Gallant
\nGirl moved first, her escrima sticks snapping the first padlock in two swift\nstrikes. The metal shrieked. \"Torres' merchandise,\" she spat, kicking the broken\nlock aside. The girl inside, couldn't have been older than sixteen, scrambled\nback until her spine hit the cage wall.
\nHer wrists were raw from shackles.
\n\"Easy,\" Gallant Girl murmured, stripping off her long gloves and offering bare\nhands. \"We're getting you out.\"Lark was already at the next cage, her small\nfingers surprisingly deft with the rusted bolt. The moment it gave, the sobbing\nwoman inside lunged forward, clutching at Lark's utility belt like a lifeline.
\n\"They...they took my sister downstairs,\" she gasped, her voice shredded. Lark's\njaw tightened. Her bare fingertips twitched at her sides, itching to carve\nvengeance into Queen Pin's flesh.Teen Shadow moved like a vengeful ghost through\nthe rows of cages, snapping locks with brutal efficiency.
\nHer nun-chucks were forgotten. Now it was just her gloved hands and the animal\nrage twisting her gut. One girl, barely conscious, had cigarette burns laddering\nher thighs. Another's split lip still oozed, her left eye swollen shut. The air\ntasted like rust and ammonia, thick enough to choke on. Teen Shadow's knuckles\ncracked against the next padlock until it surrendered.
\nGallant Girl worked methodically, each escrima strike.
\nprecise as a surgeon's scalpel. The girls flinched from the noise but not from\nher. Her voice stayed low, promising names and addresses for safe houses between\nthe splintering of metal. One cage held twins, their ankles chained together\nwith a length of dog leash. Gallant Girl didn't swear.
\nShe just gripped the leash in both hands and pulled until the clasp snapped like\na gunshot. Lark moved faster than any of them, her small hands a blur as she\nunshackled wrists with an intimacy that spoke of personal experience.
\nThe girl she freed first...dark-haired, shaking, grabbed Lark's wrist suddenly.\n\"You're real,\" she whispered, her thumb brushing the bare skin where Lark's\nglove had been.
\nFor a terrifying second, Lark froze—but the serum didn't transfer. The girl just\nclung tighter, her grip desperate. Teen Shadow didn't have time for relief.
\nThe cellar stairs groaned under sudden weight. reinforcements. She spun her nun\nchucks in a low arc just as the first boot hit the concrete floor. The chain\ncaught the thug's knee with a wet crack. He screamed, toppling into the men\nbehind him like dominoes.
\nGallant Girl was already moving, her escrima sticks flashing in the flickering\nlight as she drove them into the next attacker's solar plexus. The man folded\nwith a wheeze, his gun clattering uselessly to the ground.
\nLark vaulted over a toppled chair, her bare fingers outstretched. She brushed a\nsweating neck...just a glancing touch, but it was enough. The skinhead's eyes\nrolled back before his skull bounced off the wine rack. Bottles shattered,\nspraying cheap Merlot across the concrete like arterial spray. Teen Shadow used\nthe distraction to drive her heel into another goon's groin. His scream cut off\nwhen Gallant Girl's elbow connected with his temple.
\nThe rhythm of violence was familiar now...dodge, strike, breathe. Teen Shadow's\nlungs burned from the cellar's damp air, but she grinned as her nunchucks\nwrapped around a thick wrist. Bone snapped like kindling. The thug howled,\ncradling his ruined arm. Gallant Girl finished him with a spinning kick that\nsent him crashing into a stack of crates marked \"Exotic Imports.\" Ropes and\nleather restraints spilled out, slithering across the floor like snakes.
\nSuddenly the lights went out?
\nLark didn't need light. She moved through the darkness like ink in water, her\nbare fingertips finding exposed skin. A neck here, a forearm there. Each touch\nwas met with a gasp, then the heavy thud of a body collapsing. Someone swung a\npipe blindly; she felt the rush of air against her cheek and countered by\ndriving her knee into his groin. His pained grunt told her where his face was.\nHer palm slapped his forehead. Silence..
\nGallant Girl fought by sound and memory. The scrape of boots against concrete,\nthe wet click of a tongue against teeth before someone spat.
\nHer escrima sticks became extensions of her arms, cracking ribs, shattering\nkneecaps. When a meaty hand grabbed her ponytail, she didn't hesitate. She threw\nher weight forward, flipping her attacker over her shoulder. His scream cut off\nwhen her heel found his
\nlarynx. Teen Shadow moved like a dancer in the dark. Her nunchucks whirled,\nchains singing through the air before impacting flesh with dull thuds.
\nShe felt rather than saw the moment Roland's reinforcements
\nfaltered their panicked breaths, the stumble of their retreat. A man's wrist\nsnapped under her twisting grip. Another screamed when she drove her knee into\nhis diaphragm hard enough to taste bile. Gallant Girl fought with the precision\nof a metronome.
\nOne, two, strike. Her escrima sticks blurred, cracking jaws and kneecaps with\nmechanical efficiency. Eleven down. Twelve. She lost count when blood sprayed\nacross her cheek, warm and coppery. The fifteenth attacker went down choking on\nhis own tongue after her
\nheel found his throat. Lark moved like a vengeful ghost...bare fingers brushing\nnecks, wrists, any patch of sweat-slicked skin. Each touch was a death sentence.
\nA skinhead's pupils dilated right before his face hit the concrete. Eighteen.\nSomeone grabbed her hair she drove her elbow backward and felt cartilage give\nway. The air smelled like gunpowder and piss.
\nGallant Girl's escrima sticks were twin blurs, cracking jaws and ribs with\neconometric precision. A goon lunged with a switchblade; she disarmed him with a\ntwist, then shattered his wrist with a downward strike. Twenty. Blood flecked\nher blue spandex, dark as ink.
\nShe barely blinked.
\nThen the hissing started.Lark was mid-stride, her bare fingers outstretched\ntoward a thug's sweat-slicked neck, when the sound registered. A high-pitched\nwhite noise like a nest of vipers exhaling.
\nHer eyes darted to the floor where the canister rolled lazily between combat\nboots, spewing yellowish vapor that clung to the concrete like swamp fog. She\nopened her mouth to shout a warning just as the first tendril of gas licked her\nankle. Her lungs seized.
\nGallant Girl reacted fastest...she tore a strip from her own sleeve, clamping it\nover her nose and mouth with one hand while her escrima stick whipped out to\nsend the canister skittering back toward the staircase. Too late.
\nThe gas spread unnaturally fast, climbing their legs in thick, sentient ribbons.\nTeen Shadow swung her nunchucks blindly at the thickening cloud, the chain\nslicing through vapor that reformed instantly. Her next breath tasted like\nrotting oranges and chloroform. The edges of her vision pulsed black.
\nLark crumpled first. One second she was lunging toward the last standing thug,\nfingers outstretched, then her knees hit concrete with a sickening crack. Her\nbare hand twitched against the floor, palm upturned like a beggar's.
\nThe serum that could drop a man in three seconds was useless against whatever\ncocktail Queen Pin had engineered. Teen Shadow tried to shout her name, but her\ntongue felt swollen, her words dissolving into a wet cough.Gallant Girl fought\nthe longest.
\nEven as the gas coiled around her thighs like a lover’s embrace, her escrima\nsticks whirled...until they didn’t. The left one slipped from fingers gone numb,\nclattering against a wine bottle. Her knees buckled in slow motion.
\nThe tactical weave of her bodysuit scraping concrete as she slid down the wall.\nShe snarled something guttural...maybe a curse, maybe a name, before her chin\nhit her chest.
\nTeen Shadow lasted three more breaths. The nunchaku chain slipped from her grip,\nwrapping around her own ankle in a cruel parody of the shackles they’d just\nbroken.
\nHer vision tunneled, the cellar warping into a fun house mirror of shadows and\nswaying light. The last thing she saw was Lark’s tiny hand, twitching on the\nground inches from a thug’s boot. Then the dark swallowed her whole.
\nThey were roughly escorted/ drug up the stairs from the basement., Their bare\nfeet barely found purchase on the cold stone steps as unseen hands groped their\nbared bodies...slapped jiggling asses, squeezed Tits, pinched erect nipples,\nfingers pulled at their pubic hair, fondling pussies.
\nGallant girl walked ahead her head up proud, despite the fact, her size 30D\nbreasts were on sadistic display for the miscreants.Teen Shadow, pulled hard at\nher ropes, her teeth clenched. Lark was scared, but refused to show her fear.\nShe watched their approach with predatory amusement, her painted lips curling as\nTeen Shadow stumbled.
\nHer bound wrists robbing her of balance, only to be yanked upright by Roland’s\nmeaty hand tangled in her short blonde hair. Gallant Girl spat blood onto the\nPersian rug, earning a vicious twist of her nipple from Thibodeaux.
\n\"Ohhh myyyy...\" Queen Pin drawled, tracing a razor-tipped fingernail down\nGallant Girl’s sweat-slicked sternum. \"The mighty bitch trio.\" Her nail stopped\njust above the dark triangle of pubic hair, flicking upward to flick a swollen\nnipple. Gallant Girl snarled—until Roland grabbed her long black hair forcing\nher chin up.
\nGallant Girl maintains defiance despite her exposed nudity and brutal treatment,\nwhile Teen Shadow struggles against her restraints and Lark conceals her terror.
\nQueen Pin taunts them.
\nEmphasizing their helplessness with cruel touches and Roland's violent grip.\nThat’s when the smell hit them: cigars, expensive perfume, and beneath it all,\nthe coppery tang of dried blood embedded in the floorboards.
\nTeen Shadow’s eyes darted to the reinforced steel door behind Queen Pin’s\nthrone, the one vibrating with muffled feminine sobs. \"Still thinking you can\nsave them?\" Queen Pin laughed, pinching Teen Shadow’s left nipple hard enough to\nleave crescent indents.
\n\"You can’t even save yourselves.\"
\nQueen Pin’s voice dripped with vicious glee at the three heroines who were\nshoved forward, their bare feet stumbling over the ornate rug. The air was thick\nwith the scent of leather and sweat mingled with something darker, something\nfermented and sour.
\nLark’s knees buckled first, her small frame trembling as Roland’s
\nthick fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass, squeezing hard enough to leave\npurple welts. A goon behind her laughed, his breath hot and stale against her\nneck as he licked a stripe up her spine.
\nShe shuddered, choking back a feeling of utter disgust!!
\nTeen Shadow’s vision swam...her head still fuzzy from whatever gas had knocked\nthem out. She blinked, trying to focus on Queen Pin’s smirking face through the\nstrands of her own short blonde hair. A rough hand groped her breasts,
\ntwisting her nipples until she hissed through clenched teeth.
\nHer wrists burned against the ropes, the coarse fibers biting into her skin with\nevery jerk of her captors' grip. Gallant Girl, ever defiant, stood tall despite\nthe humiliation, her muscular thighs flexed as she resisted the hands pawing at\nher body, her dark blue mask the last shred of dignity left on her bare skin.
\nLark, the smallest of the three, stumbled as Roland then shoved
\nher forward. His thick fingers dug into the soft flesh of her hips, his laughter\nbooming as she struggled to keep her balance. Her tiny breasts, so often\nmocked—now drew cruel pinches and slaps from t
\nhe men surrounding them. One goon grabbed her face, mashing his lips against\nhers...a sloppy, forced kiss.
\nThe taste of stale tobacco and cheap whiskey made her gag, but she refused to\nwhimper. She wouldn’t give them the satisfaction. Instead, she imagined the\nmoment her fingers would slip free, the moment she’d touch bare skin and watch\ntheir eyes roll back.
\nGallant Girl walked with her chin high, her muscular body tensed against the\ngroping hands. Queen Pin leaned forward, her painted lips parting in delight as\nshe watched her men torment the taller vigilante. \"Look at her she purred,\n\"still trying to act like she’s in control.\"
\nRoland seized Gallant Girl’s long black, straight hair, yanking her head back so\nhard her spine arched. The men cheered as Queen Pin stood, her tall frame\nlooming as she drug a single, razor-sharp nail down the center of Gallant Girl’s\nchest.
\nTeen Shadow’s breath hitched as rough hands squeezed her firm
\nbare breasts from behind, fingers digging into flesh still sensitive from\nearlier abuse. A wet, sloppy kiss was forced against her neck...The stench of\ncheap whiskey and sweat making her stomach turn, before Roland’s meaty palm\ncracked against her ass, the sting radiating up her spine.
\nShe stumbled forward, her bound wrists preventing any attempt to balance\nherself. Lark, shoved next to her, took the impact worse her smaller frame\nnearly toppling before Roland caught her by the throat, his thick fingers\npressing just enough to make her gasp. The air smelled of cigar smoke, sweat,\nand something darker something metallic and old. Queen Pin lounged on her ornate\nchair, draped in black satin and silver jewelry, her smirk widening as the trio\nwas paraded before her.
\nGallant Girl, despite the humiliation, kept her chin high, her
\nmuscular legs tensed even as fingers traced the curves of her body with\ngrotesque fascination. \"Oh, how the mighty have fallen,\"
\nQueen Pin purred, reaching out to flick Gallant Girl’s erect nipple. The taller\nwoman barely flinched, her hazel eyes flashing defiance.
\nLark stumbled as Roland shoved her forward, Her small frame trembled against the\nrough handling. A goon grabbed her face, forcing his lips against hers in a\nsloppy, demeaning kiss—his tongue thrusting past her clenched teeth before she\ncould react.
\nThe taste of tobacco and whiskey made her gag, but she refused to whimper. Her\nfingers twitched behind her back, des perate for the barest touch of skin...but\nthe ropes held firm, and her captors knew better than to let her make contact.
\nQueen Pin chuckled, admiring Lark’s futile struggle.
\n\"Still think you can fight?\" she taunted, snapping her fingers.Two men seized\nLark’s arms, spreading them wide exposing her small breasts to the hungry gaze\nof the room. Teen Shadow took every strike, every grope, every humiliating slap\nwith gritted teeth, until, Roland’s wet lips closed around her nipple, biting\ndeliberately.
\nShe jerked against her bonds, muscle now straining as saliva
\ndripped down her bare chest. \"You’ll scream louder than that soon,\" he promised,\nhis French accent thick with malice. His fingers traced the waist band of her\nbriefs, now long discarded before dipping lower, teasing the blonde curls\nbetween her thighs.
\nShe kicked out wildly, but another thug caught her ankle, wrenching it sideways\nuntil her balance faltered. The laughter of the men echoed as she hit the floor\nhard, her bound wrists twisting painfully beneath her weight.Gallant Girl surged\nforward—only for Queen Pin’s stiletto to press between her shoulder blades,\npinning her in place.
\n\"Watch,\" the older woman commanded, her voice dripping with venomous glee. Below\nthem, Teen Shadow writhed as Roland’s calloused fingers finally breached her,\nviolating her in slow, taunting thrusts while the others cheered. His free hand\ntangled in her short hair, yanking her head back until her throat arched. \"See?\nQueen Pin breathed, watching Gallant Girl’s fists clench. Your little protege\nisn’t so untouchable now.\" Lark’s whimper cut through the laughter.
\nMolly Hensen, red hair gleaming under the chandelier, traced the
\ntip
\nof a riding crop along the girl’s trembling ribs. \"Tiny tits, she cooed,\nflicking the crop upward to tap one nipple. But they still bruise pretty.\"\nBehind her, Victor Otto lumbered closer, his sausage-thick fingers already\nworking the buckle of his belt. Lark’s breath hitched as Molly leaned in, lips\nbrushing her ear.
\n\"Bet you wish your knockout trick worked now, huh?\" Gallant Girl’s mask tore\naway with a sickening rip of Velcro. Queen Pin held the scrap of fabric between\ntwo fingers like a trophy, now letting it flutter to the bloodstained rug.
\n\"Look at her,\" she commanded. Roland obliged, wrenching Gallant Girl’s head back\nby her hair exposing high cheekbones flushed with rage, sweat-slick skin, lips\nparted around ragged breaths. The men whistled. Queen Pin’s polished nail\nscraped down Gallant Girl’s sternum, pausing to circle a nipple.
\n\"Even better without the mask,\" she purred.
\nTeen Shadow thrashed as fingers clawed at the edges of her thin black eye-mask.\nIt came away with a snap of elastic, her short blonde hair sticking to her\nforehead in damp strands. The sudden exposure made her flinch like standing\nnaked under stadium lights.
\nRoland laughed, pressing his thumb against her parted lips.
\n\"Still got some fight?\" he taunted in French, dragging the digit down ward to\ntrace the swell of her breast. Behind her, Molly Hensen, red hair catching the\ndim light twisted Lark’s tiny wrist until the younger heroine gasped. Her own\nmask fluttered to the ground, revealing wide, terrified eyes.
\nThe \"rape beds\" weren’t beds at all...just steel-framed cots!
\nThe length and width of a queen sized mattress with leather restraints bolted to\neach corner, the surfaces stained dark with things Teen Shadow didn’t want to\nidentify. Gallant Girl hit the metal first, her muscular body arching as Queen\nPin personally buckled the cuff around her left ankle. The older woman hummed,\nrunning a lacquered nail along the inside of Gallant Girl’s thigh.
\n\"Muscles won’t help you now,\" she murmured before yanking the restraint tight\nenough to bruise. Teen Shadow tasted bile as two thugs hauled her onto the\nadjacent cot, her bare back scraping against cold metal.
\nThe rope bit into her wrists instantly, the rough edges catching on skin still\ntender from earlier ropes.Lark’s cot was a little bit smaller the frame adjusted\nfor her petite frame. Molly Hensen straddled her hips, smirk widening as she\nsecured the girl’s wrists above her head.
\n\"Bet you've never been tied up like this before,\" Molly whispered, her breath\nhot against Lark’s neck. The riding crop traced a slow line from Lark’s\ncollarbone to her nipple, lingering just long enough to make the girl whimper.
\nTeen Shadow twisted against the restraints, her legs now splayed wide, leather\nstraps securing her ankles with terrifying efficiency. Roland’s shadow loomed\nover her, his thick fingers already tracing the curve of her hip Molly Hensen\nstrolled in, doing her make up..
\nThe cots groaned under the heroines' weight as Queen Pin's men secured the final\nstraps leather biting into flesh with the precision of practiced cruelty. Teen\nShadow's breath came in short, sharp bursts, her ribs expanding against\nrestraints that left no room for struggle.
\nThe cold metal beneath her bare skin leached warmth like a living thing, and the\nscent of bleach barely masked something older, fouler beneath. To her left,\nGallant Girl's muscles stood in stark relief as she tested the bonds, her jaw\nclenched tight enough to crack teeth. But the straps held—engineered for bodies\nstronger than hers.
\nThe Heroines looked about the room in horror!
\nThere was at least 30 beds!
\nShe wonders about who would be on those beds?
\nHer heart dropped in her chest, Would they use their white slaves? The cots\nstretched endlessly in the dim, flickering light row after row of stained metal\nframes, their leather restraints dangling like dead limbs waiting to be\nanimated.
\nTeen Shadow’s breath hitched as Roland’s calloused fingers traced
\nthe inside of her thigh, his laughter thick with thick, happy anticipation.\n\"Thirty beds,\" he mused in that accented growl,
\n\"and only three heroines.\" His thumb pressed into the soft flesh just below her\nhipbone, a preview of the bruises to come. \"Guess we’ll have to share.\"He walked\naway, retreating as Molly Hensen walked in with her electronic pad.
\n\"They’re gonna charge twenty bucks to Fuck those hot Pussies of yours,\" Molly\nHensen explains., leaning over the foot of Teen Shadow’s bed. Her red hair fell\nforward as she smirked, tracing a finger along the inside of Brandi’s thigh.\n\"Hope you’re on the pill, because these guys don't wear Condoms and don't give a\nshit or not if the knock you up or Not!\".\"
\nBrandi's wrists burned against the leather cuffs securing her to the bed frame.\nHer 32D breasts ached from Roland sucking them for two hours. had attached\nearlier, Across the room, Gallant Girl groaned as Roland Thibodeaux climbed onto\nher bed, his massive frame making the springs creak.
\nOver by the door, Manuel Torres was counting cash, his gaze
\nlingering on Lark’s small, trembling body. The card reader beeped again, A\nnother twenty minutes paid. Brandi clenched her teeth. Climbing on top of her\nwas a man she caught kidnapping and
\nraping children. The sight of him disgust her.
\n\"You bastard! She said, pulling at her restraints, but it was futile.
\nShut Up Over there!! Torres yells, the man paid for 20 minutes of
\nYour Pussy and he is gonna get Pussy!\"
\nAcross the room, Gallant Girl hissed as Scar twisted her nipples between his\nthick fingers. \"This is what happens when you put me in jail for six months!\" He\nsaid looking over at Brandi. I am gonna Fuck your babe friend from Capital City,\nhe growled before slapping Melissa's 30D breasts hard enough to leave red welts.\nHer body jerked against the restraints, but she refused to scream.
\nBrandi's heart hammered. She could see Lark's small frame
\ntrembling two beds over, her pale skin flushed and her mouth gagged with a red\nball. A balding man with prison tattoos traced her ribs. Warden Collins, who\nshe'd exposed for taking bribes. He leaned down to whisper, \"You cost me my\npension, little bird.
\nNow you're gonna pay.\"
\nThe stench of sweat and cheap cologne clung to the humid air.
\nBrandi twisted her wrists against the cuffs, leather digging into raw flesh. The\ncard reader at her bed beeped...another sales transaction.
\nA hand clamped on her thigh, calloused fingers spreading her wider.
\na voice slithered into her ear, his breath hot with whiskey. His thumb rubbed\nslow circles on her inner thigh.
\nNearby, Gallant Girl snarled as a big man's bulk shadowed her bed,
\nhis laughter was thick. \"Hey! He sneered\" You got some big Titties!!\" He\nchuckled, pinching her nipple until she gasped. \"Hey! Rollins Yelled. You want\nthat Pussy...you pay for it!!\" \"
\nHe pulls out his credit card \"Can I have her for an Hour?
\n\"$60.00 Bucks! Rollins answers.A towering man with a spiderweb tattoo across his\nshoulders dragged his knuckles down her stomach, laughing when she snarled at\nhim. \"Oh, I missed that fire,\" he chuckles before slapping her hard enough to\nsnap her head to the side. \"Six months in County because of you, bitch.
\nNow you're just another hole! and you can't do anything about it!\" Brandi's\nbreath hitched as fingers dug into her hips as some one new climbed onto the\nbed. She didn't recognize him, but the way his eyes gleamed told her everything.\nAnother enemy, another payback.
\nHe smelled like motor oil and stale cigarettes. \"Heard you like burning places\ndown,\" he rasped, dragging a switchblade along her ribs. Not deep enough to cut,\njust enough to make her flinch. \"Maybe I'll return the favor.\"
\nBeside her, Lark whimpered as Warden Collins straddled her, his
\nthick fingers squeezing her tiny breasts. \"Bet Batgirl never let you get\ncaptured like this,\" he taunted, grinding against her. The bed beneath Lark\ncreaked under his weight, the sound drowned out by the rhythmic slap of flesh\nand the hum of neon buzzing overhead. Brandi turned her head just enough to\ncatch Lark's wide, terrified eyes—no gloves, no way to use her power.
\nGallant Girl's gasped! at her next client. He was easily 7 feet and 300 plus\npounds . His cock was at least 15 inches long, Thick as a small table leg and\nfully erect! She tried to close her legs, But her rope kept her wide!..Brandi\ngritted teeth as her new client climbed onto her bed.
\nHis hands grabbed her hips, pulling her roughly against him.
\nThe scent of motor oil and sweat filled her nostrils as he positioned himself.\nShe could feel his arousal pressing against her thigh, hot and insistent. \"You\nburned down my brother's warehouse,\" he growled, fingers digging into her flesh.\n\"Now, you're gonna pay for it.\"
\nAcross the room, Gallant Girl let out a muffled scream as the
\ntowering man forced himself inside her.The bed groaned under his weight, the\nsound mingling with the wet slap of skin on skin. Tears streaked Melissa’s face,\nbut she refused to beg. Two men stop at Lark's Bed and read out load, the info\non her card.
\n\"Lark, heroine from Gotham City, Known to be 18 yeas old, sculpted ass! Tight\npussy (Was) a virgin 1 week ago. blonde hair & pubic.\"Aint got much on Titties!\nThe other man chuckles. \"Says she's 18B! The other man read. sign say $20 to\nfuck her?
\nBrandi could hear a voice over a PA .Special discount on the little bird!\nHalf-price for virgins!\" The men laughed, but Brandi's stomach twisted. Lark's\nwhimper cut through the noise, high and desperate.
\nWarden Collins grinned down at Lark, his yellowed teeth glinting under the\nfluorescent lights. \"You hear that, little bird? Half-price means I get to go\ntwice.\" He slapped her thigh and called out, \"Two turns for twenty!\" The card\nreader chirped its approval.
\nBrandi arched against her restraints as the switchblade-wielding client pressed\ncloser, his hips grinding against hers. The neon sign outside buzzed like a\ntrapped fly, casting sickly pink light over the rows of occupied beds.
\n\"Special discount on the little bird!\" The PA crackled again.
\nBrandi's breath caught as the switchblade-wielding man pressed
\nthe cold steel against her inner thigh, his other hand gripping her left breast\nroughly. Across the room, Gallant Girl's muscular frame trembled as the\n7-foot-tall inmate withdrew, only to slam back into her with enough force to\nmake the bed frame shriek.
\nThe scent of sex and sweat thickened the humid air, mixing
\nwith the metallic tang of blood from split lips and torn restraints.
\nThe PA system crackled again, an older woman's raspy voice slicing through the\nmoans and creaking beds. \"Fresh meat just arrived!
\nSpecial offer—double your time if you bring friends!\"
\nA chorus of rough laughter erupted near the entrance as three
\nmore men swaggered in, their eyes locking onto Lark's trembling form. Warden\nCollins licked his cracked lips, fingers tightening around her tiny breasts.\n\"Gonna make you sing, little bird,\" he growled before chewing on her nipples,\nleaving angry red marks.
\nBrandi’s thighs burned as her latest client. A wiry ex-con with a
\njagged scar across his collarbone dragged his calloused palms up her inner\nthighs. \"Remember me, Shadow? he hissed, tracing the switchblade along her\nhipbone. You kicked me off a fire escape last summer. Broke three ribs.\"
\nThe blade tip pricked her skin, a bead of blood welling up. His breath smelled\nof stale beer and nicotine as he leaned down, teeth grazing her earlobe.\nTonight, I break you.\"
\nThe PA system announces fresh arrivals, drawing more men
\ntoward Lark. Now subjected to Warden Collins' cruel attentions as
\nthe environment deteriorates further into a cacophony of suffering, vengeance,\nand commodified brutality. Across the room, Gallant
\nGirl’s grunt turned into a choked scream as the 7-foot inmate lifted
\nher hips off the mattress, driving deeper.
\nSweat gleamed on her toned abs, her muscles straining against
\nthe ropes. The bed’s metal frame groaned like a dying animal Lark’s whimpers\nhitched higher as Warden Collins’ fingers dug into her thighs. “Still got that\nBat girl attitude?” His laughter was a wheezing rattle as he leaned down, his\ntongue leaving a wet trail up her ribs. The neon sign outside flickered,\npainting her tear-streaked face in garish pink light.
\nBrandi barely had time to register the sting of the switchblade
\nbefore the wiry ex-con slammed into her, his hips pistoning with rough, jagged\nthrusts. Her wrists twisted in the cuffs, leather biting into already raw flesh.\nThe scent of his sweat—sour with prison stench clung to her nostrils. “You,” She\ngritted her teeth as his fingers twisted in her short blonde hair. “should’ve\nleft me in County.”
\nHis breath was hot against her ear, uneven and panting.
\nThe card reader on her bed beeped again—another twenty minutes.
\nLark’s choked cry cut through the humid air. The Warden had her flipped onto her\nstomach.,His thick fingers spreading her cheeks
\napart. “Batgirl ain’t walking through that door,” he sneered, spitting into his\npalm before rubbing it between her thighs.
\nThe neon light glinted off the silver handcuffs securing her wrists
\nto the bedposts. A balding man with prison tattoos—someone Brandi vaguely\nrecognized from a drug bust...stepped up behind the Warden, grinning as he\nunzipped his pants. “Double-team discount?”
\nGallant Girl’s muscles flexed, her powerful legs straining against the spreader\nbar as the 7-foot inmate braced his hands on her hips. Blood trickled from her\nbitten lip. “You’re—ah! gonna regret this,” she hissed, but the inmate just\nlaughed, his thrusts shook the bedframe.
\n“Regret’s for people with futures,” he growled, yanking her head back by her\ndark hair. Across the room, Warden Collins drove into Lark with a wet slap, his\nbelly pressing against her bruised back.
\nThe little heroine’s fingers clawed at the sheets, her tear-streaked face buried\nin the mattress. The balding man behind Collins fumbled with his belt buckle,\nhis breath ragged. “Hold her still,” he panted, spitting into his palm before\nguiding himself toward Lark’s trembling body.
\nBrandi’s vision blurred as the wiry ex-con’s thrusts grew
\nerratic, his switchblade still pressed against her ribs. The card reader\nbeeped...another twenty minutes. But he didn’t stop, his grunts turning into\nragged growls. “That’s right,” he hissed, fingers tightening in her hair. “Take\nit, Shadow.” The stink of his prison tattoos filled her nostrils, the ink\nblurred by sweat and old scars.
\nLark’s bed creaked violently as the balding man shoved Warden Collins aside, his\nthick fingers gripping her hips. “My turn,” he slurred, lining himself up with\nher trembling body. The neon light flickered, catching the tear tracks on her\ncheeks. Collins chuckled, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Hold her\ntight, boys...little bird’s got fight left.”
\nGallant Girl’s breath came in sharp gasps as the 7-foot inmate’s thrusts turned\nbrutal, his calloused hands leaving bruises on her thighs. The spreader bar\nrattled against her ankles, the metal biting into her skin. She craned her neck,\ncatching Brandi’s eye across the room—silent, furious. A message passed between\nthem, unspoken but clear. Hold on!
\nLark’s tiny frame convulsed as the balding man drove into her,
\nhis gut pressing against her bruised back. The neon sign flickered again,\ncasting jagged shadows over the scars crisscrossing his shoulders trophies from\nprison shiv fights.
\n“Batgirl’s not comin’,” he slurred, spit dangling from his chin.
\nHis fingers dug into Lark’s hips, lifting her slightly to angle deeper.
\nHer muffled scream dissolved into a whimper when he chuckled.
\n“Yeah, you feel that, birdie?”Across the room.
\nGallant Girl’s dark hair stuck to her sweating forehead as the 7-foot inmate\nbraced one massive hand on the headboard. The bed groaned under their combined\nweight, screws threatening to shear.
\n“Still got that hero stamina?” he taunted, slamming into her hard enough to make\nher toned abs flex involuntarily. Blood welled where her teeth had split her\nlip. The inmate grinned, running a thick tongue over his gold-capped incisor.\n“Good. Means you’ll last.”
\nThe PA crackled again... raspy voice slithering through the moans
\nand creaking springs. “Five-minute warning for Slot C! Who wants next dibs on\nGotham’s little songbird?” Near Lark’s bed, a wiry carjacker Brandi had put away\nlast fall elbowed past the Warden, fishing crumpled bills from his jeans.
\nHis knuckles were tattooed with ‘GRIP IT’!
\nShe remembered breaking two of those fingers during the arrest.
\nNow they trailed down Lark’s trembling spine, pausing to squeeze her ass cheeks.\n“Ain’t so tough without Bat girl holdin’ your hand, huh?”
\n\"I wouldn't say that! Woman's voice arose from the entryway.
\nOh...No! Collins panicked. Batgirl!!
\nGet her!! He yelled
\nThe flickering neon sign outside buzzed louder as Bat girl's
\nsilhouette filled the doorway, her cape billowing like a living shadow. For a\nheartbeat, the entire room froze—even the rhythmic slap of flesh against flesh\nstuttered to a stop. Then chaos erupted as twenty hardened criminals abandoned\ntheir screaming captives and rushed her in a wave of prison tattoos and bared\nteeth.
\nBatgirl's first kick shattered a meth dealer's jaw, her elbow
\ncrunching into a carjacker's nose in the same motion. She moved like liquid\nshadow, flipping a white slaver over her hip before driving a knee into his\ngroin. The air filled with the wet crack of cartilage and the stench of\nfear-sweat.
\nNear Lark's bed, Warden Collins backpedaled so fast he tripped over his own\npants around his ankles.The neon light buzzed erratically as Batgirl's escrima\nsticks flashed—another two men dropped, clutching shattered kneecaps. She\npivoted, cape swirling, just in time to catch Gallant Girl's agonized stare\nacross the room.
\nThe 7-foot inmate had withdrawn from Melissa's battered body, his monstrous\nerection glistening under the pink lights as he reached for a length of chain.\nDown!\" Bat girl barked—too late. The chain whipped through the are for her leg,\nbut missed. She smashes a man in the nose.The neon sign's buzz rose to a scream\nas bodies surged forward. Bat girl's escrima sticks became blurs, cracking ribs\nand shattering fingers, but the tide of convicts kept coming.
\nA meaty fist almost clipped her temple.She ducked, The 7-foot inmate was now\nface to face with her. Ballgirls escrima stick cracked across his temple—once,\ntwice—before his knees buckled.
\nThe towering inmate swayed, blood dripping from his split brow, Lark writhed\nagainst her restraints, trying to get into the fight. \"Hold on! Bat girl\nresponds, looking over her shoulder, I'm coming for you guys!\"
\nThese Bastards won't get away with Rape, without paying the Piper!\"
\nBat girl took out three other men with kick and punches.
\nBy the time the time she dropped the the 20th goon, almost the whole club lay\nquiet. She skidded to a halt beside Lark's bed, fingers already working at the\ncuffs. \"Almost got you Hun!\" Bat girl reassure Lark.
\nLark's restraints popped free just as a meaty hand clamped
\naround Bat girl's throat from behind. Her escrima sticks clattered to the floor\nas the remaining men surged forward...twenty hands grab her and hold her secure.\nLark rolls off the Bed and raises her Fists. Butt naked, She side-kicks a man in\nthe back, he smashes into a table Rookie Mistake...she should have raced over to\nfree Melissa and Brandi.
\nBat girl's cape tore at the seams as four tattooed arms wrenched
\nit sideways. Someone's belt looped around her wrists. Too tight, too fast—and\nsuddenly her boots left the ground as she was hoisted onto an empty bed. The\nneon buzzed like a dying wasp overhead, painting her pale thighs in garish light\nas they forced her legs apart.
\n\"Spread her!\" someone panted, and cold metal clicked around her ankles.Lark\nlunged—barefoot, bleeding—but a thick forearm caught her across the throat. She\ngagged, fingers scrabbling for skin contact, but the serum wouldn't work. 12\nhours, must be up? She reasoned.
\nBat girl's escrima sticks rolled under a bed as they forced her
\nonto the filthy mattress. Hands came from everywhere! Her boots were removed.\nand men jerked off her costume. In seconds, she was totally naked. A man apiece,\ngrabbed a limb and pulls them near a bed rail, and tie her wrists & ankles to\nthem
\nThe spreader bar snapped shut around her ankles with a click
\nthat echoed louder than gunfire. Brandi strained against her cuffs latex\nsqueaking against sweat-slick metal, watching Bat girl's toned abdomen flex as\nthey pinned her wrists above her head.
\nNow spread-eagled, and every stitch of clothing, and under garments, ripped\naway, Barbara Thrashed about wildly in her restraints, causing her 34E Breasts\nto bob from side to side .She was desperate! But, all her struggling did\nwas...make their Cocks rock hard!
\nShe heard a man yell above the din \"Bat girl's tits are Extra Large!
\nThe crowd roared with laughter. Another man yelled Bet her pussy's tighter than\na bank vault!\" Barbara's heart pounded. The stench of very stale beer and sweat\nthickened as fingers traced her inner thighs.
\nA carjacker she'd put away last year—knuckles tattooed with
\n'GRIP IT' leered down at her. \"Remember me, Bat bitch?\" His calloused thumb\npressed against her clit, rough enough to make her hips jerk involuntarily. The\ncard reader on her headboard beeped. Twenty dollars deposited. Across the room,\nBrandi's breath hitched as ropes bit into her raw wrists. The wiry arsonist from\nher first bust knelt between her thighs, his jagged teeth grazing her hipbone.
\n\"Twenty-seven months in Black gate, he growled, calloused fingers parting her\nfolds roughly.\"For you! His thrust was a punishment. No rhythm, just jagged\nhate. Neon light striped her bouncing breasts pink as he pistoned inside her,\nthe card reader tallying another twenty minutes. Bat girl's muffled scream tore\nthrough the humid air.
\nThe tattooed carjacker had his Cock deep in her Pussy. his thick fingers\nknotting in her long red hair. \"Hold still, Bat bitch,\" he grunted, pounding\nharder into her. Her escrima sticks lay just beyond reach. Close enough to\ntaunt, too far to save her.
\nA Lanky arsonist with a burn scar across his collarbone smirked
\ndown at Teen Shadow, his calloused hands kneading her breasts like dough.\n\"Remember Torching my meth lab?\" His thrusts were punctua tion marks, each one\njamming into her Pussy Pushing her further up the mattress.
\nGallant Girl's muscles strained against the ropes as the 7-foot
\ninmate finally entered her again slow this time, savoring her choked gasp.\n\"Heroes break same as anyone,\" he rumbled, twisting her nipples between his\nsausage-thick fingers. The bed groaned under their combined weight, its rusted\nsprings singing a dirge.
\nLark's tiny frame convulsed as the tattooed carjacker switched to
\nher ass without warning, his breath hot against her ear. \"Grip it,\" he mocked,\nslamming his tattooed knuckles against her hipbone with each thrust. The neon\nsign's buzz synchronized with the wet slap of flesh—pink light catching the\ntears dripping onto the pricing card below her face: Bat girl's Sidekick - $15\nSpecial.
\nBat girl's thighs trembled as three men took turns mounting her,
\nA meth dealer Brandi recognized spat on his palm before forcing two fingers into\nBat girl's Pussy. Another Man shoved his large hard Cock down her throat. Her\ngagging breaths came in short bursts, mascara-streaked tears glistening under\nthe flickering lights.
\nThe card reader chimed again. Another twenty from someone queuing up behind the\nman currently railing her pussy. Lark Twisted in her Spread-eagled hell! Being\nslammed into her Pussy. Her tits bounced wildly, her tiny body jolted with each\nbrutal thrust. The neon sign's buzz synchronized with the wet smacks of flesh\nagainst flesh, the air thick with musk and spilled beer. Gallant Girl's powerful\nlegs strained against the ropes on her ankles .
\nHer large 34 D Tits shook hard as she struggled in her restraints the 7-foot\ninmate loomed over her with his giant pulsing Cock. He laughs, sliding his cock\nbetween he breasts. Bat Girl's thighs trembled as the tattooed carjacker\nwithdrew from her pussy, only for another man.
\nThis one reeking of gasoline and prison sweat. To thrust inside with
\nout hesitation. Her back arched involuntarily, her toned abs flexing as her body\nbetrayed her. The neon light buzzed louder, casting garish pink stripes across\nher heaving breasts and the saliva glistening between her thighs. Someone\ngrabbed a fistful of her red hair, yanking her head back to expose her throat.\n\"Bat bitch owes me sixty seconds from last time,\" a meth cook panted, pressing\nthe tip of his cock against her lips.
\nThe card reader chimed again—like a cash register tallying her degradation.\n\"From her hiding place behind some boxes in a small room, Centra City's newest\nHeroine, calculated how she could help the 4 Bound heroines? She was watching\nthrough a small crack in the wall. She had been spying on the Titty Twister for\n3 weeks, trying to find a way to shut it down. She had followed Bat girl's trail\nto this location. She had remained hidden, afraid she would be captured too. But\nshe was afraid no longer.
\nMaria Tori Cortex slipped from the shadows like a whisper.
\nShe inhaled sharply through her nose, smelling rancid sweat, stale beer, and\nrancid sex. She controlled her breathing, steadying her nerves. Every man in\nthere had raped her mother, and would rape her too if she got caught? Maria\nadjusted the black mask of her M/S X costume.
\nShe couldn't count how many men crowded the neon-lit room. Too many! But she saw\npatterns...weaknesses, her photographic memory analyzing guard rotations, blind\nspots, clustered weapons. Bat girl's discarded escrima sticks glinted under a\nbed six feet away. Maria's fingers flexed. She'd trained with broomsticks,\nmimicking TV footage
\nof Bat girl's movements precisely. His stench hit her first!
\nSemen and sweat layered over bleach. A meth cook staggered past
\nher hiding spot, adjusting his pants while another man took his place between\nGallant Girl's spread thighs. Maria's gut twisted seeing Melissa's muscular\nbody...once so powerful in their training sessions...now limp with exhaustion,\nher blue spandex ripped away, ropes biting into her wrists as the seventh inmate\nthis hour mounted her.Maria's fingers trembled as she watched a carjacker.
\nThe same one who'd put three girls in the hospital last year, now plunged into\nBat girl's Pussy! Barbara's head thrashed side to side, her red hair matted with\nsweat against the stained mattress, her 34D breasts bouncing violently with each\nthrust. The neon light flickered overhead, catching the tear tracks cutting\nthrough the smeared makeup on her face. Maria's nostrils flared—semen, blood,\nand the
\nacrid tang of fear hung thick in the air.
\nTo her left, Lark's tiny frame jerked like a broken doll as a meth dealer with\nprison tattoos hammered into her from behind, his fingers digging bruises into\nher hips. The pricing card above her bed flashed SIDEKICK SPECIAL - 15$ in\ngarish pink letters. Maria's jaw tightened. She'd seen Lark flip a 200-pound\nenforcer during their rooftop chase last month. Now those same toned legs\ntrembled helplessly, spread wide by cold steel bars.
\nBat girl's scream cut through the cacophony as two men switched positions—one\nwithdrawing from her pussy, the other immediately forcing his cock down her\nthroat. Her escrima sticks rolled under the bed just inches from Maria's hiding\nspot, their polished wood reflecting the flickering neon. The arsonist kneeling\nbetween Brandi's thighs laughed, his jagged teeth scraping her nipple. \"Hero\ntits taste like justice,\" he slurred, . The pricing card above her bed flashed\nVIGILANTE VIP - $25/15min as another convict swiped his card.
\nMaria's pulse hammered against her ribs.
\nThe meth cook's limp cock still dripping onto Bat girl's thigh, the carjacker\nwiping sweat from Lark's pricing card, the way Gallant Girl's toned arms\nstrained against fraying ropes. Her photographic memory mapped every detail: the\nrusted bed springs singing under weight, the sticky floorboards squeaking with\nshifting feet, the single fire exit blocked by a grinning bouncer fondling\nhimself as he watched.
\nShe moved like a shadow between stacked beer crates, not even disturbing the\ndust. Bat girl's discarded escrima stick felt cold in her palm. Maria tested its\nweight with a silent wrist flick. The motion was perfect. She'd practiced it six\nhundred forty-seven times in her basement after studying news footage frame by\nframe.
\nLark's whimper sliced through the rhythmic grunting.
\nHer tiny body arched as another convict mounted her, his prison tattoos\nglistening under the flickering neon. Maria's nostrils flared. That particular\nscumbag...knife scar across his left eyebrow, had broken a twelve-year-old's\nfemur during a botched carjacking last summer. She'd memorized his mugshot from\nTeen Shadow's case files.
\nBat girl's thighs trembled violently as two men switched positions. One\nwithdrawing from her pussy, the other forcing her head sideways onto a meth\ncook's erection. Maria zeroed in on the escrima stick's position. Three steps\npast the sobbing brunette getting finger-fucked by a grinning arsonist. Four\nmore beyond the bouncer who'd just swiped his card for \"Bat bitch throat\nspecial.\"
\nMaria lunged. Not towards Bat girl... but for the fire alarm.
\nHer small frame blurred past a meth cook still buckling his belt.
\nHis glazed eyes missing the flicker of movement entirely. The alarm’s pull\nhandle snapped down under her palm with a satisfying crack, triggering strobes\nthat turned the orgy into a stuttering nightmare.
\nMen froze mid-thrust, their sweat-slick faces flashing
\nred-white-red as the siren’s wail drowned out groans and wet slaps.
\nbat girl's body went rigid beneath her latest attacker. Not from pain, but\nrecognition. Her swollen lips parted around a gasp as she spotted Maria darting\nbetween beds. The escrima stick in the girl’s hand wasn’t just held correctly,\nit was held Exactly as Barbara herself would, right down to the 15-degree wrist\ntilt. Even spread-eagled and streaked with semen, the detective in her noted the\nprecision.
\nThe fire alarm’s strobe made everything move in freeze-frames:.
\nA meth cook pulling out of Brandi’s pussy, his slack jaw illuminated red. The\ntattooed carjacker halfway through swiping his card for Lark’s ass, fingers\nfrozen midair. Gallant Girl’s head lolling toward the sound, her muscular thighs\ntwitching where they were lashed to the bed posts. Maria didn’t wait for chaos\nto settle.
\nShe dropped into a roll and came up swinging Bat girl’s escrima\nstick—crack—directly into the arsonist’s trachea as he fumbled with his pants.\nHis gurgle was lost under the siren, but the spray of blood across Brandi’s\nstomach wasn’t. Gallant Girl’s eyes snapped open when Maria’s small hands yanked\nat her ankle restraints. The ropes gave way with a twang—old hemp fibers frayed\nby hours of Melissa’s thrashing about, in her restraints..
\nFreeing her wrists took three seconds. Maria tossed her the
\nsecond escrima stick. \"Left guard, low stance,\" she hissed. Muscle memory kicked\nin; Gallant Girl caught it mid-air, her fingers curling around polished wood\nstill warm from Bat girl’s grip.
\nThe meth dealer mounting Lark never saw the escrima coming.
\nIt caved his temple in with a wet crunch. He toppled sideways, his Cock still\ntwitching, semen splattering across the pricing card. Maria already moving,\nsnatched Lark’s discarded glove from the floor. The tiny sidekick’s fingers\ntrembled as she fumbled it on. The serum wouldn’t work yet, not with adrenaline\nflooding her veins, but the sight of it made the next attacker hesitate just\nlong enough to catch Gallant Girl’s elbow in his teeth.
\nThe bouncer was first to recover, his ham-sized fist swinging . Maria ducked,\nletting momentum carry her under his arm. Her escrima stick cracked upward into\nhis armpit. Nerve clusters didn’t care about size. He howled, clutching his\ndeadened arm as Gallant Girl’s right hook sent him crashing through a rack of\nliquor bottles.
\nBat girl’s thighs snapped shut the instant her wrists came free.
\nThe meth cook still balls-deep in her found himself flipped onto his back, her\nknee driving into his trachea with surgical precision. His gurgle was lost in\nthe strobe-lit chaos. She didn’t waste time covering herself She just stepped up\nand smashed her fist into the jaw of the closest Goon.
\nMaria darted beneath a swinging bottle, her small frame slipping between two\narsonists mid-swing. The escrima stick whirled in her\nhand—crack-crack—striking pressure points with clinical efficiency. One man\ncollapsed clutching his groin! The other screamed when she shattered his\nkneecap.
\nBat girl’s training manuals had mentioned these strikes, but Maria executed them\nwith eerie perfection, as if she’d been studying under a Master for years.\nGallant Girl surged forward, her muscular thighs streaked with semen and sweat,\nbut her punches still carried the force of a freight train. She drove her knee\ninto a carjacker’s ribs.
\nSnap—the sound barely audible over the wailing alarm.
\nLark rolled off the stained mattress, her tiny body trembling, but
\nher gloved fingers already reaching for the nearest attacker’s throat. The serum\nwouldn’t work yet—not with her pulse racing—but the sight of her bare hand made\na meth dealer stumble backward into Bat girl’s waiting elbow. Maria spun past\nthem, her small frame weaving between beds like smoke. Her photographic memory\ntracked every movement, the way Brandi’s thighs shook as she kicked free of her\nrestraints, the way Bat girl’s red hair clung to her sweat-slicked back as she\ntwisted a rapist’s wrist until it popped.
\nThe escrima stick flashed in Maria’s hand....cracking against a bouncer’s\nkneecap with pinpoint accuracy. He bellowed, crashing into a rack of whips and\nchains. Gallant Girl roared, her muscular body streaked with blood and sweat as\nshe flipped a mattress onto two attackers. Lark, still trembling, snatched a\ndiscarded pricing card and slashed it across a carjacker’s eyes. Bat girl moved\nlike vengeance itself, her strikes brutal...no flair, no wasted motion. A meth\ndealer’s nose exploded under her fist.
\nMaria saw it first—the flicker of movement behind Brandi.
\nThree men, fresh from the back rooms, wielding cattle prods. Teen Shadow sensed\nit too, pivoting—but too late. Electricity arced. Brandi’s scream was swallowed\nby the siren as her naked body convulsed, collapsing onto the sticky floor.\nLark’s glove was halfway off when the whip cracked across her knuckles.
\nA carjacker—missing two fingers from their last encounter.
\nHe grinned, conching leather restraints around her ankles. \"Try that trick\nagain, little bird,\" he hissed, spitting on her bare stomach.
\nBat girl’s thighs trembled violently as another convict mounted her. this one\nreeked of gasoline and burnt rubber, his calloused fingers digging into her\nhips. Neon lights flickered overhead, catching the sweat glistening between her\nheaving breasts. The pricing card above her bed blinked. HEROINE HOLE -\n$30/15min A line formed behind the arsonist currently pistoning into her.
\nGallant Girl’s ropes groaned under her thrashing, the hemp fibers fraying from\nhours of resistance. Across the room, Lark’s tiny body jerked with each thrust\nfrom the carjacker pinning her down. His missing fingers a grim souvenir from\ntheir last encounter. The scent
\nof semen and bleach clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fresh\nblood where restraints had bitten too deep.
\nBat girl’s thighs trembled violently, slick with sweat and other
\nfluids as another convict mounted her. Neon lights strobed overhead, catching\nthe way her red hair stuck to her heaving chest. The pricing card above her bed\nflickered: HEROINE HOLE - $30/15min. A line of men waited their turn, their\neyes hungry, fists clenched around crumpled bills.
\nGallant Girl’s ropes groaned under her thrashing, the hemp fibers fraying from\nhours of resistance. Across the room, Lark’s tiny body jerked with each thrust\nfrom the carjacker pinning her down—his missing fingers a grim souvenir from\ntheir last encounter.
\nThe scent of semen and bleach clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of\nfresh blood where restraints had bitten too deep. Bat girl’s thighs trembled\nviolently, slick with sweat and other fluids as another convict mounted her.\nNeon lights strobed overhead, catching the way her red hair stuck to her heaving\nchest.
\nThe pricing card above her bed flickered:
\nHEROINE HOLE - $30/15min. A line of men waited their turn, their eyes hungry,\nfists clenched around crumpled bills.Gallant Girl’s ropes groaned under her\nthrashing, the hemp fibers fraying from hours of resistance. Across the room,\nLark’s tiny body jerked with each thrust from the carjacker pinning her down.\nHis missing fingers a grim souvenir from their last encounter. The scent of\nsemen and bleach clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of fresh blood\nwhere restraints had bitten too deep.
\nBat girl’s thighs trembled violently, slick with sweat and other fluids as\nanother convict mounted her. Neon lights strobes overhead, catching the way her\nred hair stuck to her heaving chest. The pricing card above her bed flickered:\nHEROINE HOLE - $30/15min.
\nJust then 10 other men enter the club.
\nMaria knew she was too late.
\nThe fresh wave of attackers, Reeking of stale cigarettes and prison sweat poured\nthrough the brothel's back entrance like a tide of hungry rats. Their eyes\nlocked onto the naked heroines still bound to their beds, their expressions\npredatory as they fumbled for wallets and zippers. The pricing cards fluttered\nmockingly above each bed.
\nThe first convicts lined up behind Bat girl's trembling thighs.
\nBat girl's muscles bunched violently as she bucked against her restraints, her\nsweat-slicked body twisting just enough to slam
\nher knee into a rapist's jaw. His teeth shattered against her kneecap with a wet\ncrack, but three more men piled onto her before he hit the floor. Hands clawed\nat her thighs, spreading them wider as a bank robber...One she'd hospitalized\nlast year, leered down at her.
\n\"Miss me, Red?\" he growled, his calloused fingers digging into
\nher hips as he mounted her without preamble. Neon lights strobed overhead,\nilluminating the way her red hair whipped side to side as she thrashed.Across\nthe room, Gallant Girl's restraints groaned under her violent convulsions, the\nropes fraying but holding as a carjacker with a barbed-wire tattoo punched her\nribs.
\n\"Shoulda stayed in Grand Capital, bitch,\" he spat, slamming her thighs apart\nwith his knee. Lark's tiny frame jerked like a broken marionette beneath an\narsonist twice her size, her whimpers drowned out by the slap of flesh on flesh.\nThe pricing card above her bed.
\n*SIDEKICK SPECIAL - $15/30min fluttered mockingly with each thrust. Teen\nShadow's wrists bled where the zip-ties sawed into her skin, her combat-honed\nmuscles straining against five separate attackers.
\nOne chuckled against her neck, his breath reeking of prison hooch as he\nwhispered,. His calloused hands groped her breasts roughly before another\nconvict shoved him aside, unbuckling his belt with yellowed teeth. he card above\nher...
\n—VIGILANTE VAG - $25/15min—was already smeared with fingerprints from eager\ncustomers. Across the aisle, Batgirl's thighs trembled violently as three men\npinned her spread eagled to the mattress. Her red hair stuck to her\nsweat-slicked back where another rapist had ejaculated moments before.
\nNeon lights flickered over the fresh semen glazing her toned
\nstomach as a bank robber she'd once humili ated mounted her with a grunt. \"She\ngasped when some one held pliers to her nipple.
\n\"Remember me, Red?\" he growled, his swollen cock head
\npressing against her battered entrance. The pricing card above her bed —HEROINE\nHOLE - $25/15min—fluttered under the ceiling fan's stale breeze as the line\nbehind him shifted impatiently. Batgirl bucked violently when his hips slammed\nforward, her sweat-slicked thighs straining against the leather cuffs.
\nNeon signs flickered across his prison tattoos a crude bat symbol crossed out\nbeneath barbed wire—as he pistoned into her with the rhythm of someone who'd\nwaited years for this. Her teeth bared as another man leaned down to squeeze her\nleft breast, his fingers digging into flesh still bruised from earlier assaults.\nAcross the aisle, Gallant Girl's muscular body arched off the mattress when a\ncarjacker drove into her without preamble.
\nThe pricing card above her headboard.
\nHEROINE HOLE -$20/20min—swung wildly with each thrust.
\nShe'd already broken one attacker's nose with a headbutt, but the next three had\nlearned, pinning her legs wide with practiced efficiency.
\nMaria is captured and brought inside in costume and bound with her wrists, tied\nbehind her back. Bat girl watched through sweat-matted lashes as Maria was\ndragged in, still clad in her blue spandex. though the fabric was torn at the\nthighs where rough hands had groped during the struggle.
\nThe tiny vigilante's wrists were cinched behind her back with
\nzip-ties, her legs kicking futilely as two meth cooks hauled her toward an empty\nbed. Neon lights caught the panic in Maria's wide eyes as they forced her onto\nthe stained mattress, her photographic memory no doubt cataloging every horrific\ndetail of the room the peeling wall paper, the rusted bed frames, the way\nGallant Girl's toned abdomen flexed violently against the ropes as another\nconvict mounted her.
\n\"Let her go! You Bastards!!! Gallant Girl yelled out.
\n\"She's only 16!! \" Brandi Adds, almost Pleading. \"My God!! Barbara did beg.\nPlease...She's a Virgin!!\" Maria's wrists strained against the zip-ties as they\nratcheted her ankles apart on the filthy mattress. The pricing card—VIRGIN\nVIXEN - $500/10min, was already slapped above her headboard before her first\nscream tore through the brothel.
\nNeon lights glinted off the tear rolling down Maria's cheek as a convicted\npedophile licked his lips, unbuckling his belt with shaking hands. \"Been waitin'\nfor a fresh one,\" he wheezed, his breath sour with meth as he climbed between\nher trembling thighs.
\nBat girl's spine arched off the bed when her latest attacker bit her nipple The\nsmell of sweat and semen filed the air. she snarled at Maria's captor through\ngritted teeth.
\n\"Touch her and I'll shove that belt down you....? The threat dissolved into a\nchoked gasp as another convict forced his huge hand over her Mouth and nose,\ncutting off her air while his free hand groped her abused breasts.
\nMaria's whimper cut through the brothel's humid air.
\nHigh-pitched, and terrified, as the evil pedophile traces the waistband of her\nblue spandex with a yellowed fingernail. Neon lights caught the tear tracks on\nher cheeks when he finally tore the costume down her thighs, exposing virgin\nflesh to the stench of stale cigarettes and desperation.\"
\nNo! Please!!!\" She begs, her photographic memory betraying her
\nwith perfect recall of every creaking bed spring nearby. The meth-head's\nyellowed fingernail scraped lower, tracing Maria's
\nuntouched slit through torn spandex. A collective groan rolled through the room\nas men adjusted their grips on their cocks, watching the tiny vigilante thrash.\nNeon lights caught the glint of fresh hickeys blooming across Batgirl's thighs\nwhile Gallant Girl snarled through a mouthful of someone's forearm. Across the\naisle, Lark's whimpers hitched higher as the carjacker reapplied duct tape over\nher mouth.
\n\"Quiet, side-dish,\" he chuckled, slapping her inner thigh where earlier welts\nwere still raised. The SIDEKICK SPECIAL card fluttered with each thrust from\nher newest attacker—some bank robber whose ribs Teen Shadow had cracked last\nsummer.Her nipples stood taut from the cold air conditioning, or perhaps from\nthe dozen sets of eyes raking over her bound form.Bat girl's thighs twitched\ninvoluntarily.
\nThe next man... one reeking of bourbon and motor oil drug his calloused palms up\nher inner thighs. The neon pricing display above her flickered HEROINE HOLE -\n$30/15min in garish pink as he spat on his cock head and pressed forward\nwithout ceremony. She arched violently when he sheathed himself in one brutal\nthrust, her back muscles straining against the leather restraints. Across the\naisle, Gallant Girl's guttural snarls dissolved into wet choking sounds as\nsomeone forced their cock past her clenched teeth
\nMaria's whimpers crescendoed when the meth-head finally
\nyanked her spandex down t to her ankles, exposing untouched flesh
\nto the brothel's stale air. The pricing card above her—*VIRGIN VIXEN -\n$500/5min, swung wildly as three more men lined up behind the pedophile, their\nhands already working their zippers.
\n\"Please...I've never...\" Maria's whisper was drowned out by the
\nslap of flesh against flesh from Bat girl's bed.Bat girl's thighs trembled\nviolently as the bank robber rammed himself deeper, his prison tattoos\nglistening with sweat under flickering neon.
\nShe craned her neck just enough to see Maria's tear-streaked face memorizing it\nlike she'd memorized every escape route in Gotham before another convict grabbed\nher hair and forced her mouth onto his cock. The HEROINE HOLE card flickered\nabove her as semen dripped down her chin.
\nMaria's photographic memory betrayed her...recording every detail of the\npedophile's yellowed teeth as he pried her thighs wider, the way his meth-stink\nbreath hitched when he finally touched her virgin flesh. \"Sweet little cunt,\" he\nslurred, his fingers probing where no man had before. Across the room, Gallant\nGirl's muffled roars vibrated through the mattress as two carjackers took turns\nmounting her, their belts whipping her muscular thighs purple with each thrust.
\nTeen Shadow's vision blurred—not from the zip-ties carving into
\nher wrists, but from the sudden mental snap. One moment, she was tasting blood\nfrom a rapist's split lip; the next, she stood outside The Titty Twister with\nLark adjusting her utility belt and Gallant Girl stretching her scarred\nknuckles. The memory-vision hit with brutal clarity: Lark's teasing laugh as she\nvaulted onto the fire escape, Gallant Girl's warning growl about backup plans,\nthe way Maria had nervously talked about how they were going to Kick Their\nAsses!!
\nThey were inside now, in her dream.
\nBrandi blinked, and suddenly she was standing outside
\nThe Titty Twister again—fully suited, gloved fingers flexing around her\nnunchaku. The night air smelled of rain and gasoline instead of sweat and semen.\nLark was adjusting her utility belt with that cocky smirk, completely unharmed.\nGallant Girl cracked her knuckles, her muscled shoulders rolling beneath the\nblue spandex.
\n\"Backup plan stays, Gallant Girl growled, nodding toward the alley. Maria’s in\nposition.\"Lark vaulted onto the fire escape with effortless grace, her tiny\nframe silhouetted against the neon sign. Worst case, we burn it down,\" she\nquipped, though her fingers twitched toward the gloves she'd need to remove for\nher paralysis serum to work.
\nMaria...still just a blur in Brandi's peripheral vision nervously adjusted her\nescrima sticks. \"We're really doing this?\" The memory was so vivid Brandi could\ntaste the pre-mission adrenaline, sharp as copper.
\nNext, She was standing, Melissa and Lark too. Their hands tied behind their\nbacks, The men telling them what was their fate.
\nShe blinked again, and she was back again, The men laughing at
\nher as she struggled to free herself. She was so confused...Was she dreaming?\nWas this real? Was she hallucinating?
\nBrandi's naked body jerked against the restraints as another
\nfaceless attacker buried himself inside her. The stench of sweat and cheap\ncologne filled her nostrils, but her mind was elsewhere trapped between the\nbrothel's nightmare and the crisp memory of standing outside with her friends,\nuntouched, unbroken.
\nThe conflicting realities made her skull throb.
\nLark's muffled screams snapped her back. The tiny vigilante's breasts bounced\nviolently as a carjacker pounded into her, his greasy hands leaving bruises on\nher pale hips. Neon light caught the tears streaking through the duct tape\nresidue on her cheeks. Across the room, Gallant Girl roared against the ball\ngag, her muscular thighs trembling as three men took turns on her—each thrust\npunctuated by a slap to her welted ass.
\nBrandi blinked sweat from her eyes, unable to reconcile the sensations—the cold\nmetal cuffs around her ankles, the hot breath of the burglar currently raping\nher, and the phantom memory of standing outside in the rain. Her nipples\nstiffened as another convict squeezed them violently, laughing when she gasped.\n\"Still fightin', Shadow?\" He spat on her stomach before slamming back inside.\nThe pricing card above her swung mockingly: VIGILANTE VIXEN - $50/15min.
\nMaria's screams cut through the din high-pitched, desperate.
\nBrandi twisted her head just enough to see the pedophile
\nforcing the teenager's knees apart, his yellow teeth gleaming under neon. \"Easy\nnow,\" he crooned, fingers probing where no man had touched before. Maria's\nphotographic memory would trap her in this horror forever every stench, every\ntexture while Batgirl struggled against three men pinning her face-down, her\nfamous red hair matted with semen and blood.
\nThe mattress beneath Brandi jerked as her current attacker
\nA car thief whose ribs she'd broken last summer finished with a grunt and rolled\noff. Before she could gasp for air, another convict shoved a wad of cash at the\nbouncer and climbed between her thighs.
\nThe VIGILANTE VIXEN sign flickered overhead as he spat into his palm, slicking\nhimself without breaking eye contact. \"Remember me, Shadow?\" His prison tattoos\nrippled as he lined himself up. \"You put my brother in a coma.\" He sheathed\nhimself in one brutal thrust, laughing when her back arched off the bed.
\nAcross the room, Gallant Girl's muffled roar vibrated through the mattress as\nthree men pinned her facedown. The FEMALE FURY pricing card swung wildly above\nher, the \"$40/15min\" barely visible beneath fresh bloodstains. Someone had torn\nher utility belt in half the jagged edges of broken escrima sticks still\nprotruded from a bouncer's thigh nearby. Lark's duct-taped mouth emitted a\nhigh-pitched whine as the arsonist she'd testified against tightened the rope\naround her spread thighs.
\nThe SIDEKICK SPECIAL card now read \"$25/30min—DISCOUNT
\nFOR MULTIPLE BUYERS\" in smeared Sharpie. Maria's first scream shattered the\nhumid air when the pedophile finally penetrated her virgin flesh her\nphotographic memory etching every grunt...
\nEvery creak of the bed springs, the exact shade of yellow in his\nnicotine-stained teeth. Neon lights reflected in her panicked tears as three\nmore convicts lined up behind him, their cocks already glistening with\nanticipation. Bat girl's spine arched violently when her newest attacker—a\ncarjacker whose jaw she'd dislocated last winter bit down on her shoulder while\nthrusting.
\nThe GOTHAM GIRL card flickered \"$60/10min—NO HOLDS BARRED\" above her\nsweat-slicked body.Brandi's wrists burned where the zip-ties sawed into flesh,\nbut the pain felt distant compared to the war in her skull. One moment, the\nmeth-head was yanking her hips upward for deeper access; the next, she stood\noutside The Titty Twister's rusted fire escape with rain-cooled nunchaku in\nhand. Lark's laughter rang clear as she vaulted onto the railing—no bruises, no\nduct tape gag—while Gallant Girl adjusted her blue gloves with that familiar,\nfurious precision. \"We go in hard,\" Gallant Girl was saying, but Brandi couldn't\ntell if the words were memory or hallucination. Maria's nervous voice cut\nthrough: \"I-I was
\nTwo weeks pass. It was quiet now, Every one was either was either asleep or ,\ndrunk or Dead. It was a brutal night! last night! Al of the other girls were\ntaken to Queen Pin, so she could ship the off to Afghanistan. It was only the\nfour of them lat night to quell the Lust of the men. 400 Men, 4 women...easy\nMath.
\nMaria wiggled her fingers, trying to see if she could loosen her bonds, But the\nleather straps were too tight, Even the ropes that bound her wrists, ankles, and\nneck too tight. Her spread eagle position made her feel exposed, and the\nVibrator inserted in her rectum made her feel humiliated, again. She was so\nsleepy, but the thought of another rapist mounting her kept her awake.
\nShe looked about her friends...they were all out cold, fainted, or just too\ntired to even move.She trembled, knowing that she was no longer a virgin! She\nknew some day she would lose her virginity to a man. But...it would be to some\none she liked, or loved. Not to an Evil dregs of society! Monsters!! Who only\nwanted sexual revenge for being locked up by her heroine mentor Teen Shadow.
\nBrandi seemed to be in some sort of dream state?
\nShe was straddled her motor cycle, Lark was at her side, Gallant
\ngirl was standing next to her. She was fully suited, Lark was suited, Gallant\ngirl was suited. She was in her apartment, Lark and Gallant Girl were seated on\nher couch with Maria, who was suited too. \"We have to stop Queen Pin, and\nSamson!\" Maria said, with anger in her eyes.Brandi was dreaming, she knew it was\na dream.
\nBack in the whorehouse, Brandi was sleeping, her eyes closed. Her hands tied to\nthe upper bed posts, her ankles tied to the lower bed posts. She was spread\neagle, naked, sweating, smelling of semen and urine. Her lips were bruised, her\nnipples were sore. her ass was red from being spanked. her pussy was swollen and\nsore.
\nShe was dreaming of being free, of being suited, of being with her friends. She\nwas dreaming of being Brandi James, not Teen Shadow. She was dreaming of being\nin her apartment, with Lark, Gallant Girl, and Maria. They were all suited, all\nready to go on a mission. They were talking about Queen Pin and Samson. And\nabout how they would stop them. Brandi was dreaming of being free, of being\nstrong, of being a hero!
\nMaria was awake, her eyes wide open.
\nShe was tied to the bed next to Brandi, her wrists and ankles
\nbound to the bed posts. She was also spread eagle, naked, sweating, smelling of\nsemen and urine. Her lips were bruised, her nipples were sore. Her ass was red\nfrom being spanked. her pussy was swollen and sore. She was no longer a virgin.\nShe had been raped by more than 200 Men! All huge men, more than, twice her\nsize. But they didn't Care...they just kept Coming!!
\nMaria day dreamed of being free, of being suited up again. of being
\nwith her friends. She was dreaming of being Maria Tori Cortex, not M/S X. She\nwas dreaming of being in her apartment, with Lark, Gallant Girl, and Brandi.\nThey were all suited, all ready to go on a mission. They were talking about\nQueen Pin and Samson. And about how they would stop them. Maria was dreaming of\nbeing free, of being strong, of being a hero!
\n\"God damn it!! Gallant girl cursed from bed,
\nHer naked body arching upwards, her muscles straining with all the strength they\ncould deliver, to break out of her degrading, Spread-eagled position. The\nrailings rattled, but the ropes tied to them and to her wrists & ankles remained\nUN-broken! Her large 30 D Tits, shook wildly from the effort!
\nIn the last bed. Bat girl 's 34E cups also shook wildly, she attempted, twisted\nin her own Bonds.. feeling, as if every man's eyes in the World...were locked on\nher Tits! Her wrists burned, Her ankles burned, Her pussy burned, Her Asshole\nburned, Her mouth burned. She had been Fucked in her Pussy, Her Ass, Tit Fucked!\nAnd forced to suck 200 cocks! And still...she was spiting out their disgusting\nCum!!
\nBrandi...trapped in her own Spread-eagled Nightmare, Just stared
\nat the ceiling. Silently crying...causing heavy tears to roll down both\ncheeks.Her mind drifted back to the last time She, Lark and Gallant Girl met\noutside the club, dressed in their costumes, planning their attack on Rollins\nand free all the white slaves,.
\nQueen Pin sold him for his club. At he time...she wanted nothing more than to\nsmash her steel lined, gloved fist right into his arrogant smug face! Brandi's\nfantasy was shattered as a weak woman's frail hand touched her shoulder.The old\nwaitress—the one who'd been sneaking them scraps of bread leaned close enough\nfor Brandi to smell the gin on her breath.
\n\"They're shipping you out at dawn,\" she whispered, fingers trembling as they\nbrushed the fresh cigarette burns on Brandi's collarbone. \"Queen Pin's got a\nsubmarine docked at Pier 12.\"
\nHer milky eyes darted toward the security cameras. \"
\nSays she wants you broken in before the Taliban buyers arrive.
\n\" The woman was nervous as she slowly cuts the rope away connected to her left\nwrist. She had stolen a knife from one of the drunks, slipping it into the\nwaistband of her ragged dress when he'd passed out atop her.The blade trembled\nas she sawed at Brandi's restraints—first the left wrist, then the right her\nhands shaking so violently the knife nicked Brandi's skin twice.
\nBlood welled in thin lines, but Brandi barely flinched.
\nHer eyes stayed locked on the flickering TEEN SLUT neon sign above her bed,\nits \"$30/15min\" pricing now sputtering like a dying heartbeat. The woman\nreturned to her side after cutting away Brandi's legs. \"I'm gonna get out of\nhere! The woman announced, handing Brandi the knife. There is an alley on\nCarlton street
\n....take it! It is the best way to avoid Collins and his ilk! If you are really\nlucky? they will have No idea on where to start looking for you? Now!.. get you\nand your buddies out of here! It's three Am. She said adds. You got 30 minutes\nbefore they come for you! Brandi grabbed her arm. \"Why? She questions. Won't\nthey....?
\nThe woman smiles.\"Honey! She explains, I Got the big C! Cancer,
\nshe clarified. Doc,,said I got a month! Who cares if I Die a few weeks\nearlier!\"Brandi nods and then releases the thin arm of the waitress. Thank you,\nShe whispered to the woman. The woman presents an expressionless look on her\nface, then looks over her shoulder once before disappearing in the shadows.\n\"Come on!, Brandi said cutting Maria's left restraint. Let's get out of here!\"
\nMaria winced as the blade slipped, nicking her wrist.
\n\"Hurry!\" she hissed through gritted teeth, her photographic memory already\ncataloging escape routes from the blueprints she'd studied weeks ago. Gallant\nGirl thrashed against her remaining ankle restraint, the bed frame groaning\nunder her raw strength. \"Cut Bat girl loose first!\" she snarled, nodding toward\nthe vigilante whose mascara-streaked face, was urging to them.
\nBrandi worked on Lark's bonds. While,at the other bed Maria cut Bat girl's\nropes.Bat girl groaned as her wrists were freed. She flexed her fingers and\nrubbed her wrists, wincing at the pain. But she didn't waste time. She quickly\nrolled off the bed and onto the floor, landing in a crouch. Her muscles\nprotested, but she ignored them.
\nMaria cut away Gallant Girl's ankles first. and was going for the
\nropes on her wrists next. But, suddenly, two men with gun's showed up. \"Hey!!\nthe biggest of them, yelled out, standing where Maria was 3 seconds earlier,\nwhile the other man held a gun others. They darted looks From, Bat girl to\nBrandi. Bat girl nodded to Gallant girl, who suddenly raised up with her\npowerful legs and wrapped them around his mid-section, puling him backwards, His\ngun fell to the floor.
\nFreaked...the other man turned to face Melissa. That was Bat girl's clue! She\ncrouched low and swept his legs out from under him, Maria caught the gun in mid\nair and rushed to assist Gallant Girl, While Brandi punched the man over and\nover with her bare fists! Gallant Girl squeezed her thighs tighter, The man\nstarted grunted in pain.
\nBat girl stood up and also went to help gallant Girl, leaving Brandi to take out\nher anger on the other man. Maria took the knife and cut away her wrist ropes.\nThe knife clattered to the floor as Maria freed Gallant Girl's wrists. Gallant\nGirl rolled off the bed, her muscles screaming in protest, As Bat Girl treated\nThe man's face like a punching bag.
\nBoth men down and out cold, they huddled together.
\n\"We need clothes,\" Bat Girl Girl spoke up.
\nGallant Girl nodded. \"Yeah, but Where the Fuck did these fucks...?
\n\"Forget Clothes!! Brandi interrupted.
\nThe waitress said we had 30 minutes!
\n20 are probably Gone!!
\nWe got to get the Fuck out!!\"
\nThe stench of stale sweat, sex, and cheap liquor assaulted their noses. Neon\nsigns flickered overhead, casting eerie shadows across the stained concrete\nfloors. Bat Girl's eyes darted to the exit—fifty feet of open space, littered\nwith passed-out drunks and discarded condoms. She sighed, Your right!\"
\n\"We'll be Butt naked! Gallant Girl protested.
\n\"We've been Naked! Lark spoke. For two week!!\"
\nGallant Girl sighed...and finally nods.
\nMaria was all ready tying a sheet around her waist. Bat girl was tying a sheet\naround her large breasts. Brandi chose a sheet around her waist. They looked\nridiculous, but it was better than nothing. Gallant Girl sighed one last time.\nShe had Tits almost as large as Bat girl's So she choose to cover em, for the\ntrip. Her face turned beet red at the thought.
\n\"I'd rather fight a Dozen Satanists!! Gallant Girl snarled.
\nThan go out like this!!\"
\nBat girl groaned. \"As much as i hate to admit it? But shei Agreed
\nwith Melissa! Maria nodded, her small body trembling beneath the makeshift\nsheet, her photographic memory already mapping escape routes. She pointed toward\na rusted ventilation grate near the floor. \"That leads to the alley.
\nSaw the blueprints when I cased this place.\" Brandi hesitated—the memory of her\nfather's motorcycle between her thighs, the wind in her short blonde hair, the\nweight of her nun chucks at her belt...before nodding. \"Go. Now.\"
\nThey crawled through the vent, metal grating their knees, the stench
\nof mildew and old grease thick in the cramped passage. Maria led, her small\nframe navigating the tight turns with ease, her photographic memory guiding them\nlike a map burned behind her eyelids. Bat girl brought up the rear, Her bare\nfeet with Red painted toe nails still glaring, under her sheet snagging on a\njagged edge, tearing away to expose her welted back. She didn't stop.
\nBelow them, the club pulsed—moans, laughter, the wet slap of flesh.
\nA drunk stumbled into view, pissing against the wall beneath their crawlspace.\nBrandi froze, her breath hitching as the man's head lolled back—his bloodshot\neyes locking onto hers through the grate. Click. The sound of a hammer\ncocking. The man grinned, exposing rotted teeth. \"Well lookie here—\"
\nMaria shoved Brandi forward. \"MOVE!\"
\nThe gunshot obliterated the silence as they scrambled deeper into the duct work.\nThe bullet ricocheted behind them, sparking against metal. Bat Girl kicked\nbackward blindly, her heel connecting with something soft. A howl. Then cursing\nin Spanish.
\nBrandi's vision fractured—one moment crawling through grease-slicked vents, the\nnext standing outside the Titty Twister in full costume, the chrome zippers of\nGallant Girl's bodysuit catching streetlight. \"We hit Rollins first,\" she heard\nherself say, flexing her gloved fingers around the police baton.
\nThe memory was crisp—Lark adjusting her gloves, Gallant Girl cracking her neck.\nNo sheets. No burns. No stench of semen and sweat. Reality slammed back as her\nbare shoulder scraped against rusted metal. The duct shuddered—footsteps\npounding below.
\nMaria's sheet snagged, exposing the fingerprint bruises on her
\nthighs. \"Left turn!\" Maria gasped. The vents branched like arteries, pulsing\nwith distant bass. Somewhere behind them, a man laughed. \"Found the hero cunts.\"
\nBat Girl's stomach lurched. She knew that laugh—Carlos \"The Hammer\" Mendoza. The\nwife-beater she'd busted last year after he'd shattered his girlfriend's jaw\nwith a socket wrench. His footsteps grew louder. Closer. Maria's breath hitched.
\n\"Next vent—right turn—leads outside.\" The metal groaned beneath Carlos's weight.\nBrandi's consciousness shattered again, suddenly standing in full vigilante gear\nbeside her motorcycle, adjusting the choker around her neck. \"Torres has three\nlookouts on the roof,\" Gallant Girl had said, tightening her blue spandex\ngloves.
\nThe memory was so vivid Brandi could smell the leather.
\nReality crashed back as Carlos Mendoza's calloused fingers clamped around her\nankle, dragging her backward through the vent. Her bare thighs shrieked against\nthe jagged metal edges. Below them, the club's neon signs pulsed—TEEN SLUT\n$20/20MIN—casting hellish shadows across Maria's tear-streaked face as she\nkicked futilely at another attacker's grasping hands.
\nBrandi's mind fractured again—suddenly standing outside the Titty Twister in\nfull costume, the night air crisp against her mask. \"Torres has infrared\ncameras,\" Lark was saying, adjusting her gloves with that familiar click of\nwrist buckles. The memory smelled like motorcycle exhaust and Gallant Girl's\npeppermint gum. Brandi reached for her baton—
\nReality flooded back in a wave of pain as a calloused hand twisted her nipple\nfrom behind her. What th...? Brandi shouted, spinning away. She couldn't believe\nwhat she was seeing? Queen Pin's-whipping Boy. Roland Thibideax. Behind him,\nfive men. \"Shall we Dance?\"
\nBrandi drops her sheet and raises her fists.
\n\"I'll Lead!\" Brandi responds.From her rear, Bat girl, Gallant Girl, Lark and\nmaria also drop their own sheets, and ready for combat. Gallant Girl smiled, her\ntanned face twisting into a predator's grin as she cracked her knuckles. \"Five\nagainst six?\" She rolled her shoulders. \"I like those odds.\"
\nRoland lunged first—the mountain of a man's ham-sized fist whistling toward\nMaria's face. She ducked under it like a hummingbird avoiding a freight train,\nher photographic memory already calculating trajectories. Bat girl's elbow\nsmashed into Roland's kidney with a meaty thunk. He roared, dropping Maria\njust as Brandi's bare foot connected with his groin. The crunch of testicles\ncollapsing made even the other men wince. Roland folded like cheap origami. The\nremaining five hesitated—just long enough for Lark to dart forward.
\nShe remembered about her touch, but sadly that option was off the table. She had\nno serum injectors and the 12 hours she had expired 2 weeks ago. But, she was\nfast! She slammed her fist into the nearest man's throat, dropping him\ninstantly.
\nGallant Girl spun, her muscular legs snapping out in a brutal roundhouse kick\nthat sent another attacker crashing into the rusted vent wall. Brandi barely\nregistered Maria's small frame slipping behind her—until she felt the girl's\nfingers tighten around her wrist. \"Time to go!\" Maria hissed. The vent exit\nloomed ahead, the grimy alleyway barely visible through years of neglect. Bat\nGirl didn't hesitate—she launched herself feet-first through the grate, landing
\nin a crouch that sent pain shooting up her bare legs.
\nThe cold night air hit them like a slap. Behind them, Roland groaned, trying—and\nfailing—to rise. The others lay scattered, unconscious or groaning. Maria didn't\nwait—already limping toward the alley's mouth, her small frame trembling. \"We\nhave to move!\" she urged, glancing back. Brandi's legs burned, but she forced\nherself forward, her bare feet slapping against wet pavement. Gallant Girl\ncursed, adjusting her makeshift sheet. \"Fuck, I miss my boots.\" Bat Girl\nsnorted, then froze.
\nHeadlights. A black van rounded the corner.
\nIts tinted windows reflecting the alley's grime. Brandi's body moved before her\nmind processed the threat—shoving Maria behind a dump ster. The van's tires\nscreeched. Doors flew open. Queen Pin's laughter carried—dark and rich, like\nmolasses laced with arsenic. Brandi's stomach dropped. Too fast. Too soon.
\nGallant Girl pivoted, her muscular frame blocking Bat Girl's exposed body.\n\"Fuck. Fuck!\" The moonlight caught the sweat on her shoulders. \"They circled\naround—\"The van doors slid open.Brandi stood, her fists raised, Beside her\nGallant Girl and Bat Girl Raised theirs too.
\nLark and Maria stood back, but did nor cower.
\nQueen Pin exited the van first—her towering frame draped in black satin, the\npentagram necklace glinting beneath the streetlights. Behind her, Roland\nThibideaux lumbered out, still clutching his ruined groin, his face twisted in\nagony and fury. Four more goons fanned out behind them, their hands resting on\nholstered weapons.
\nBrandi's bare feet shifted on the cold concrete.
\nher body aching from countless assaults. Yet ...she still coiled to strike. She\nfelt Maria's tiny fingers brush her wrist—the girl trembling but not retreating.\nGallant Girl exhaled sharply through her nose, her muscular thighs flexing. Bat\nGirl wiped blood from her split lip, her red hair matted with grime.
\n\"Last stand?\" she muttered.
\nBrandi felt her heart skip a beat, her bare toes curling against
\nthe cracked asphalt. Queen Pin’s laughter coiled around them like smoke—thick,\nchoking. Roland lumbered forward, his ruined groin forgotten, eyes black with\nvengeance. The van’s headlights cast their naked bodies in grotesque\nrelief—bruises flowering purple, welts raised like braille. Maria’s whisper cut\nthrough the tension:
\nLeftmost goon—hip holster—weak stance.\"*Brandi didn’t hesitate.
\nShe lunged, her bare foot connecting with the man’s knee.
\nThe crack echoed as he crumpled. Gallant Girl followed—her tanned fist\nsnapping another’s head back. Bat Girl’s elbow found a throat. Lark darted\nbetween them, a wraith in the chaos.Queen Pin snarled. Roland roared.Then the\nnight exploded with violence Brandi's knuckles splitting against Roland's jaw,
\nBat Girl's knee crushing a groin, Gallant Girl's elbow snapping a
\nnose sideways. But it was Maria who moved like a liquid shadow darting between\nhulking bodies, her photographic memory predicting every swing before it came.\nShe snatched the hip-holstered pistol, ejecting the magazine with a mechanical\nclick that made Queen Pin freeze mid-laugh.The world blurred into\nsweat-slicked limbs and the coppery stench of blood. Brandi barely registered\nthe moment Maria pressed the gun's cold barrel against Queen Pin's temple—only\nthe sudden silence as the towering woman's breath hitched.
\nRoland's fist stopped inches from Lark's face.
\nThe goons froze. Bat girl noticed something that did not register
\nwith her before? Her utility Belt.Bat Girl walked up and un hooked it from\naround Queen Pins waist. Bat Girl smiled. \"I'll be damned, it's mine!\" She\nhooked it around her own hips, securing it snugly against her bare waist. She\nopened several pockets in the belt. Her eyes widened. In a pocket she found\nsomething and tossed the single item to Lark.Lark facial expression immediately\nbrightened.
\nIt was a medical injector, 10 cc's.
\nShe looked up Bat Girl smiled. \"You are welcome.\" Lark looked back at Queen Pin,\nRoland and the goons. She pressed the injector against her thigh and pressed the\nrelease button. She felt the serum flow into her body.
\nBat Girl announced. \"20 Seconds!\" She said in her mind.
\n\"What's going on a man inquired?
\nIs the l;little bitch...shooting up...?\"
\nThe man's slurred question barely registered, as Lark's fingertips began\ntingling. That familiar, electric surge crawling up her nerve endings. Queen\nPin's smirk faltered when the injector clattered to the pavement. \"Five\nseconds.\" Lark noted in her head. Then—contact.
\nLark’s bare palm slapped against the nearest guard’s sweaty neck.
\nHis leer froze mid-twist, pupils dilating as his knees buckled.
\nThe thud of his body hitting the concrete echoed like a starter’s pistol. Queen\nPin’s satanic jewelry rattled as she backpedaled, but Gallant Girl was already\nmoving, her blue-spandex-clad leg whipping out to sweep Roland’s ankles from\nunder him. \"Fourteen left,\" Maria hissed, her photographic memory tallying\nthreats in real time. Seconds pass Lark drops 2 more men. But, this with a\nspinning back kick.
\nGallant Girl flips backward, landing behind Roland, her Escrima
\nsticks cracking against his kidneys before he can turn. He bellows, stumbling\nforward—straight into Teen Shadow’s rising knee. Blood sprays from his broken\nnose as he crashes down.
\n“Twelve,” Maria counts, teeth gritted. Lark’s bare foot lashes out, catching a\ngoon’s temple mid-charge.
\nHis eyes roll back before he collapses atop Queen Pin’s designer boots. The\ncrime boss shrieks, tripping over his limp body. Bat girl lands a precision kick\nto the last guard’s solar plexus, dropping him like a sack of cement.Maria’s\nfingers twitch—calculating angles, trajectories—
\nthen she darts forward. Her palm connects with Roland’s carotid artery. The\ngiant’s knees hit the floor just as Teen Shadow’s elbow cracks against Queen\nPin’s jaw. The satanic necklace snaps, scattering obsidian beads across the\npavement.
\nBat girl pivots, her recovered utility belt swaying as she yanks a smoke pellet\nfrom its pouch. She hurls it—not at the enemies—but at the neon \"Titty Twister\"\nsign above them. Purple smoke billows, masking their nakedness for three\nprecious seconds. That's when the heroines really shine Gallant Girl and Bat\ngirl Take out 2 men apiece.
\n\"Teen Shadow, BREAK IN Three!\" Maria counted.
\nTeen Shadow nodded and they positioned, and kicked Roland at the same time. It\ntook by surprise and he fell forward, \"No! He shrieked when her saw Lark in his\npath. He tried to turn away, but Lark caught his hand. His eyes widen, and then\nhe dropped as the serum took hold. Bat Girl and Maria moved out of the way, when\nQueen Pin turned to run, Gallant Girl started to follow her, but Lark tapped her\nhand.
\n\"Bitch is mine!!\"
\nQueen Pin ran, but her high heels, tight dress and jewellery slowed her escape.\nLark was already sprinting, her bare feet slapping against wet pavement. Gallant\nGirl and Bat girl exchanged glances.
\nOne amused, the other calculating, before turning back to the remaining threats.\nRoland remained out cold beneath them. Teen Shadow wasted no time; she snatched\nup his discarded belt and looped it around his thick neck, using it as a\nmakeshift leash to keep him pinned. The unconscious goons lay scattered like\nbroken toys, their sweat and cheap cologne mixing with the scent of spilled beer\nand blood.
\n\"Brandi!\" Maria's sharp whisper cut through the adrenaline haze. Teen Shadow\nblinked—her knuckles were split, her bare skin streaked with grime. She turned\nto see Maria gesturing toward the alley's mouth where Gallant Girl had Bat girl\npropped against a dumpster. The purple smoke from Bat girl's pellet still\nlingered, curling around their legs like spectral fingers.
\nAll the remaining men rush inside to coordinate with Rollin's other goons. \"The\nVan! Gallant Girl suggested as a way to escape. Keys are in it! Marie yelled\nlooking
\nin side Bat girl, Lark and Ten Shadow all nod, and they start to walk in Marie's\ndirection. Suddenly in the window, the old waitress that had freed them appeared\nand waved.
\nMarie's eyes go wide...Mom!!!\"
\nSeconds later...the entire building Exploded!!!\"
\nThe big sign with women's breasts and the name Tittie Twister fell broken to the\nground. Brandi blinked—smoke stinging her eyes as her bare knees pressed into\nshattered asphalt. The explosion’s aftershock vibrated through her bones. One\nmoment, Marie’s mother had been waving from the window; the next, the brothel\nerupted in a fireball that sent debris raining down like hell’s confetti. A\nhigh-pitched ringing drowned out the screams as Brandi’s vision doubled. She\nwasn’t outside anymore.
\nSuddenly, she felt the cold bite of metal cuffs around her ankles
\nthe familiar, hateful stretch of being spread-eagled on one of the Titty\nTwister’s stained mattresses. The hallucination was vivid—sweat-slick skin\nsticking to vinyl, the clink of coins dropping into her headboard’s payment\nslot. A thick-fingered hand groped her left breast, twisting the nipple until\nshe gasped. But when she turned her head, the face blurred into smoke. Reality\nsnapped back like a rubber band.
\nBrandi was kneeling outside the burning brothel, her naked body shivering not\nfrom cold but adrenaline. Maria was screaming—raw, animal sounds as Bat girl\nheld her back from the flames. The old waitress was gone. Gone. The\nrealization hit Brandi like a punch: Marie’s mother had just rigged the entire\nbuilding to blow.
\nA final act of defiance, and maybe a way to pay Marie back for the life she gave\nher.Gallant Girl’s fingers dug into Brandi’s shoulder. “Move!” She hauled Brandi\nup, tossing her toward the idling van as debris rained around them. Lark was\nalready sliding into the driver’s seat, her bare thighs pressing against the\ncracked vinyl. The keys dangled from the ignition. Bat girl dragged Marie into\nthe back the younger girl’s sobs muffled against the older heroine’s chest.
\nThe van’s engine roared as Lark stomped the gas.
\nThe vehicle lurched forward, tires squealing against the curb. Brandi caught one\nlast glimpse of the inferno behind them the neon sign collapsing into the blaze,\nthe silhouette of Queen Pin staggering in the smoke. Then the alleyway swallowed\nthem whole.
\nMaria’s ragged breathing filled the cabin. Batgirl held her tight, fingers\nthreaded through the younger girl’s hair. “She knew,” Maria whispered. “She knew\nthe whole time.” The van swerved onto a main road, streetlights flashing across\ntheir bruised skin. Brandi’s thigh pressed against Gallant Girl’s, sticky with\nsweat and soot. None of them spoke. The truth was a live wire between them:\nMarie’s mother had chosen this. Chosen them.
\nLark’s knuckles whitened on the steering wheel.
\n“We’re not clean,” she said, voice raw. The unspoken addition hung heavy but\nwe’re alive! The city blurred past, neon signs smearing into streaks of garish\ncolor. Teen Shadow flexed her fingers, phantom sensations lingering the weight\nof Roland’s belt in her grip, the crack of Queen Pin’s jaw under her elbow. Her\nbody hummed with violence not yet spent.
\nThe van swerved into an alley. Bat girl’s utility belt clinked as she pulled a\nburner phone from a pouch. “Safe house,” she muttered, fingers tapping. Gallant\nGirl leaned over, her breath warm against Brandi’s ear. “Your parents’ place.\nIt’s closest.” Brandi stiffened.
\nThe thought of that empty house—her father’s motorcycle still in the garage, her\nmother’s perfume bottle collecting dust sent something jagged through her\nribs.Maria’s fingers curled around hers. The van fishtailed onto a residential\nstreet. Neon gave way to porch lights. One flickered—just like the bulb her dad\nnever fixed. A key under the mat, that was there for 20 years, gave Brandi\nentrance.
\nThe front door creaked—same pitch as when she’d sneak in past curfew. Dust motes\nswirled in the foyer light. Teen Shadow’s bare foot pressed into the familiar\ngroove in the hardwood where her mother’s rocking chair had sat.Maria’s breath\nhitched. \"It smells like...\" She didn’t finish. The scent of lemon polish and\ngun oil clung to the walls, preserved like a museum exhibit. Bat girl’s utility\nbelt clicked
\nas she flipped the deadbolt.
\nGallant Girl limped to the couch—the one with the cigarette burn from Bobby’s\nnervous prom night. She collapsed onto it, her blue-black bruises stark against\nthe floral upholstery.
\nLark raided the kitchen, returning with a bottle of vodka and a fistful of\ngauze. \"Medicine,\" she muttered, tearing open packages with her teeth. Maria\nstood frozen in the hallway, staring at the bullet hole in the wall, the one\nfrom the night Brandi’s parents died. Her fingers traced
\nthe jagged edges. \"They’re still here,\" she whispered.
\nBrandi forced a smile. \"Yes They are!\"
\nMaria's fingers trembled against the bullet hole.
\nThe vodka bottle passed from Lark to Gallant Girl, the burn of antiseptic\nmerging with liquor's bite as they dabbed at split knuckles. Brandi watched\nMaria’s reflection in the hallway mirror, the way her shoulders hitched when she\ninhaled, like she was trying to swallow the house’s ghosts whole. The silence\nstretched, pulsing like an open wound.
\nThen—laughter. Raw, jagged.
\nBrandi blinked, the bullet hole under Maria’s fingers blurring. The vodka bottle\nslipped from Lark’s grip, shattering against hardwood. The sound snapped\nsomething loose in Brandi’s chest. A memory—no, not a memory. A loop.
\nShe was back home.
\n\"Mother...Dad! She smiled, wondering if she could be considered a Whack Job\" for\ntalking to Ghosts?\" She felt Maria's arms wrap around her waist from behind, and\nshe heard Maria whisper, \"They are here...I can feel them.\"
\nBrandi turned and kissed Maria's forehead. Gallant Girl said, \"Let's get cleaned\nup.\"Bat girl added, \"Yeah, we stink...like sweat, smoke, cum and blood.\" Lark\nwas already
\nheaded toward the bathroom. Brandi called after her, \"Lark,,,There is a small\nshower in my room to the top and right. She explains. A guest bathroom with a\nshower, Top and left. and down her, in my parents room is a garden bath tub, and\na stand alone shower. Bat girl
\nlooks at Brandi, \"You parents had a \"His & Her\" bathroom? Brandi nods, \"Yeah Dad\nwas a Police officer, a CSI investigator, Mom was an attorney General.\"
\nMaria looked at Brandi, \"May I shower with you?\"
\nBrandi sort on sneered. \"No,.\" She responds. I am not shy
\nor anything Brandi explains. Just...Old Fashioned... I guess!\" Maria looked sort\nhurt, but nods. \"I understand.\".
\nBat girl, Gallant Girl and Lark went into Brandi's parent's bathroom. Lark\nturned on the shower. Gallant Girl stepped in first. Lark followed. Bat Girl\nlooked back at Brandi and winks, \"I hope you can handle you mom's ghost watching\nyou shower!\" Brandi shrugs and says, \"She saw me shower all my life up til she\ndied.
\nShe walks into her bedroom bathroom, turns on the shower and steps under the\nsteaming water. The warmth soothed her aching muscles, but couldn't wash away\nthe phantom sensations. fingers digging into her hips, the cold press of coins\nslotting above her head. She scrubbed until her skin turned pink, as if she\ncould peel away the memory layers. The shampoo smelled like strawberries her\nmother's favorite. Brandi's breath hitched.
\nThe bathroom door creaked open. Maria stood there clutching a towel, her\ncollarbones sharp beneath bruises. \"I...the other shower's leaking.\" Brandi\nwatched water drip from Maria's elbow onto the tile. A droplet traced the same\npath it had when she was twelve and her mother found her sneaking vodka from the\ncabinet. The memory blurred with the present Maria's fingers tightening on the\ntowel, her own hands pausing mid-scrub.
\nOutside, Gallant Girl's laughter echoed down the hall, followed by
\nBat-girl's sharp \"Language!\" when Lark swore at the leaky faucet. Brandi\nexhaled. \"C'mere.\" She stepped aside, letting the spray hit the wall. Maria\nhesitated, then dropped the towel.
\nSteam curled around her bony shoulders. Neither spoke as Maria grabbed the\nstrawberry shampoo. Too thin for 18, ribs visible under peeling sunburn from\nsome long-ago captivity. Brandi focused on rinsing soap from her own thighs, the\nsilence broken only by water hitting porcelain.
\nMaria's fingers brushed her spine. \"You're bleeding.\" A gash Brandi hadn't\nnoticed ran along her hipbone, red tendrils swirling toward the drain. Maria\npressed a washcloth to it, her breath hitching when Brandi flinched. \"Sorry, I—\"\nIt's...okay, Brandi forced a smile. I've been dealing with hurt all my Vigilante\nlife...Goes with the Job I guess...?
\nSteam thickened as Gallant Girl's voice carried down the hall—\"Lark, quit\nhogging the damn water!\"—followed by a wet slap and laughter. Maria's thumb\ntraced Brandi's ribs. \"These bruises...\" Brandi turned, catching Maria's wrist.\n\"Don't.\" The younger girl's eyelashes stuck together in clumps. Brandi exhaled.\n\"Just...wash my back?\"
\nThe bathroom door burst open. Lark stood dripping, her hair plastered to angular\ncollarbones. \"Bat girl found your dad's bourbon.\" She tossed a towel at Maria.\n\"We're drinking it.\" Brandi caught the threadbare fabric midair—her father's\nfishing towel, still smelling of lake water and Luckies. Maria wrapped it around\nherself like a shroud.
\nGallant Girl appeared behind Lark, a dusty bottle in hand. \"1968. Your old man\nhad taste.\" She took a swig, wincing as it burned down her throat. Bat girl's\nsilhouette filled the doorway, her borrowed sweatshirt riding up to reveal the\nfresh whip marks across her abdomen. \"Safe house my ass,\" she muttered, grabbing\nthe bottle. \"That shower head's older than my mom.\"
\nMaria's fingers grazed Brandi's wrist. \"I didn't mean—\"
\nThe bathroom light flickered—just like it had the night Brandi
\ncame home to find her parents' bodies. Shadows pooled in the hollow of Maria's\nthroat. Brandi grabbed the bourbon bottle, the glass slick under her fingers.\nShe took a swig, the burn chasing away the phantom weight of handcuffs on her\nwrists.
\nMaria's towel slipped. Gallant Girl caught it, her knuckles brushing a fresh\nbruise on Maria's hip. \"Jesus, kid,\" she muttered. Lark snatched the bottle\nback, her small breasts heaving as she coughed. Bat girl leaned against the door\nframe, the borrowed sweatshirt gaping to show Queen Pin's bite marks.
\nThe bourbon burned like the ropes that had dug into Brandi's thighs. She\nblinked—The night lasted several more hours. By the 5th hour they all were sound\nasleep.
\nHours later, Lark awoke. She was cold. She sat up, and reached
\nfor a blanket, but realized she was still naked. She looked around,
\nand saw that Bat Girl was sleeping on her side, her fists clenched tight.\nGallant Girl was curled up in a fetal position, her face buried
\nin a pillow. Maria lay sprawled out on her back, breathing softly.
\nAnd Brandi—Teen Shadow—was sitting upright in bed, staring blankly at the\nwall.Finally, she saluted the vision of her parents. \"Love ya!\"
\nGood night.....
\nThe end.
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