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Rebecca Hooper finally finished the paper for her sociology class. It had been pretty difficult to do it, because it was an paper on the pros and cons of costumed characters in the world and how they effect people. The professor had announced that, with the news coverage of the expolits of Glory Girl in Granite City, his students could go over how these characters influenced society and relationships between people and groups of people. Becky had a difficult time examining both sides of the issue, due to her connection with the subject. Her parents were retired costumed characters, and she was Glory Girl. She'd being doing well enough in the course to write a adequete paper on it, but on this subject she worried about saying anything to hint why she was totally in favor of the super-hero in the world today. How could she do otherwise?
After spending most of the day at her desk, she wanted to get out and thought a patrol tonight would be nice. The problem was she didn't have a single lead to anything that would help her catch a law-breaker. And if she tried to just cruise around looking for trouble, with her new fame, she kept getting mobbed by the public. Everyboy wanted a picture with her, or an autograph, or to just shake her hand. She never thought saving a million or so lives would end up saddling her with gratitute that would wear her out. She thought about running over to Arnie's place and snuggling with her boyfriend. That would be nice.
The phone rang and she picked it up. "Hello, Becky?" said Barbara Gordon on the line, one of Rebecca's best friends. "Are you busy tonight? I'm having dinner with someone and I thought you might like to get in on it. It'll be about...business, if you know what I mean." Becky did -- Barbara Gordon was secretly fighting crime as Batgirl up in Gotham City, and she had been an inspiration to Becky in her role as Glory Girl in Granite City, just down the coast. "That sounds great, Babs. Er... how should I dress for the evening?" Rebecca knew that her friend was being round-about in her speech in case anyone tried to overhear their conversation. She saw the sense in that and also masked her comments. She needed to know if street clothes or costumed attire were appropriate. "Dress in something nice, we're going out to eat. But we may go out later. So you can bring a change of clothes. Something colorful!" Becky knew what Babs meant by that and said she'd drive up the coast and see her in about an hour and a half. She pulled out and donned a black pants suit and packed her Glory Girl duds and a few other things in a small duffel bag. Going downstairs, Rebecca told her Mom she was running down to see Barbara and depending what they did, may stay over at her place.
She went in back and hopped on her motorbike and roared off. The bike was the same one she used as Glory Girl, but special metal panels on the fenders and gas tank allowed her to flip a switch and have the appearance of the bike change. Right now it was black overall, but when she wanted, the bike sported a red, white and blue color scheme to match Glory Girl's costume. Traffic wasn't too heavy, and with her bike she could squeeze through the backed up areas. By six she was pulling into the parking garage under Barbara's apartment. She went up the elevator and rang the doorbell.
Barbara Gordon, wearing a long chiffon green dress which had a top that covered one shoulder and left the other bare, answered the door and gave Becky and quick embrace. "I'm glad you were able to come over, Becky. I want you to meet another friend of mine, Helena Bertinelli, otherwise known as the Huntress. The other young lady got up and walked over to shake Rebecca's hand. She was wearing a tight black dress, simple but with a fashionable cut at the shoulders and a deep plunging neckline. Babs turned to Helena, "Helena, this is someone I thought you might like to meet, Rebecca Hooper from Grantite City, who spends time as Glory Girl." Helena looked Becky up and down, then spoke. "So this is your young innocent bumpkin aquaintance who wants to be a heroine. Well... she's... tall." Becky suddenly felt a little embarassed by the peircing gaze. She realized she was a little underdressed compared to the outfits worn by the others. "You two are dressed up pretty fancy, where are we going to eat?" she asked.
"There's a nice nightclub in the tower district, the Taste of Jazz. It has excellent cuisine and the Denhope Trio are performing a session tonight." Helena put her hand to her chin and cocked her head to the side. "They are one of the best jazz groups in the city right now. Have you heard of them?" Becky lowered her head a bit and shook it. "Oh, no... I don't know that much about jazz."
Helena gave a tisk-tisk. "Well, Barbara and I will be able to really enjoy their performance and I am sure you will at least like... the food." Barbara gave Helena a look of displeasure. "Now wait a minute. Just because she's not famliar with that kind of music doesn't mean she can't give it a try and learn about something new. She will probably learn to really appreciate it once she's had a chance to hear one of the better groups." Helena came back with a further comment. "As for your dress, young lady, it's not really up to the standards of the establishment. But I am sure if you wiggle your hips, give him a big smile and a winsome giggle, the matrie de will allow you to be at a table. He enjoys the sight of beautiful women in the crowd." This comment made Becky a little uncorfortable and she wondered why the Huntress was picking at her so. She could see that Barbara was also not happy at how things were developing. Barbara went into her closet and got a nice black jacket that went well with Becky's pants suit. It was a bit tight, as they were not exactly the same size, but it would do. They went downstairs and a cab awaited them at the door.
When they arrived at the bistro, Rebecca's eyes grew wide at the sight. She'd never been to such a fancy nightclub and the overall elegance of the scene delighted her. The matrie de welcomed Helena by name and was very happy to see her. Becky worried about what he would say to her, but other than a glance at her, he didn't seem to care about how she was dressed. Becky sighed in relief. They were shown to their table and Becky noted it was in the front, right next to the stage. Helena was obviously one of their favorite customers, judging by the way they were treating the ladies! She picked up her menu and looked it over. She gave a little "eep!" as she looked it over. Most of what she saw she could not even figure out what it was... and the prices! Helena looked over and asked, "You don't see anything you like? I'm not sure if they have a children's menu here..." "Helena..." Barbara cut in with a sharp whisper, " ...don't be such a pain in the butt."
"Oh Babs, I'm just kidding our little innocent about her first foray into upper society." A man stepped to the table and asked, "Drinks, ladies?'
Barbara and Helena each asked for a glass of wine. Becky, embarrassed, stammered out, "I'd like a... a Diet Coke." At that she got another condesending look from Helena.
They ordered, and while they waited for their food, the jazz trio performed. Becky was happy at how the music cheered her up. Although she had been totally unfamiliar with it in the past, she loved it. When the food arrived she was amazed at how exquisite the taste and presentation of the meal made it a fascinating experience. During the meal, Batgirl and the Huntress in a low tone discussed members of the underworld, their habits and whereabouts, and individuals who were of interest in the investigations they were working on. Baraba turned to Rebecca and told her. "We don't work together very much, but we get together for dinner every so often and share data on Gotham City and the lowlifes that inhabit it. She often may pick up a bit of information that will help me, and vice versa." Becky listened with interest, but suddenly she got worried when the check arrived and she suddenly wondered if she had enough cash in her purse to cover her share. Helana picked it up and asked Becky, "Are you a rich heiress who will offer to pick up the tab?" Again embarassed, Becky shook her head and fumbled in her purse, pulling out bills and trying to add up what she had. Helena put her hand over the purse and said, "Don't worry, dear. I'll cover this one. You can pay next we get together when we go to McDonalds." Barbara cut in again with an edge in her voice. "Helena, will you stop that!"
When they left the restaurant, as their cab stopped at a light, Barbara suddenly pointed to a pair of men standing in front of a large jewelry establishment that was closed for the evening. "Helena... "she asked, "do you see who I see?" Helena glanced over and smiled. "That's Joey Cadoli and Matt Bennett. They've been known in the past to work for Catwoman, who's rumored to be in town." Barbara nodded. "And the store, among its displays, has one with some nice looking cats-eye gemstones."
The three ladies got back to Barbara's nearby apartment, and at once changed to their costumes. On the way down the elevator, Helena said she thought Becky looked "cute." Rebecca's face reddened at this and she again wondered why the Huntress was being so nasty. What had she ever done to her?
The three costumed heroines all roared out of the parking structure on their bikes, back to the jewelry exchange. They didn't see the two men outside, but suddenly noticed lights moving around inside. They moved to the rear of the building, saw that someone had done something to the alarm panel and that a door had been forced. They quietly went inside and moved through the darkened back room. But Becky's foot came across something on the floor that clattered across the room. Huntress turned back to her and in a harsh, low whisper, growled. "Blondie! Will you be quiet or we'll make you wait outside!"
Something else clattered back in their direction and burst into a cloud of evil smelling gas. They struggled to get out of it, but their limbs grew very heavy, and they slumped to the floor and the darkness became total.
Glory Girl came to in a strange room, and saw handcuffs on her wrists, manacles on her ankles, and except for her mask, not a stitch of clothing. She gave a short yelp and dropped into a crouch. In the room were several men and a woman dressed in a skin-tight blue outfit and a cat mask. She looked at Rebecca and snapped a whip in her hand until the tip cracked inches from Becky's face. "No, no, young lady, you are not allowed to slouch. I want you standing tall, so we can look over that wonderful body of yours." Rebecca stood back up.
"What's your scheme this time, Catwoman?" Becky heard Batgirl's voice and turned to see that Babs and the Helena were also in chains, naked from the neck down. The feline villianess smiled and purred a sweet reply. "You are here because I want you. I've always wanted your sweet athletic body to explore and play with, like a wonderful toy. And Huntress, you are another morsel I have been waiting to devour. First my lacky will take a number of sweet photos on your wonderful bodies. Then the two of you will join me tonight in my chamber and I will have the most blissful night of love I could ever experience."
Batgirl and the Huntress both shouted, "Never! you'll never get us to participate in such a disgusting act!" Selina Kyle, the fearsome feline, gave a sly grin, and said, "You aren't here to co-operate, ladies, just to participate. You can't escape. My men stripped you and searched both of you thoroughly. No more lockpicks or gear hidden on your bodies." She pointed to a table, where two leather helmets sat. Attached over the outside of the helmets were an assortment of electronic circuitrity. "I went to Lexcorp and paid an ungodly huge amount of money for two of their experimental mind control helmets. Lex assured me that anyone wearing the helmet while it is activated will become a willing slave to any order given them. Tonight you will be nose-deep in my pussy, Batgirl, while the Huntress licks my nipples and we all climax together. Then the two of you will change positions and we'll go again. The second helmet was meant for Batman, but I'll use it on you, Huntress, until I get my claws on him."
Catwoman's gaze then turned to Glory Girl. "But your companion... I only have two helmets. And... well I never really cared for blondes. You have a really exquisite form, and I have a temptation to dye your hair black. But even in the midst of incredible sex, I would remember you were a blonde and it would ruin the mood. I guess I'll leave you for the men."
One of the goons, walking around the room snapping away with a camera, said, "Gee, thanks boss. We really will enjoy her. And I am getting some great pictures. She's that new babe that's so big in Granite City. The pictures of her will probably sell even better than the other two. And the pictures of us raping her will go over real big!"
"Oh, no!" Becky cried out. Her hands went to her forehead, and she had a horrible expression of pain on her face. But it hid the fact that her fingers went into her scalp and found the lockpick that was hidden there. Apparently they had not been as diligent in searching her! She pulled her hands together in front of her and bent her upper body forward, bowing to Catwoman. "Oh please, you can't do this! I'm a virgin, I was saving myself for my wedding night. What will my boyfriend think if he finds out I am... soiled!" Her performance hid the fact that she had picked the locks on her handcuffs and they were only hanging loose on her wrists. She dropped to one knee and put her hands down in front of her legs. "Oh, PLEASE!" Again her actions hid the lockpick opening the leg irons.
Catwoman stared at Becky's antics. "A super-heroine virgin? Soiled?" She turned to the other two captives. "Where the hell did you dig her up? You should be embarassed to be seen with her!" Huntress spoke up. "Don't look at me. It was Batgirl's idea to drag her along. A disgust at stupid blonde bimbos is probably the only thing we have in common, you fiendish feline." Batgirl leaned towards Huntress and put an elbow into her ribs. Batgirl spat at her companion, "Don't talk about Glory Girl that way, Huntress. She's my friend!"
Becky shuffled slowly over to Batgirl and put her hands on those of the Dark Damsel's. "Oh, Batgirl, please get me out of this. You know I can't stand pain." Batgirl's face was careful to avoid revealing that she had heard the clicks when Rebecca picked the locks on her handcuffs. Becky dropped to the floor and sobbed miserably. "Please Batgirl, you promised to keep me from getting into trouble." While down there, the manacles on Batgirl's ankles were opened up. Batgirl looked down and yelled at Becky. "Glory Girl, your cowardice disgusts me. Get away from me. I thought better of you!" Batgirl turned her body to the side, her face raised with an expression of disgust.
Becky continued to sob. She crawled over to Huntress, (while continuing to be careful to avoid pulling loose the unlocked restraints) and begged at her feet. "Huntress, can't you help someone who is defenseless? Please do something for me!" Helena shouted down at her, "You're disgusting! I can't..." she felt the leg irons loosen... "ah, can't put up with you, you sniveling coward." she bent down and grabbed Glory Girl's hands to pul Becky upright. "Pull your self together" she shouted, then in a low whisper, added, "Nice move, blondie!" Helena's handcuffs were then added to the list of opened restraints. Now the three prisoners were ready to make their move.
Helena's cuffs flew off and Batgirl sprang out of her restraints, and they plowed into the henchmen who were taken unawares. Although the girls were deprived of their gear and outnumbered, the men went down quickly before the fighting skill of Batgirl and the Huntress. One of the men thought he would have an easier target with Glory Girl. He charged at her, but she sidesteped, grabbed his arm and swung him around, leaving him flying across the room. He landed on the table with the electronic helmets. As he came off the table, the helmets were in several pieces.
Catwoman looked over and groaned. "Those cost me a small fortune!" She looked at the battle and thought with the men still standing she might be able to take on Batgirl and the Huntress and win. It was very tempting. She had long wanted to have both of them, especially Batgirl, in her clutches. But the added element of the blonde, who didn't seem to be as hopeless as she pretended to be, made the feline fiend change her mind. If she kept this up, she would be the prisoner. She grabbed the shoulder of the henchman with the camera and headed for the door. Glory Girl jumped after them, but the door was snapped shut and locked just before she reached it. She turned to Batgirl and Huntress, who were just putting down the remaining henchmen. "Quick, get this door open -- we have to catch them before they get away with those pictures! We can't allow anybody to see photos like that!"
Huntress looked at Batgirl and held her arms wide. "Bats, how can she be this dumb! What do you see in her?" Batgirl walked over to one of the tables, where she found a carton holding their costumes. She started to get dressed. "Huntress, I have warned you..." Batgirl said with an edge of anger, "she's my friend and I am getting sick and tired of your sniping at her! She's just a little... new at this."
Huntress looked angrily back at Batgirl and shouted, "Well, let's finally teach her the facts of super-heroine life." Helena walked across the room to another table, where a computer set-up was running. The Huntress went to the keyboard and brought up a Google screen. "Blondie, this is the internet." "I know that!" Becky snapped back. Helena's fingers ran over the keyboard. She typed in "Glory Girl" and hit search. The computer told her there were over eighteen thousand hits on her name. She went back and typed in "Glory Girl Nude" and hit search. The screen listed the first of over five thousand hits with this description. Becky's jaw dropped and she silently came over to sit in the other chair, staring at what was on the screen. Helena went to web-site after web-site, each displaying pictures of Glory Girl naked. Becky suddenly cried out. "Wait -- I never posed like that... those aren't my breasts... that's not my... she's got a ring in her pussy!" Helena turned to Becky and said, "That's right -- the pictures are fakes. They take your picture and cut out the head, pasting it on someone else's body. This one isn't even that good. You can see the seam on the neck where they pasted it in. Some of these guys do a better job..." Huntress flipped through more sites until she found a picture of Glory Girl in the nude being raped by while tied down on a table, "...like this one. It looks alost real."
Becky was suddenly sobbing, and tears ran down her face. She choked out the words. "It is real. It's from the night in the auto yard when a gang captured me." Batgirl, who had finished getting dressed came over and put her arm around Becky's shoulder and held her. Huntress backed out of that picture and turned to Glory Girl. "The pictures are out there. Real or fake, we have to live with them. We're in the spotlight and sometimes the spotlight is nasty. You learn to live with it or you get out of the business, Blondie!"
Batgirl put her hand on Helena's shoulder and yelled. "Huntress, I warned you to stop pushing her!" The Dark Damsel pulled something out of her utility belt and sprayed a mist into Helena's face. The Huntress only had time to register surprise on her face before she passed out and slumped in the chair. Becky rubbed at the tears in her eyes and asked, "Why did you do that?" "Weren't you listening, Beck? I have been after her all night to stop picking on you." Batgirl eased the Huntress out of the chair to the floor. "I'm going to get her dressed. You get your outfit on, then we can get out of here."
As she dressed, Rebecca asked Batgirl, "How did they get the picture at the auto yard? I didn't see any camera there?" Batgirl paused from pulling a uniform onto the unconscious Huntress and said, "Somebody might have had a little digital in their pocket. It even could have been taken with a cell phone. It happens. You just have to hope everybody thinks the pictures are fake."
Becky got up, fully dressed. "Now what do we do?" Batgirl smiled and pulled up Helena, tossing her over her shoulder. "We teach her a little lesson." Barbara went over what she had planned. She asked Rebecca if she wanted in on it. Becky smiled and said, "Babs, that's a nasty, disgusting little trick to play on her. I'm in!."
Becky went over and picked the lock on the door. Batgirl carried Huntress out and they stopped a cab. The astonished cab driver took them to where their bikes had been stashed, and he spun around and used a little camera to snap a picture of the three lovely heroines in the back of his cab. He wouldn't take a cent for the ride, saying he would never have a more famous group in the back of his cab and that the picture was worth a fortune to him. At the bikes, Babs tied Huntress behind her and fired up her bike. "OK, Glory Girl, you find an all night drug store and get what we need. I'll be at Helena's apartment waiting."
The next morning, Helena woke up in her bed, under the satin sheets totally nude. Her head throbbed. Why, she wondered did Catwoman have to use the crappy knockout gas that always gave the victim such a hangover. What a night. Catwoman and that stupid blonde idiot. She realized that Becky had been the one who saved the trio, but that didn't matter. She was a blonde and Helena hated blondes. As she was growing up, though he loved Helena and her mother, her father didn't hide the fact that he went through a succession of mistresses. They were all dumb and blonde and took up time her father should have spent with her. Blondes did that to her.
Helena wondered what time it was. She rolled over to look at the alarm clock. But a small box was on the night stand in front of the clock. A piece of paper was taped to the box. She read what the note said: "H -- I warned you to stop picking on GG. -- B." She stared at this for a minute. What could that mean? She finally reached out and pulled the paper aside and looked at the box. It said "Lady Clairol..."
She dove out of the bed and dashed across the room. In the bathroom, she flipped on the light and stared into the mirror. And then she screamed, long and hard. For she was looking at her own face. Surrounded by a full head of long... silky... blonde hair!