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Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely coincidental.
Pirate King was created by, and is property of, Glavas K.
Batgirl: Terror Cove by Glavas K.
Part Four
Batgirl woke with a start, half expecting Pirate King and his men to be looming over her. They were not.
The sun had set and night had fallen. Overhead, a trillion stars twinkled on a sheet of darkest velvet. The only light was the glow of Gotham to the left of the scene, and even that seemed peaceful.
The mini-sub was still beached. Low tide had completed the Dark Angel’s earlier task. Cautiously, but with a head groggy from sleep, Batgirl crept to the sub and began to silently search it. Within minutes, she crawled from its empty depths, relieved to find the vessel still empty.
Unsure of the time because her watch, as well as her utility belt, were still in Pirate King’s lair, Batgirl decided that she could put off the swim to her father’s boat no longer. Gracefully, she dove into the cool water and began the long swim out to the boat.
The swim was a long one. Too long. By the time she had reached the cabin cruiser, Batgirl was again exhausted. She clung to the rear ladder for a few minutes, just to get her breath.
“Guess I’m a little bit more tired that I thought I was,” she said to herself. Her voice sounded loud out on the silent water. “That calls for a couple of days off, I think. Maybe some shopping.”
With great effort, Batgirl hoisted herself out of the water and onto the deck of the cabin cruiser. She sat on the rear bench for a moment, to enjoy the view of the moonlit cove as much as to rest, before heading toward the radio. Water glistened on her skin and ran down her body in rivulets as she entered the cabin.
Without warning as she approached the radio, Batgirl felt the cold touch of two metal prongs in the small of her back. Suddenly, her body seized as thousands of volts of electricity entered her. Her teeth ground together and her limbs stiffened with the shock of the electric attack. Her whole body shook, causing her luscious breasts to jiggle in her bikini. Then the young woman found the floor rushing up to meet her. She lay panting and gasping, her muscles trembling from the assault.
After a few moments, she felt the two metal prongs press onto one of her ass cheeks. A short cry escaped the Girl Wonder’s wet, red lips and then her body began to convulse again. She helplessly flopped on the floor, which was damp from her skin rubbing across it. The electricity shot through her ass and pounded her nervous system, turning Batgirl into nothing more than an abused puppet being thrashed by a wicked child.
When the prongs left her ass, she slumped into a heap. And there Batgirl lay, in a mound, as someone moved about behind her. Her mind screamed at her to get up and fight, but her tired, shocked muscles failed to respond. She breathed in pants, her heart hammering next to her laboring lungs.
The person behind her moved and, once again, Batgirl felt the metal prongs on the wet skin of her bare ass cheek. Another short, almost dog-like, cry escaped her and then her tongue jammed itself up against the roof of her mouth and her teeth clenched, cutting off any further cries. The young woman tried to shriek, but her throat was now closed off. Her body thumped against the floor, causing her muscles to batter themselves against the wood. Then, with a tremendous lurch, Batgirl’s young body seized and she collapsed into unconsciousness.
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When Batgirl woke, it was still dark and there were men standing all around her. She was lying on the floor at the aft of her father’s boat. Her arms were tightly bound with what appeared to be some of the cargo straps from her father’s equipment. Her legs were spread and bound to the boat’s benches with the same kind of cargo straps. She was not gagged, but Pirate King tightly held her head.
“Hello, there,” he said. “Good to see you back with us.”
“What did you do to me?”
Pirate King held up a familiar object: Batgirl’s own electric prong Bat-stun gun.
“You should really make a habit of collecting your toys when you are done playing, Batgirl. Not many honest people out there, I’m afraid.”
“How did you escape, you son of a bitch?”
Pirate King laughed. “Did you seriously think that I would hold up in some underwater cave with no way out? Did you think that I would allow myself to suffocate in the off chance that some do-gooder wrecked my sub? You insult me, Batgirl. And after all we’ve been through together.”
“Fuck you.”
“No, actually ‘fuck you’.” The blonde pirate began laughing again as his henchman Fore moved to kneel between the Girl Wonder’s legs. To Batgirl’s horror, the thug was undoing his pants -- as were the other three henchmen.
“No! You can’t!” Batgirl began to thrash around in her bonds, but they were too tight and the cargo straps were too strong.
“Oh, how couldn’t I?” Pirate King asked as Fore tore the crimefighter’s bikini from her svelte body. “If I killed you before letting my men have their way with you, I’d have a mutiny on my hands! I’d never be able to get another henchman on the East Coast, never mind Gotham!”
Fore crawled in between Batgirl’s legs, his erect penis brushing against the girl’s thighs.
“No! Please, don’t!” Batgirl screamed as the thug lowered himself down on her. She shrieked when the head of his penis touched her pussy lips. Over his shoulder, Batgirl could see the other men lined up and stroking their erections.
Then Fore thrust his pelvis forward, burying his penis halfway inside of Batgirl. She cried out and then began wailing as the man muscled his way past her vaginal muscles. Soon, he was rhythmically thrusting into her with his face buried into the soft folds of her neck. Her smaller body was soon forced to fall into the rhythm of the sexual pounding, causing everything in her vision to be a blur. Her muscles strained against the rapist, but she was still too weak from the past few days. Her screaming stopped and was replaced by the gasps of air which were forced from her lungs.
Soon, however the man stiffened and seized, crushing her sleek body with his more powerful muscles. Inside of her, the man’s penis spasmed and shot forth its milky load. As he came, he continually squeezed the young woman’s body with his arms until she could no longer draw a breath. White spots appeared in Batgirl’s vision and she feared that she would pass out -- or did she welcome the release from the horror?
The man collapsed on her then, resting for a few minutes before pulling out of her and crawling away.
Aft took his place.
“No, please!” Batgirl begged, but the men just laughed.
“You probably wrecked our sub and, in doing so, our meal ticket,” Pirate King leered from where he held the Caped-Crusader’s head. “There will be no mercy for you, Batgirl.”
The viscous Aft crouched down before Batgirl and entered her easily. With a wicked smile, the mean-spirited thug whom Batgirl had kicked in the groin days before, began thrusting. Batgirl gritted her teeth and tried to struggle against him, but, again, the man was too strong and she was still too weak. Her body collapsed beneath him and she was forced to endure another viscous rape. Aft’s hands mauled Batgirl’s pert breasts, crushing them like dough. His pelvis slammed against her again and again, drawing involuntary gasps from her lips. When he came in her, Aft squeezed her breasts with all the strength in his hands, causing Batgirl to scream in agony. Her screams, which threatened to vibrate her tender throat into raw meat, became sobs when the thug released her breasts. Those sobs continued well into the next rape, perpetrated by Port.
Port was slow. He pulled out of her and pushed into her slowly and deliberately. He grinned at the young crime fighter the entire time, even though her sobs caused her to have her eyes closed through most of the rape. Several times, he rubbed her face tenderly, and each time she found herself pressing up against his hand. She would pull away, but the next time the thug tried the same ploy, Batgirl found herself again rubbing against his hand. She knew that she was only doing so because she was delirious, but it still sickened her.
Sometime during Port’s turn, Pirate King released Batgirl’s head and slipped away.
When Port stiffened to cum, he hurriedly pressed his lips against Batgirl’s, eliciting a passionate kiss from the fatigued and shell shocked crime fighter. Deep into the kiss, Batgirl realized what was happening and tried to pull away. Down in her pussy, Port’s penis was pumping seamen into her defenseless vagina. Port’s tongue jerkily probed the girl’s mouth as he climaxed, until Batgirl tried to bite him. Port pulled his tongue away and then pulled out of the superheroine.
Starboard knelt down and maneuvered his way past the young woman’s thighs and easily into her pussy. Batgirl gasped as the man’s shaft slid into her. As the he trusted, Starboard rubbed his hands over every inch of her body, massaging and caressing her. He had enjoyed the reaction which Port had received through mock tenderness and decided to attempt some on his own. Batgirl’s body, pounded into sexual meat, responded to his touch remarkably. She pressed up against his hands and groaned as he massaged her. Starboard’s thrusts were slow but steady, and combined with his strong, sensual touch, threatened to drive the Dark Angel of Gotham over the edge. When Starboard climaxed, his cum spraying into the helpless heroine, he pressed his lips to Batgirl’s as Port had done. The act, combined with the others, forced Batgirl over the cliff of sexual pleasure, and she came despite her numbed horror. Together, the rapist and the victim, the predator and the prey, both came and thrashed their bodies together. Starboard clutched at Batgirl and she forced herself up against him, milking his penis with her exhausted vaginal muscles. Then, the pair collapsed and panted together until Starboard pulled out and struggled to his feet.
“Good job, dude,” Port congratulated his fellow henchman. Fore and Aft slapped Starboard on the back as the man tried to catch his breath.
Batgirl lay panting on the deck, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed. Her whole body was covered with sweat, although most of it was not hers. Unconsciously, she gyrated her hips and rubbed her buttocks against the deck.
“Alright, get her up!” Pirate King ordered, stepping from the cabin. “Fun’s over.” Pirate King was dressed in black swim trunks; the letters “PK” were drawn over crossed cutlasses on the left hip. On his back was an air tank. In his hand he carried Batgirl’s discarded air tank.
The henchmen released Batgirl’s ankles and then bound them together as per Pirate King’s directions. Around her waist, they secured three nondescript weight belts. Together, the henchmen unbound Batgirl’s arms and maneuvered her air tank onto her back before re-securing the girl’s arms. Her mask was situated on her face and they lifted her to the rear of the boat. She was too weak to resist.
“Well, here we are at the end of our relationship, Batgirl. It was enlightening and enjoyable, but, as they say, all good things must come to an end.”
“You can’t do this.” Batgirl weakly whispered. “You can’t kill me.”
“I’m afraid I can and I will. And then we’ll retrieve our sub and continue with our plans, sans interfering Batgirl, of course.”
“You’ll never get away with this!” Batgirl cried feebly.
Pirate King smiled.
“Oh, I’m afraid I already have.”
With a strong shove, Pirate King pushed Batgirl over the side of her father’s cabin cruiser. She managed to draw a deep breath before she plunged into the black water. Her body, weighed by the three weight belts, sunk quickly and soon she found herself lying on the bottom in the darkness. She had once held her breath for two and a half minutes, but that had been while relaxing in her room. Already, she could feel her lungs demanding air which she could not provide. Next to her, her rebreather was floating in the darkness, precious air escaping into the tomb which Raven’s Cove was quickly becoming.
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