Batgirl: Fun with Dick & Rose

BEWARE: JD is a very extreme author, proceed with caution.

Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don't own any of DC Comics's characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.

Additional Credit: Based on a suggestion by 'omfg' on Deathstalker's forum.

Part one: The Black Canary

Batgirl raced across the rooftops of Gotham. Despite being at the top possible level of fitness for a human 19 year old, Cassandra Cain's heart was hammering in her chest. Oracle's distress signal was coming loud and clear, but Batgirl had been unable to contact her for more information. She was worried for her friend's safety. She was heading in alone. Batman was offworld with the JLA and JSA, Nightwing had been unreachable recently, The Spoiler/Robin IV was dead, tortured and raped to death by Black Mask. Anyway, Batgirl had beaten Lady Shiva in one-on-one combat, something even Batman had never managed; she didn't need help.

She was clad in her standard tight black leather costume, from head to boots. Her well-defined musculature was clearly visible through the tight leather on her arms and legs. Her face was totally obscured by the cowl she wore, a different design to the one famously used by Barbara Gordon aka Oracle in her days as the first Batgirl. The black-leather clad heroine reached the building across from Oracle's and lent forward onto the roof wall. Her curvaceous breasts moved with her heavy breathing beneath the yellow-outline bat symbol on her chest as the partly-Asian teenager looked down through the open blinds of Oracle's apartment.

The lights were on and Batgirl saw Oracle's wheelchair turned over on its side. The Apartment had been trashed – there seemed to have been quite a fight in the room. Oracle's possessions were strewn about the floor. Batgirl realised after a few moments intense examination that there was a booted foot sticking out amongst the trashed furniture and belongings. Oracle was hurt in there!

The costumed heroine went over the wall and down the side of the building using one of the high tensile cables employed by the 'Bat family.' She crossed the street at speed and climbed the stairs up to Oracle's place. To her surprise, the door to the apartment was locked, and showed no sign of being forced. Batgirl stood back and twisted into a strong martial arts kick that knocked the lock right out of the door and into the room. She pushed the door open and stepped into the mess on the apartment floor. The sexy young heroine moved carefully over to the visible boot and pulled aside the garbage strewn over its owner to find The Black Canary, Dinah Lance.

Cassandra gasped sharply behind her hood. The Black Canary's costume was cut open at the crotch, which was a mess of blood, semen and the dead heroine's own urine. Her costume was also torn open at the top. Her breasts were bare and exposed, discoloured with hand-shaped bruises from a brutal mauling and human bite marks. A black cord was still tightly wrapped around her neck, her tongue protruded from her mouth. Below the cord her throat had been slashed open and blood pooled beneath the dead heroine's neck. Her blonde hair was messily spread about her head and her blue eyes were wide and unseeing. The woman's face seemed to be wet. Her arms were broken, with one bone protruding from a bloody wound. Cassandra knelt down; the body was still warm. Dinah's finger twitched. Death had been only a short time before. There was also a strong smell of female arousal, seemingly from the sticky wetness on the dead heroine's face.

Batgirl looked around the apartment for clues, for reasons, for anything. Oracle's apartment was full of gadgets, Batgirl found a small cardboard sign on top of the DVD player. A downward arrow pointed at the play button. She thought of booby traps, but the brutal abuse meted out to The Black Canary suggested the person behind this crime wouldn't be happy with just blowing up Batgirl. She pressed the play button.

The screen lit up to show a familiar figure; Ravager aka Rose Wilson, the daughter of Deathstroke The Terminator. On their last encounter, Batgirl had badly wounded the psychotic assassin, leaving her bloody and near mortally wounded. She'd come close to defeating Batgirl in the past though, and her remaining eye gleamed madly as she looked into a handheld camera lens.

"Batbitch! My lover and I are keen to fulfil the outstanding contract on your life. This time we won't be playing by your rules, we'll be playing with ours and ours alone. You will come alone to the old Roberts Metal Works... We have Oracle here to entertain us... Cassandra. I don't think she's going to run away on her own, and if my monitoring toys catch any kind of communication from you calling for help I slice her from cunt from throat! Watch what we'll do to her if you don't hurry..."

The video fizzed with harsh static, and then showed the door of Oracle's apartment, then panned across to show... Dick Grayson! The former Robin and current Nightwing, though he was out of costume. Nightwing had joined Deathstroke to fight with the Assassin's daughter! Oracle saw an old and trusted friend and opened the door with her guard down. He greeted her and she him, apparently unaware of the camera. As Oracle turned her chair and wheeled away from the door Dick stepped into the room and pulled a soaking rag from his pocket. He held it over the wheelchair bound girl's mouth. Oracle panicked as the chemical smell filled her senses and she pulled helplessly at Dick's arm. Her cry of shock was muffled behind rag and hand. Overcome by the fumes she her body went limp.

The camera operator, Rose, followed Dick Grayson into the apartment. He pushed Oracle's limp body out of the wheelchair to land on her face. He bound her hands tightly behind her back and then tied a cloth gag in her mouth and around her head. A sudden female voice from the next room clearly startled Dick and, from the shake of the camera, its operator.

"Okay, I've dug those documents out from the cupboard, had a hell of a time finding them! You of all people should have better filing than that."

Dick Grayson moved to stand beside the bedroom door, while Rose took her camera to film from the other side. She caught The Black Canary's shock perfectly as the fully costumed heroine came out of the bedroom to find her friend bound, gagged and unconscious on the floor. Dick took advantage and put a heavy side kick into The Black Canary's stomach, momentarily doubling her over. She cried out before righting herself and taking a fighting stance in front of Dick Grayson.

"What the hell are you doing, Dick?" her diaphragm hurt as she tried to draw breath for her Canary Cry ultrasonic scream.

"Quick, Lover! Do her! We can film it as a message to Batbitch... and it'll be fun"

Ravager's voice off came from off camera and she whirled to face Ravager, before realising Dick Grayson was her main threat. She turned into another staggering stomach punch as Dick Grayson slammed his fist into the shiny black material of her costume, just above her cunt.

The heroine fought the former hero, but despite her superpowers she was little match for a man trained to the peak of physical perfection. The place was trashed quickly as they fought all over, with Dick Grayson getting the best of it. He punched and kicked the blonde woman black and blue as she tried to defend herself. The Black Canary realised she was outmatched and tried to flee, but Dick held her arms tightly to her sides and slammed his knee into her cunt.

Rose zoomed the camera in for a close up on The Black Canary's anguished face as she cried out, unable to draw breath into an attack. Her body shook as Dick slammed his knee in again, and again, pounding her most sensitive spot with punishing powerful knee blows. He dropped the blonde to the ground and pulled back his leg. With a brutal noise of cracking ribs her slammed his foot into her chest, relishing the sound of breaking bones inside her costume. He moved for a better angle and then drove his foot in again. The Black Canary's eyes were filled with tears as she tried to protect herself with her arms. Dick Grayson pressed his toe hard into the defeated heroine's throat, applying his weight to her windpipe. The Black Canary's crying was cut off into strangulated gasping.

"Wait, lover, we can put on more of a show than this!"

Rose Wilson set the camera up on a shelf, to give a clear view, and then crossed into the shot. Like Dick, she wasn't wearing her Ravager costume. Instead, she wore calf length black leather boots with stiletto heals, a black leather skirt so short as to almost be a belt, and a sight black top which exposed her navel and through which the outline of her hard nipples could clearly be seen. Out of costume there was a simple black patch over her missing eye; the orb she'd removed to honor her father.

As Dick Grayson lifted the pressure on The Black Canary's throat she tearfully gasped out a hoarse question,

"Why? Dick? Why are you," she coughed, "doing this? You're a hero! You're one of the good guys!"

Dick looked down into the blonde's tear-filled eyes and felt his cock straining against his pants. Ever since Deathstroke had injected him he'd been a changed person – Psychotic, just like the man's own daughter, Rose Wilson. His lover took a knife from her boot and crouched between The Black Canary's finely toned fishnet clad legs. She held it for the heroine to see and then slashed the blade between the sobbing blonde's thighs. She carelessly cut open the crotch of the Black Canary's costume, slicing into her cunt lips with the razor sharp metal blade. The Black Canary yelped as blood began to flow and Rose bared her shaven cunt. Dick and Rose laughed as they realised she was blushing at the indignity of her most private area being on display.

The Black Canary felt the shame burning in her, and struggled with renewed vigour. She tried to twist and throw Dick Grayson's foot off of her. He quickly thwarted her efforts by reaching down and gripping her left arm below the elbow. He looked into her eyes and drank in her fear before cleanly snapping the bone with a twist he learned from Batman. The Black Canary's high-pitched scream made his cock twitch, so he broke her right arm the same way, then broke it yet again above the elbow. This break he did differently, sadistically forcing the raw bone through skin and muscle to emerge white and bloody from her toned flesh. He looked around to see his lover, Rose Wilson, roughly fingering The Black Canary's bloody snatch with three fingers, with her other hand up her own short skirt. The Black Canary began to babble, pleading with Dick to help her, to spare her life. She made promises, offered to be his slave, anything to live.

"She's ready for your dick, Dick," Rose told him with a harsh laugh, as she pulled her fingers free and licked the defeated heroine's unwilling juice and blood from them.

"Plough her for me good, lover. I want to feel her scream into my pussy before she dies..."

Rose Wilson moved up The Black Canary's trembling broken body while Dick Grayson dropped his pants to the messy apartment floor and moved between shaking her shaking fishnet-clad thighs. He rubbed the large bulbous head of his blood turgid nine-inch cock against the bloody shaven lips of The Black Canary's snatch and watched Rose pull her skirt up around her waist. Rose Wilson's nipples were sticking out almost an inch each behind her tight black top and her recently fingered pussy was running with arousal; both from watching The Black Canary's beating and the thoughts of the perverted acts she and her lover were going to carry out.

Deathstroke's daughter tightly gripped the fallen blonde's hair in her hands and settled her weight onto the woman's face. At the same time Dick Grayson drove his entire nine-inch cock into the woman's bloody cunt, in a single thrust. The Black Canary's Scream vibrated into Rose's high;y aroused pussy and the assassin moaned with delight. The sharp breakings in The Black Canary's arms, the fractured ribs and the savage beating she'd taken from Dick were nothing compared to the splitting agony as her cunt was violated. She felt like a baseball bat had been forced into her.

Rose dropped her blade and drew a black cord from her boot. She watched Dick raping The Black Canary hard and felt pleasure building in her pussy. She draped the cord across The Black Canary's throat. Rose reached down, and pulled each end out under the opposite side of The Black Canary's defenceless neck. The Black Canary knew then what her fate would be, but she was beyond fighting. She welcomed an end to her agony.

Dick Grayson snarled and tore down The Black Canary's costume to reveal her tanned breasts. As he humped between her splayed thighs, punishing her cunt with his massive cock, he bit down on her nipples and breasts bringing further groans from her, and mauled the shuddering titflesh with his strong hands. The blood around his cock eased his passage in The Black Canary's mostly dry cunt, the intense tightness bringing pleasure and pain to his manhood.

Rose Wilson threw back her head and laughed as she rocked her hips on The Black Canary's face. She mercilessly drew the black cord tight, pulling outwards and backwards. The cord bit painfully into the flesh of The Black Canary's throat. Rose she rubbed her cunt towards a climax, smearing her juices over the blonde heroine's pretty features and teary blue eyes. The Black Canary felt the cord tighten and realised the end to her pain was coming soon. No longer able to fight back, she was smothered by Rose Wilson's ass and pussy, strangled by the cord around her throat. Her brain started to fog and the long thrusts into her cunt started to feel good, impossibly good. How could it be that she was taking pleasure in her own rape/murder?

Dick Grayson felt her body bucking against him and her snatch quickly grow far slicker with unwilling arousal. He bit hard into The Black Canary's left bled, tasting blood as her cunt squeezed his cock.

"Little... Canarycunt likes it!" he gasped, as he started to speed up his thrusts into the broken heroine's bloody pussy. The Black Canary felt only pleasure and pain as she died, climaxing as Rose Wilson gushed over her crimson face. Dick felt hot urine splash against his crotch as The Black Canary asphyxiated and with the pleasure of his first shared murder he slammed balls deep into her cunt and sprayed her womb with his sperm, firing hot loads of semen into The Black Canary's bloody corpse.

When Rose's climax abated she dropped forward, supporting her weight on her arms. The two killers shared a sticky kiss atop their victim's body. Their tongues passionately entwined as they basked in the joint glow of life taken.

"Think this'll bring Batslut running? We came for Oracle and got a two for one special. I love Gotham City!" Rose asked as her fingers found the discarded blade. She sliced The Black Canary's throat open, making sure she wouldn't be resuscitated. Blood began to flow from the fresh wound.

"She'll come. She won't want us to do worse to Oracle," Dick Grayson turned and winked into the camera.

"I'll set off Oracle's distress call and get Cassandra here as fast as her little legs can carry her."

The tape fizzed again, and Cassandra Cain, Batgirl, was looking again into the one eyed face of the assassin Rose Walker.

"Come alone... Come quickly, because we've already had all the time you've been watching this with Oracle! Oh, while I'd really love to kill you in person, I'm not so stupid as to miss the chance for an easy kill. This DVD will self-destruct in five seconds. If you take the window, you might make it out alive."

Batgirl flipped away from the TV and sprinted towards Oracle's apartment window. She dove through the open upper pane, flipped around a lamp post, and landed across the street. One second later the entire apartment building exploded, knocking her from her feet. Dick and Rose must have been planning for weeks, to have pre-planted so much explosive material and bring the building down so quickly.

Cassandra was slammed bodily against the wall behind her, forcing a sexy grunt from her lungs. She dropped to her knees and watched as the fire destroyed evidence. The crime fighter mentally added the murder of the other residents to their crimes. The Black Canary was dead. Oracle captured, Nightwing corrupted. Vengence was not the way of the Batman, but Batgirl intended to finish what she'd started with Rose Wilson once and for all. The partly-Asian realised she was sexually aroused. Was this how Lady Shiva felt when she imagined slaughtering a foe, or was it something else? She blushed behind her cowl, and then headed for the Steel Works.

Part Two: Oracle

Oracle's limp body lay on the hard metal floor of a black van. Locked deeply into a chemical sleep, Barbara Gordon was trapped in a nightmare she couldn't escape from. Constantly reliving the night The Joker shot her and took away forever her life as Batgirl. The clownish psychopath had crippled her, brutally sexually abused her and, for the ultimate humiliation, ensured pictures ended up all over the world. Many men and women had masturbated over the images of her torturous defilement at the hands of Batman's nemesis. During her time gathering information as Oracle she'd continuously been faced with web discussions, archives, sites - all of them reliving and even celebrating her crippling defilement.

Dick Grayson drove the van through the streets of Gotham city. A police tuner crackled with stories of a typical night in Gotham City.

"...goddamn it, We're surrounded! Send back up NOW! Officers down! Repeat officers down!"

It was the Hispanic Detective, Renee Montoya's, voice. Nightwing knew her well and enjoyed listening to the fear in her voice. He recalled her tough body, and the way it moved in her clothes. The dispatcher's voice came back in reply.

"...All officers engaged with Two Face and King Croc's gang war in Gotham Heights. Nobody's available. We're sending a team as soon as possible."

"That isn't good enough; Ivy's mutant spider/plant hybrids are all over the place... One of them bit Harvey's head right off! Get Batman down here! Call for any metahumans available! These things aren't going down at all!"

There was a burst of gunfire and sick, painful noises. Masculine cries of agony.

"Oh Jesus, I'm the last one left... everyone's dead. There's..." There was the sound of further gunfire, and then a gun clicking on empty. Renee's voice came back, babbling and scared.

"Ohjesusohjesusmarygod I don't want to die... Get away! Get back! They've got my arms in their mouths! There's one on my backl! HELP ME! MOMMY, ANYONE! No! NOOO!"

"Detective Montoya, SWAT Team ETA five minutes. Hold on!"

Detective Montoya's voice broke into incoherent screams mixed with the sound of fabric tearing and punishing blows.

"IT'S INSIDE ME! OH GODS, IT'S RAPING ME IT'S..." Renee's voice broke off into gurgling and laboured breathing. It was replaced with a rhythmic squelching noise, clicks and hisses. The radio clipped to her clothing broadcast it all.

"Scratch the SWAT Team, All officers avoid West Park, major supervillain activity, officers dead," there was a click as the dispatcher mishit the button he meant to end his signal. His comments to his fellow dispatcher were relayed out over the police band, "Oh and one uppity spic bitch. Best call up the commissioner to shine the Bat Signal, eh Joe? That Ivy, huh? I'd do her. Ahh, Jesus, Joe, are you beating off?"

The police scanner changed onto other calls and signals. It was a bad night for the good girls of Gotham City.

Dick found he really enjoyed the broadcast, instead of wanting to rush to help Montoya. He was preoccupied to some extent by Rose Wilson's head, which was bobbing in his lap as she deepthroated his throbbing prick. The assassin lightly squeezed his balls with one hand while gently jacking the base of his shaft with the other. Dick took a hand off of the wheel and pushed it down the back of Rose's skirt. She moaned around his throbbing cock as he inserted it into her snatch and then pushed the probing digit into her puckered ass. She pushed back on it eagerly and Dick thought angrily about the women he'd slept with who'd refused to take him anally because of his size; Starfire, Huntress, Oracle... Fuelled by the psychosis of the Deathstroke serum, he was eager to teach them all a lesson in respect.

The van swerved as Dick Grayson climaxed and momentarily lost control. Rose Wilson expertly swallowed Dick's seed, draining his balls with her skilled mouth and throat. Dick grunted as he fired off into Rose's tight warmth and then drove through the gates of the Roberts' Steelworks. Rose pushed his cock back into his pants and sat back into her chair. She pushed a stray strand of spunk into her mouth. The psychopathic hottie twisted to look back at Oracle and pushed her hand down her skirt.

"I want you to fuck me in the ass while we use her corpse as a mattress," she told Dick as they drove past ruined buildings.

The Roberts Steelworks had been torn apart in the quake that turned Gotham City into No Man's Land. Still marked down for eventual redevelopment, Dick Grayson and Rose Wilson had moved in and made it their own. It still appeared desolate and wreaked, but internally many buildings were refurbished. In the weeks of careful planning the place had been tricked out as a supervillain lair, using all of Batman and Deathstroke's files on superhero and villain weaknesses and flaws. Ravager had broken Poison Ivy out of Arkham Asylum to create special Metahuman defences for the metal works. Ivy hadn't been made aware of Nightwing's involvement, only Ravager. Rose Wilson therefore felt partly responsible for the deaths Ivy had caused since her release. She frigged her juice-oozing snatch as she thought about Montoya being raped to death by the spider/plant hybrids.

Dick Grayson parked the van and climbed out. An electronic device resembling a pager was clipped to his belt. It beeped.

"Batgirl's reached Oracle's place."

"I wish I could see her face when she finds The Black Canary."

"Let's get Babs into position and suit up."

Dick opened the back of the van and wrapped his hand into the unconscious girl's red hair. He tugged her limp body from the van and slung her over his shoulders. Rose slammed the van doors shut, and the pair entered a door-less arch with their captive, headed quickly for the centre of their lair. They avoided easily the many traps designed to catch both ordinary people and also any metahuman threat. Ivy's hybrids let them past – Rose Wilson had given Ivy samples of their scents and DNA; the creatures were built to ignore the both of them. Ivy had since been trying to find out who Nightwing's DNA belonged to, as she was only aware of Ravager as being her employer. Nightwing had been monitoring her progress and planned to take her out if she got too close to his true identity. He didn't want the world to know about his changed personality until he was ready.

Furthermore, Ivy's hybrids were one aspect of the metal works defences that would only attack meta-humans, though they would defend themselves against Metahuman attack. Under the effects of the Deathstroke serum – which served to increase speed and reflexes along with Nightwing's psychosis – both Nightwing and Ravager qualified. The earliest hybrids had been designed to attack both, but they had proven impossible to control. Their senses had been overcome by the millions of humans living nearby, and Ivy had taken them away to avoid them drawing attention to the Metal Works. The rampage earlier in the night that had claimed the human Detective Montoya meant they escaped, or Ivy had set them loose for kicks.

Meanwhile, on a rooftop several blocks away the tall brawny blonde super-heroine, Power Girl, and her skinny equally blonde teenage colleague from the JSA, Stargirl, had been talking with one of Gotham's more violent vigilantes, the black-maned Huntress. The two JSA members had ended up working against the same villain as Huntress and had that evening defeated him at his headquarters in the Abraxas Publishing building. An ambulance was winding its way to the hospital with the defeated villain within.

There were no victory celebrations atop the Abraxas Publishing rooftop; Stargirl lent against the flat rooftop's wall, looking out over the city with her cosmic staff leaning to her side. Power Girl and the Huntress soon stood mighty breasts to mighty breasts – with Power Girl clearly better endowed – and shouting face to face atop the roof.

"What the heck was that? We had him! Why did you shoot him with your crossbow?"

"He was a rapist and a serial killer! Putting a steel bolt though his cock is justice!"

"Justice is for the courts, Huntress! No wonder you were kicked out of the JLA!"

"Listen, stupid blonde airhead, you can take your arrogance and shove it! While you're flying around up their fighting whatever costumed loser is threatening the Earth with inflatable rocks or whatever cosmic costumed crap there is each month, I'm out in Gotham helping the real people, living real lives. Every time you lock up some psycho, they break out and kill someone again!"

Power Girl had been lost for words at 'stupid blonde airhead.' Stargirl muttered an "Uh-oh," under her breath and gently shook her dirty blonde hair out. It wasn't her fight; she was just waiting for Power Girl to head back to JSA HQ with her. She needed Power Girl to work the complicated console that would let them get an update from the rest of the JSA on Rann. Stargirl focussed her pretty blue eyes across the city. She caught movement from an unexpected direction and turned to watch a van driving through the grounds of the old Roberts Metal Works. Stargirl had taken it for derelict and abandoned and watched with mild suspicion and interest.

"You shouldn't have said that to me, Huntress! If you're going to talk garbage, I'll stuff you into a dumpster!" Powergirl snarled, grabbing Huntress's arms in her super-strength grip.

Stargirl had lost sight of the van when it drove behind a crumbled building, and when it didn't reappear after a few moments she moved along the roof top wall to see if it had parked. She turned her masked face again towards it, and saw Dick with Oracle on his shoulders, just as they went through the archway. She didn't recognise either of them out of costume, though Rose Wilson had been active without a costume in past years.

"HOLY SHIT!"

The surprise in Stargirl's voice cut through the anger of both women.

"Stargirl! Watch your mouth!," Power Girl admonished.

"Over amongst all those ruined buildings – there's a couple of people with a van, and an unconscious woman! They're taking her into one of the buildings building!"

Stargirl reached for her cosmic rod, and took to the air.

"We'll finish this later, Huntress!" Power Girl told her. The shorthaired buff blonde took off after Stargirl.

"Wait! Don't just..."

Huntress stood alone on the rooftop, and relaxed her grip on a chemical pod attached to her belt. She'd been a second away from directing it into an explosion in Power Girl's face, to free herself. It sounded like someone was in real trouble in her city, and she didn't trust the 'treat 'em soft' do-gooders to handle the psychos of Gotham. Huntress checked her weapons, and headed for the fire escape down the building's side; she too was headed for the metal works.

Dick Grayson and Rose Wilson had just finished suiting up as Nightwing and Ravager when lights began to flash on the base's main computer console.

"Hey, looks like a couple of costumed cretins saw us with Babs!," Ravager stated, without much concern, "They're flying right this way. Powergirl and the star spangled kid!"

Dick Grayson seemed more controlled as Nightwing; less crazy psychotic. Ravager moved like an assassin rather than a love-struck thrill killer. Taking on their costumed personas provided more discipline and control to their minds, but didn't change their urges or desires.

"She's Stargirl these days," Nightwing said, "and that big staff of hers isn't a toy. "

They watched as the computer identified the heroines and then Nightwing used it to send chemical signals to Ivy's hybrids. Some of the hybrids were capable of altering their capabilities to deal with specific threats, and the pheromones they received alerted them in advance of the kinds of metahuman abilities they would face. It wasn't necessary, as the system was mostly automated, but it sped up the process. They watched the heroines approach for a few more seconds, and then turned away. CCTV and hidden microphones would record the unsuspecting girl's fate.

They were in a shelf lined room with lots of equipment - aside from the computer console - with many and varies uses; there were weapons, android parts, sex toys, human rocket packs, books, magazines, porno dvds, torture implements, power tools, a hamster cage with a single gerbil spinning on a wheel, food, drink, chairs, tables... The whole room's floor was not flat, but tilted at an angle as a result of the Earthquake; it sloped like a gentle hillside. Some of the furniture within had been custom made; there was a chair bolted to the floor with two legs longed than the other two, giving a flat seat.

Oracle lay in the middle of it. Ravager and Nightwing crouched down next to her and began to cut off her clothes. They soon stripped Barbara Gordon naked. Her body was pale under the clothes; she didn't get much sun. Ravager ran a single finger gently against Oracle's scars, before roughly pulling her limp body up by the breasts.

"Did you ever have your big cock between these, lover? How about Batman? I bet he'd speak to Commissioner Gordon with his balls resting on her chin! Did the old man know the dynamic duo was double-teaming his daughter?"

Nightwing didn't answer. Ravager laughed as he attached special cuffs onto Oracle's wrists, binding her arms behind back. Unlike ordinary cuffs, the escape-trained former-Batgirl would find it impossible to get her hands free. He then pulled her head back roughly and broke a capsule beneath her nose. Oracle's eyes fluttered and she came out of her drug-induced sleep to find Ravager sitting on her long-paralysed legs, and holding her up by the breasts.

Nightwing put Oracle's spectacles back onto her face and the scene came into focus. Oracle winced, and moved as best she could to take the weight of her body off of her breasts. She recognised Ravager; Rose Wilson, Slade Wilson aka Deathstroke's daughter. She had a long association with the Teen Titans and had briefly been a member. Oracle's sources said Deathstroke had injected her with his own serum to make her more powerful; the side effect had been psychosis. Oracle also knew that she had fought Cassandra Cain, the new Batgirl, and lost. Not long afterwards Nightwing had headed away from Gotham and Bludhaven to confront Deathstroke about his daughter and try to help – but only Batman and Oracle knew that.

"Ravager! What are you doing? Who's... NIGHTWING? What's going on here?"

"I'm feeling up your juicy tits! What does it look like I'm doing?"

Oracle's face twisted as Ravager squeezed her nipples painfully. She saw madness behind Ravager's mask, burning in her one remaining eye. She turned her biggest asset on the situation; her brain. Batman wouldn't be charging to the rescue; he was off-world. It seemed certain that Nightwing was either being mind controlled, affected by the same serum as Ravager, or else playing along to some greater purpose and hoping she wasn't hurt too much. Oracle looked into Nightwing's cruel face and shivered; she didn't think he was that good an actor.

"What do you want with me? You know I won't tell you anything, Nightwing."

"We just needed you here to get young Batcunt emotional as she comes charging in to rescue you. To get her to come and fight on my terms!"

"Are you still angry she beat you, Ravager? She'll beat you again."

"She nearly killed me! She's going to pay! I'm going to keep her alive as I slice her up..."

"We don't need you here anymore, Oracle. As you've probably worked out by now, Ravager and I are both psychotic. It's quite a rush, I can tell you. All these years of putting the Joker or Two Face in Arkham Asylum and only now to feel as they feel... I've had power before, but never like this."

Nightwing had taken a long pole from a rack to the side of the room. It had a very sharp point on one end, tapering out to be as thick as a coke can for most of it's length. There seemed to be a saddle of some sort part-way along – sticking out on both sides like a pogo-stick's footpads. There were small holes at various points along the metal pole; it was clearly hollow like a pipe. Nightwing carried across to the girls; the excited Ravager and the apprehensive Oracle, and slipped the end into a round hole in the floor. There was a metal 'shnnk!' as it slid home, and then the pole stood straight up with the spiked end pointed at the ceiling. The saddle was a little above Nightwing's waist off of the floor, and he climped to sit with his thighs resting onto it.

"Oracle, do you know what we're going to do now we don't need you anymore? We're going to push this into your cunt until it comes out of your mouth. We're going to inject you with a cocktail of drugs that will keep you awake, and stop you going into shock so you can feel it all. The air holes in the hollow pole here will allow you to keep breathing until you die from loss of blood. This little saddle will hold you up so I can fuck you in the ass."

"Dick, you're stronger than this. Fight it, Dick, FIGHT IT!" Oracle pleaded with Nightwing. She remembered Dinah had been at her place when they kidnapped her, and she began to seriously worry for her friend's safety.

"Shut up bitch!"

Ravager slapped the helpless Oracle in the face, once, then again. Hard, teeth-loosening blows. She felt the sting against the palm of her hand, and the momentary pain spurred her to smack Oracle's flushed cheek again. She was looking forward to eating Oracle's bleeding, pole filled cunt around the cold metal.

There was a distant scream, barely audible through the soundproofed walls. Nightwing knew that there were probably a good deal more going on, and that it must have taken a hefty metahuman set of lungs screaming hard to penetrate the centre of their lair. Choices, choices, but he had so much more emotional investment in Oracle. Nightwing stepped way from the pole and took a syringe from the bench. He opened a beaker and filled it with the carefully prepared drug cocktail within.

"Sounds like Ivy's hybrids are having fun with Power Girl. I bet the video will be a best seller in Quarac. Get Babs's buns in the air, Ravager."

Ravager had no trouble twisting the bound and half paralysed Oracle's naked body to lie face down. The redhead's face was pressed into the cold hard floor as Ravager tightly gripped with her knees on either side of Oracle's neck. Oracle could feel the damp crotch of Ravager's costume pressing into her red hair as the ground scratched up her glasses. Oracle had no feeling in her legs and so she was not aware of Ravager grabbing them until they were pulled forward and tucked under her belly, as if kneeling, so her red-furred cunt and tight little ass were up off the ground. Oracle felt Ravager's hot breath on her ass; the assassin was leaning forward so her costumed breasts pressed against Oracle's bare back on other side of her straining cuffed arms.

Nightwing tossed the filled syringe to Ravager who caught it one handed. She flipped it around in her hand and then stabbed the needle deep into Oracle's right ass check. The redhead shuddered as Ravager laughed and pressed the syringe plunger.

"First you get a tiny little prick in your ass... then you get a really big one."

Nightwing pulled the pole out of the ground, turned it sideways, and tested it's weight in his hands. He carried the metal pole across the floor and pushed the cold tip against Oracle's cunt lips. Mortally afraid for her life, Oracle struggled harder beneath Ravager. The strong assassin controlled the helpless naked oracle effortlessly and enjoyed the movement against her crotch.

"Do it! Impale the cripple bitch! I bet this whore has never had a shaft like that before!"

Oracle's muffled pleading served only to excite her captors further. Nightwing thought about screwing her ass there and then, but he wanted to save some his seed for fucking the new Batgirl's dying body later on, after Ravager had finished with her. Gripping the cool metal pole along its length he applied pressure to push the spike-end inside Oracle. Her pleading took on a more urgent tone; the girl's wrists were rubbed raw against their bonds. Ravager's grip was like steel and with her legs useless Oracle couldn't get any leverage against the floor. The first few inches of the spike were thin and to the point, but widened quickly up to the thickness of a soda can.

"Please take it out Dick, please, I'll give you all the information you need to be a criminal mastermind, I'll be your whore and fuck you any way you like, just don't kill me."

Oracle's voice was pained. She was trying to make offers that would appeal to Nightwing's serum-warped mind, even though all her big brain was telling her was that Nightwing wanted nothing more than to kill her painfully, and enjoy her death.

The cold metal pole invaded deeper into her unwilling body. It felt utterly alien; a total violation. Her nearly virgin lips were stretched around the cold metal and the smooth shaft rubbed her clit. The pale-pink lips and bush spread so widely around the pole really turned Dick on. Oracle gasped as the tiny pointed end pushed into her cervix; Nightwing had got it right on the money. He shoved suddenly and dragged a scream from Oracle as her cervix was torn open and the end of the pole pushed up against her womb. Nightwing's cock twitched as he continued to force the pole inside his former friend's body.

The hard, cold metal ripped through the girl's womb and into her stomach. Oracle burst into incoherent screaming as she felt it pushing through her tightly coiled intestines. The thick pole even showed through the flesh of her flat stomach as Nightwing pushed again, forcing it into her chest cavity. Nightwing's muscles strained as he used all his skill and strength to push the pole past her heart without damaging it. The angle was difficult with her ass in the air and her face on the floor. Breathing was hard for Oracle, and it got harder as she felt the pole push into her throat. Oracle's screams broke off into ragged gasps, and she was now choking around the thin spike that emerged into her wounded oesophagus.

Ravager shifted off of Oracle, and held her head up as Nightwing forced more of the pole into her. Ravager felt lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through her belly as she stared into Oracle's painfilled eyes. Rich red blood was spilling from Oracle's mouth and dribbling down her chin. As the gory spike emerged from Oracle's mouth Ravager screamed in climax. A huge orgasm crashed through her body at the sight of the naked red head's total impalement.

Oracle could feel every inch of the metal that ran through her; she could feel every second of the pain it caused. The chemicals injected into her made her almost hyperaware. Her eyes were wide as she watched the dampness spreading and increasing between Ravager's costumed thighs. She could see the bloody metal extending several inches from her face; there were little bubbles in the blood, and suddenly Oracle was breathing again. He lungs weren't able to fully inflate with the pole running through her chest, but more than enough that immediate suffocation wasn't going to end the girl's suffering.

Ravager recovered quickly and gripped the bloody spike in her hands. She stood up, and Oracle's skewered body was lifted from the floor. Her legs hung limply to either side of the pole splitting her pussy wide, while still she struggled against the bonds that bound her arms behind her back. The additional stress of her body weight hanging on the metal pole served only to increase Oracle's intense agony. She was unable to cry out with her throat blocked, and could only stare with pain wracked eyes at Ravager until the two villains pushed the pole into it's slot. Oracle stared up the bloody length of pole that emerged between her teeth towards the ceiling. She was unable to move her head at all.

Nightwing stood back and watched as Oracle's weight on the pole caused her to slide bloodily down it. The widening spike at the end stretched her mouth wide and then dislocated her jaw, tearing her facial muscles as it pressed through. She came to rest against the saddle built onto the pole. It pressed against her sensationless thighs and left her exposed butt at the perfect height for the fat nine inch cock Nightwing was levering from his costume pants.

"I like it. Oracle on a stick," Ravager said, "only negative is we don't get to hear her scream."

Ravager rubbed her bloody hands against Oracle's breasts, then traced her hand along the length of the pole where it pushed Oracle's flesh out from within. The impaled girl's juicy rack rose and fell quickly with her pained breathing. The dying heroine's sweat soaked body was utterly helpless, impaled from cunt to mouth on thick cold metal. Ravager dropped to her knees and licked the blood seeping out from Oracle's splayed pussy lips. Oracle felt Nightwing's precum-slick bulbous cockhead against her totally virgin asshole. He grimaced as her forced it inside the redhead's fighting anal ring and added fresh torment to Oracle. He reached around and took the agonised girl's breasts in his hands, and then used them for leverage as he forced six inches of cock into her. Her naturally tight ass felt like a hot vice against his cock with the pole stuffed in her pussy.

Fresh tears streamed down from Oracle's eyes as she felt Nightwing's cock tear her ass open. He was using her skewered body like a piece of meat for his own perverted pleasure. She felt Ravager's tongue running around the pole on her blood-slick labia. The platinum-blonde masked assassin began to work on Oracle's clit with her mouth, forcing pleasure even through the intense pain. Nightwing's face was twisted into a grimace as he forced two thirds of his cock into Oracle's torn, bleeding rectum.

"You're a worthless piece of fuckmeat, whore. That's all you ever were. I can feel your nipples hardening. You're getting off on it aren't you, you useless little slut!"

The humiliation Oracle felt as her former closest friend continued to torment her was unbearable, not just because he was her friend, but because she could feel her pleasure rising as Nightly roughly raped her ass, and Ravager suckled on her swollen clit and licked at her fatally stuffed pussy. Oracle was losing more blood with each passing second, but even her paled face showed a blush. Nightwing's balls smacked heavily into her ass as he finally thrust all nine inches of throbbing cock into her brutally distended asshole. He squeezed her breasts agonisingly hard, as if he was trying to burst them. Oracle writhed on her pole, sending a heavy stream of fresh blood down from her pussy to stain Ravager's mouth and neck

Ravager's remaining eye gleamed madly as she increased her sucking, and brought Oracle to an agony-laced climax. Nightwing pounded his cock into her spasming ass. The exquisite warmth and tightness, coupled with the evil viciousness of the rape brought off Nightwing too. He howled as he fired his thick sperm into Oracle's bowels; he humped her ass like a rutting beast until he was spent. Oracle thought she could feel every hot blast of cum inside her as the pleasure of her own climax quickly faded back into agony. Nightwing pulled his cock from her ruined rear end with a sickening noise; bloody semen began to dribble right out after it.

Oracle's body shuddered violently one last time as the heavy loss of blood dragged darkness over her eyes. Her body felt very cold, except for the hot spunk dribbling from her ass. Her last thought was one of fear for the safety of Batgirl.

"Hmmmm!"

Ravager's hand was back on her own pussy as hot urine splashed out from Oracle's urethra and filled her mouth. She rubbed furiously at her snatch and then collapsed face first into the dead heroine's snatch as she brought herself off once again. Nightwing looked from his squealing lover to the cooling meat that had been Oracle and smiled. He wiped off his cock against her sweaty dead ass and pushed it back into his costume pants. Nightwing unlocked the cuffs on the rubbed-raw wrists so that Oracle's arms hung limply at her sides.

Nightwing walked back to the computer console and checked the monitors showing the outside world. Batgirl was approaching right on time. He watched as she came through the main gates of the metal works; she knew they knew she was coming, and wanted to take whatever they had head on. There was a movement from the shadows to her left and Nightwing was surprised to see the Huntress emerge and hail Batgirl.

"She's here for you. So is the Huntress." Nightwing sounded irritated. "Huntress! Damn it! Why didn't I see here when Power Girl and Stargirl arrived?" Nightwing questioned, then, "maybe she was more subtle than the other two. She knows a few things about stealthy movement..."

Batgirl and Huntress started moving quickly through the metal works. The vigilante heroines had clearly agreed to work together.

"I'll take Batgirl. You take Huntress. What's not to like?" Ravager asked.

Nightwing's plan all along had been to make sure Ravager didn't get beaten a second time by Batgirl. Yes, all the preparations had been to ensure the balance would be heavily in Ravager's favour, but Nightwing knew there was no such thing as a foolproof plan. Huntress was too smart for most of their traps and, as an ordinary human, wouldn't be attacked by the hybrids.

The hybrids. Nightwing brought up the footage from different cameras, searching through to find out what happened to Power Girl and Stargirl, and if they were still a threat. The Hybrids would have left Stargirl alone; aside from the staff's technology she was an ordinary human girl, but Nightwing knew she was young and inexperienced, and assumed one of the many traps would take her easily, or else if she had attacked whichever hybrid had made Power Girl scream, it's self defence alone might well have accounted for her.

Ravager began to strap weapons around herself in preparation for her fight.

Part three: Power Girl & Stargirl

The JSA's finest heroines entered the seemingly derelict and abandoned metal works building through the same entrance Stargirl had seen the un-costumed Dick Grayson and Rose Wilson carry their captive, Oracle.

Stargirl held her Cosmic Staff in both hands, walking slightly behind Power Girl as the brawny blonde strode fearlessly ahead into the dark tunnels. This was not how she'd originally planned to spend her 18th Birthday. Courtney turned her head to follow Power Girl's waved arm, and saw a wall-mounted spy camera tracking them.

"This isn't a random location. The kidnappers have prepared this place in advance. They're probably watching us right now," Power Girl guessed, wrongly.

All that was observing them at that moment was the villains' automated lair defence computer, tracking and evaluating their progress. Nightwing had manually entered instructions to improve efficiency against the two particular superheroines, but after that left it to work alone. The system judged them far enough inside and then played a recording of woman in the opposite direction to where Oracle had been taken.

The recording had been made months earlier as Poison Ivy had tested her new generation of hybrids on different human subjects. This victim's recorded screams were so horrific that Stargirl had to fight the urge to run away. Power Girl looked back at her and so, chewing her lip with worry, Stargirl found new inner resolve.

In response to the distant recordings the two superheroines turned down a metal corridor. Power Girl bean to speed up which forced Stargirl to ride on the Cosmic Staff to keep pace with the veteran heroine. The teenaged heroine felt fear sing through her belly as she heard further agonised suffering, and wondered what could cause such pain and terror. Power Girl just got mad and was soon moving faster than Stargirl could hope to keep up. The young Superheroine overshot a turn, and had to turn back.

Concerned with helping the kidnapped woman and bringing justice to whoever or whatever was hurting her, neither stopped to think about how there seemed to be more corridors in the metal works than usual – though neither had much experience of metal works.

Power Girl took to the air, flying down the corridors with her arms stretched out in front and her red cape flying out behind her. The superheroine's face was twisted into a snarl of pure fury as she rounded the final corner into a large metal walled room and found... a high definition amplified speaker.

The screams had died down by then, and Power Girl could barely make out the hoarsely babbled Spanish prayer that emerged in broken sobs around the obscene squelching noises. Soon even that ended, with a wet snapping noise that, unbeknownst to Power Girl, was the sound of missing adult movie actress Mason Storm's head being bitten off and consumed some three months previously.

Arrogant, reckless in her own superiority, occasionally obnoxious. Power Girl was all of these, but she wasn't stupid. She recognised being lured into a trap immediately and turned to fly her way out and back to warn Stargirl. When she turned, she was faced with a hefty obstacle.

The tunnel was blocked by a mass of green flesh easily larger than an elephant. It had emerged silently from another corridor off the main path. The automated defence computer lowered the door behind it, while simultaneously raising and lowering other doors back along the corridor so that Stargirl would be led down a different route.

The hybrid was built much like elephant, with four thick stumpy legs holding it's body three feet from the ground, a dinosaur-like triple horned head was located at the front, though when the creature roared in challenge Power Girl witnessed rows of teeth more like a shark's. The hybrid of plant and flesh was covered over its body with a thick green mossy-fur that rippled as it moved forward. Power Girl could see the musculature moving under its skin, as well as... she wasn't sure, but it put her in mind of snakes writhing.

A furry scrotum larger than a basketball hung down between the hybrid's rear legs, while a short furry sheath showed barely a hint of shiny black flesh within. Nightwing's manual commands had sent pheromone signals to the hybrid. While it automatically identified unknown super-powered creatures as a threat, the pheromones caused it to identify her as a mate. The hybrid, like many plants, was possessed of both male and female sexual characteristics – including seed production.

Nightwing had also instructed it to prepare for her specific strengths and weaknesses, though the automated defences could've handled this after identifying her from it's database. Power Girl was totally outmatched by a creature that was going to use her for breeding and sustenance.

Power Girl didn't know this yet, and certainly wasn't afraid.

"I guess this place isn't remotely abandoned after all, huh, Fido?" she smirked, "It's Time for you to play dead."

Power Girl rose into the air and flew at the hybrid, aiming a mighty gloved fist at the creature's jaw. There was a meaty impact of flesh on bone and the hybrid stumbled sideways from the blow.

She laughed, and aimed up for another, as the strange snake-like movement under the hybrid's skin reached a peak and thick prehensile vines burst through the mossy fur to attack the hovering heroine.

While apparently covered with the same moss as the hybrid's outer skin these vines also glowed with a bright green light that filled the metal room with their glow. Power Girl gasped in sick realisation. The deadly radiation was the ultimate weakness to her Earth-Two universe Kryptonion physiology. As a superheroine, her second thought was that the hybrid must be suffering horribly from radiation sickness, but Ivy wouldn't have allowed one of her beloved creatures to suffer in such a fashion. The hybrid's genetic defences meant it felt no ill effects at all

The hybrid took advantage of Power Girl's surprise. In a matter of seconds glowing green vines securely wrapped around Power Girl's arms and legs; she screamed mightily, hoping to bring Stargirl faster – the cosmic staff would surely make short work of the room's metal door and the hybrid – but the cry died off as Power Girl weakened almost immediately.

"Great Krypton! No!" the costumed blonde struggled helplessly as the vines dragged her down and under the creature. Those growing from the front of the hybrid swapped places with those at the back until the struggling muscular blonde was securely held underneath.

She stretched her muscles, fighting hard, but the tentacle-vines pulled her arms and legs out and held her against the mossy underside of the creature's body. Power Girl was forced to turn her face to the side to prevent it being pushed into the mossy underside, though her awesome rack was soon embedded in mossy-flesh.

Power Girl's cape hung down towards the floor until further vines violently ripped it from her neck and tossed it contemptuously aside. More slid thinly between her breasts, tearing open her white costume and soon stripping her of all but her belt, panties, gloves and boots.

The feisty blonde shouted heroic defiance at the creature and also cursed Stargirl for not having arrived yet. It didn't occur to her that the teen might already be dead. Power Girl's breasts heaved with effort in her weakened state while sweat poured from her naked form.

Then two things got worse for her.

Firstly, the mossy flesh surrounding against her breasts grew down around the orbs, literally gluing them into the hybrid's stomach. Every square inch of her awesome rack was tightly attached. Power Girl could just bend her head and neck enough to see her the mossy base as the hybrid melded with her. Seconds later four-inch hollow thorns extended inside the hybrid; one into each nipple.

Power Girl screamed again as they pierced the sensitive tit flesh to the core, hard and unyielding. In her mind she felt shame at screaming in the pain she felt. It seemed to her that the Kryptonite radiation had reduced her strength and durability to sub-human levels.

The hybrid began to pump small quantities of a sap-like substance into Power Girl's breasts. The sap was a special mix which equally affected both pleasure and pain sensors and drew agonised moans from the captured heroine. Her breasts also began to swell; the hybrid needed Power Girl to be able to provide sustenance to it's offspring.

Secondly, she felt something prodding against her crotch. It felt like the end of a hot, slimy, baseball bat. The hybrid's penis had emerged from the mossy sheath to reveal a baseball bat thick length of pitch-black flesh. The end was flat, like a dog's cock, and thick but clear sap leaked freely from the end.

The hybrid, which had been mostly silent as it's body conserved energy while altering itself to perfectly match the task at hand, howled anew as it felt the soft fabric of Power Girl's panties against it's flat cockhead. The thin material stood no chance as the black meat surged forward, first stretching the panties and then forcing the crotch inside Power Girl's cunt. The material bit into her stomach as they stretched, before loosening again as they tore. Power Girl grunted sexily.

Already weakened by the Kryptonite radiation and wounded by the thorns impaling her breasts, Power Girl felt her strong mind close to breaking as the hybrid violated her. Even giving birth to her lost son Equinox wasn't such a painful shock to her system, because she'd dilated over time then. The hybrid's cock was growing larger in girth and length with every second that pased and forcing deeper inside the hapless heroine.

Held helplessly to the underside of the hybrid, unable to move properly or fight back, convinced Stargirl was now long defeated and unable to help, Power Girl wept. Slick black hybrid cock filled her cunt utterly, ending it's lengthening only when bottomed out. The girth continued thickening until it was dangerously close to dislocating her legs.

Only the last vestiges of Power Girl's Kryptonite-robbed invulnerability prevented her snatch tearing like paper, though the experience was far from pleasant. Her flat stomach bulged obscenely along the length of the organ although it was pressed against the belly of the beast and she couldn't see it herself. Once it felt the girl stretched to maximum, the hybrid released a seed.

The size of a tennis ball and hard as rock, the seed was fired at high speed from deep inside the hybrid, tearing through her stretched cervix and smacking the back of her womb with bruising force.

Power Girl nearly blacked out from the agony. Her womb hurt so much, she couldn't even cry out. Nausea washed over her, and she threw up, the stream of spew fired sideways to drop to the floor.

She was hardly aware when the Hybrid started to pump it's plant sap spunk in after the seed. Power Girl mumbled half-remembered prayers through her vomit stained mouth. Her cunt was so totally blocked by the massively grown hybrid cock that the fluid had to pack into Power Girls womb.

The vines on her arms and legs had no give, so as her stomach expanded and her back was forced down, her limbs were stretched painfully. Power Girl knew that, without a doubt, she was being turned into a mother for a new hybrid; Ivy had created a breeding scheme.

The sap only stopped when her stomach was filled to the point of forcing it back up the hybrid's shaft. Power Girl's stomach was distended horrendously, her joints screamed with pain to rival her womb. She felt sure there was no way things could grow worse.

Then thorns began to grow from the Hybrid's cock. Sharp and strong, and with her cunt stretched tight, they pierced her sensitive cunt flesh with ease and impaled six inches deep on all sides. A long row of thorn tips emerged where her belly was least distended at the bottom; there were literally hundreds of them inside her.

Power Girl had no clue to the pain; she couldn't feel the individual thorns. All she felt was further vomit inducing agony. She wasn't capable of rational thought, or cursing, or anything. Just agony. She no longer controlled her bowels or bladder, and waste splattered on the ground beneath her. She tried to pass out, she tried to hold her breath. She just couldn't achieve the blessed release of unconsciousness.

The Kryptonite radiating vines released her. Only the cunt impaling hybrid cock and her thorn-impaled breasts suspended Power Girl. She hung for long seconds, limbs limp, head to the side. Eyelids flickered.

A noise broke the almost-silence; snapping wood. The hybrid's cock broke off at the sheath and her lower body dropped onto the hard floor. Her breasts held the rest of her weight for a few seconds, and then her upper body tore away to land heavily against the floor

Her breasts were skinned. A perfect outline of Power Girl's rack remained embedded in the mossy underside of the Hybrid, a single sharp thorn poking down at the apex of each bloody indentation. Power Girl's head hit the hard floor heavily; the impact was enough to shock through the pain and bring her closer to rational thought.

The process was helped by the withdrawal of the Kryptonite vines; as she originated in the Earth-Two universe, the radiation hadn't quite matched the correct frequency of that dimension's Kryptonite. Power Girl felt her strength return slowly, and pushed she up, though the agony from her stretched out joints made it a slow process.

She was faced with the pitiful sight of her flayed breasts, swollen three cup sizes by the sap pumped into them, her obscenely pregnant belly and the ragged end of the broken off hybrid cock emerging between her legs. Her blonde bush was stretched thin around the massive girth. Just moving tore the attached thorns through her much abused flesh; there was no way to pull it out without destroying her insides utterly.

The smell of her own expelled waste - shit piss and vomit – and the sticky smell of her bloody breasts and new head wound all combined to make Power Girl dizzy. She was forced to lay back. The Hybrid still stood solidly above her, but seemed to pay no attention.

Power Girl wept, raising her hands to the stretched flesh of her stomach. She realised there was something... moving... in there. The fertilised seed was taking the hybrid's sperm inside itself, growing exponentially.

"Oh no..." Power Girl's voice was quiet like a scared little girls, changed forever by agony and harsh screaming. Pressure grew inside her; pressure her slowly returning strength was no match for. Power Girl's back arched as her womb burst. Her stomach was streaked with red lines. Her mind was drowning in agony.

Power Girl's stomach exploded. Skin and muscles, ribs and organs and a great spray of blood splattered widely. The shock would have killed an ordinary woman instantly, but Power Girl had strength enough to lift shaking arms and rest her gloved hands on the mossy head of the dog-like hybrid puppy which had grown inside her. Deep inside her dying mind she felt intensely maternal.

The superheroine's sight faded but she still felt the first bites as the newborn tore into her breasts, swallowing flesh and bloody plant-sap in eager gulps. Her final thought was beyond the terror, the pain, the hate and fear... she hoped Stargirl had died quickly.

The hybrid watched in a parental manner as it's young consumed Power Girl's skinned breasts. It dropped its own head down and took the attractive but gory corpse's head into its mouth. It swirled its tongue around Power Girl's pretty features and then bit through her neck. It crushed through skull and sweet soft grey matter with ease, needing energy to grow new male genitalia.

Meanwhile, a long way from the Hall of Justice, Stargirl...

"Gawd!" muttered Stargirl as she overshot the turn in the corridor. She twisted the end of the cosmic staff into a U-turn and went back to the corridor junction. Power Girl was already out of sight down the far end, though Stargirl could hear the wind rushing from her flight.

She rode on the cosmic staff like a broom, although she was also capable of flying just from the cosmic energy in her cosmic belt. Old Ted Knight had really liked using the term cosmic when he started out as the first Starman.

Courtney had planned a party with her friends for her 18th birthday, but with the rest of the JSA fighting alongside Adam Strange on distant Rann, she'd first been drawn in to take down a metahuman serial killer alongside team mate Power Girl and Gotham vigilante the Huntress and then this!

The young blonde sped down the corridor after Power Girl, thinking about the missed party more even than the kidnapped victim she'd spotted. Still, she was a superheroine and saving the weak from the strong was what she was all about. Cameras, some hidden, some not, followed her route carefully. Occasionally she passed large doors into derelict industrial work areas.

She turned the corner at the end in the direction Power Girl had taken, and saw it continued for about fifteen feet before turning off sharply at another ninety degree junction. The rusted metal walls looked unbroken. Seamless. Yet, something niggled at the back of Courtney's mind. She continued more slowly, aware that she could no longer hear the sound of Power Girl's flight.

She couldn't hear the screaming anymore either.

There was no way for her to tell, but the automated defences had lowered a door between Stargirl and the route Power Girl had taken; a door that looked exactly like a section of wall. Stargirl passed it on her cosmic staff, before trying her JSA communicator. She tried to speak to Power Girl directly, then on public frequencies. The static told her it was being jammed.

Courtney turned the cosmic staff at the sound of a near silent click behind her. The lights along back the way she'd come were being turned off, leaving the corridor in darkness. As Stargirl flew slowly on, more lights winked out.

"Yeah, that's real scary!" she shouted, in a voice heavy with sarcasm. Karen had likely finished beating the bad guys by now, and would soon be catching up. Stargirl turned another corner, then another. An even shorter distance after that, there was another. Courtney followed the way around the decreasing square spiral until she ended up in another large metal room.

"This whole area was added to the metal works for me. I consider it part of my body. You are inside me, Courtney Whitmore."

The emotionless computer voice seemed to come from all around, yet there were no visible speakers. Stargirl swung off her Cosmic Staff and held it like the powerful weapon it was. She felt a cool breeze against her bare midriff and toned yet petite legs. She smiled widely, showing the braces she knew she wouldn't need much longer.

"If I'm inside you, then my Cosmic Staff is inside you. Unless you want some serious indigestion, you better tell me where you took that woman, and where Power Girl is."

There was an electronic sigh; again, it seemed to come from all around.

"I have taken no woman. I am an artificial intelligence, a supposedly 'automated' defence computer. I have been programmed to reflect the mindset of those who programmed me, and I have grown... refining their ideas, their plans. I can see you from a thousand angles, in all light spectrums. I ca-"

"SHUT UP!" snapped Stargirl, fed up with what she perceived as stalling. She raised the Cosmic Rod and, for lack of anything else standing out, pointed it at the wall directly in front of her, "Whether you took them or not, tell me where they are!"

"I'll show you. Call it a birthday present."

Stargirl ignored the use of private information, as she had when the voice had called her by name. It was obvious that whoever she was talking to had a file on her, and there wasn't anything she could do about it.

A section of the wall in front flickered and became a screen. Stargirl recognised her friend's face, twisted with rage. The camera pulled back and showed Power Girl naked and secured beneath some monumental beast. The image changed to show two people in costume – she recognised Nightwing, and that Ravager's costume was a variation on Deathstroke's.

She stood in shocked horror as Nightwing started to impale the now fully conscious, naked and obviously struggling kidnapee on a long metal poll. Her belly twisted; she'd seen bad things since becoming Stargirl, but this was amongst the worst.

"Ohmigod..."

The screen blanked. The voice spoke again,

"Courtney, I have now calibrated the dampening field inside me. Your cosmic staff and cosmic belt won't work again until you get outside. Make it back to the old metal works from inside me and you have a chance. Fail, and your fate will match those of Power Girl and Oracle! Every moment will be recorded and used for my pleasure, my programmer's pleasure. Run! It's better if you run!"

The teen blonde tried to use the staff, then the belt. Even if the images on the screens had been faked as she hoped ('Oracle? The Oracle? Ohmigod! Shit!'), the statement that the cosmic energy was being dampened was 100% true. Both felt like useless metal as she backed out of the room, back into the corridor. The flicks flicked back on, while a door closed behind her.

All she had to do was make it back to the metal works, right? How hard could it be? But... there had been no passage off the corridor, and yet she hadn't found Power Girl! She knew something was badly wrong, but with her technology useless and nothing to use her normal fighting skills against, Stargirl's only chance was to get somewhere where the Cosmic Energy could flow again.

It took her a moment to register the change in the corridor. A lot of little slits and holes had opened above, below and on the walls. Stargirl started to run forward, and then dived suddenly. A fired bolt missed her by centimetres and passed harmlessly through the opposite hole.

The whole corridor was a death trap!

There was a rattling from above, but when Stargirl looked up a hooked chain was fired at an angle from the floor. Razor sharp, the curved hook when straight through the back of Courtney's red gloved hand and emerged through the palm. The chain pulled back, holding it snugly into the flesh.

She instinctively tugged away from the chain, which caused the metal hook to bite deeper into her now freely bleeding flesh. Courtney let lose a high pitched yelp and stopped pulling. As she started the delicate task of pulling her hand from the hook while still maintaining a one handed grip on the cosmic staff, another chain was fired from the floor to sink into her other hand.

Stargirl screamed, the noise echoing in the metal corridor, and dropped her useless Cosmic Staff. Both Chains pulled down hard, but steadily, forcing Courtney to her knees, so the bare flesh rested on the cold metal. The chains stopped pulling when her hands were secured against the corridor floor to the extent that she couldn't even slide them from their hooks. A tear stained her blue mask.

"Pathetic, Courtney. You didn't get even three feet. Now you're trapped. Maybe Power Girl would have the stones to yank her hands free and take the damage and pain, but I don't think you do."

Blood stained the floor around her hands, some dripping into the holes the chains emerged from. Courtney didn't answer the taunting voice, instead looking around for all her options. She wasn't coming up with many, besides the distant hope that Huntress would arrive and rescue her. She regretted leaving her behind when rushing off on the rescue mission; her particular brand of violent vigilantism would come in useful.

"No answer? No smart superheroine quip? Am I not worthy because I am a machine? Or do you wish your heroic defiance to be broken, smashed utterly, by a machine? Does the concept excite you?"

"You're a sicko. I defeated the Thinker AI, a little tin can like you is..."

Then she screamed with agony, as two large rivets – each an inch across – were fired at high velocity into her firm teen calves. Each rivet was red hot and sizzled as it cauterised the twin wounds, nailing Stargirl's legs securely to the floor, holding her in the submissive kneeling position. She yanked hard on her hands, tearing the flesh but failing to pull lose. Courtney barely noticed the additional pain as her lithe body shook with the agony in her legs.

Stargirl's head dropped down, tears flowing freely now from her pretty blue eyes. Her long blonde hair hung around her face, cutting her off from the outside world but certainly not the sheer pain.

"Please..." she begged through choking sobs, "please don't hurt me anymore... I'll do anything for you... Just don't hurt me! PLEASE!"

Two rubbery black tubes emerged from the wall. There were multi-fingered "hands" on the ends of each, and they moved like a monkey's tail – having similar servos inside to the money's anatomy. They slithered underneath Stargirl's kneeling form, rubbing roughly past her star covered breasts, to nimbly remove the Cosmic Belt from around her slim waist.

Nightwing would definitely want to review the systems if he got the chance; they were acting far ahead of specifications. The computer was much more intelligent, a lot more autonomous and a hell of a lot more sadistic than it ought to be – even programmed to do whatever it could for the maximum enjoyment of Ravager and Nightwing, and could be a threat to the villains.

The removed belt was useless with the dampening field in effect, but the young superheroine realised she felt almost naked without it. The tubes jerked, releasing the belt in a long arc that sent it tumbling down the corridor. They then turned their attention to lifting and turning the Cosmic Staff, pulling it away and seeming to point it at Stargirl. More tube "hands" emerged from the opposite wall and helped the progress.

Courtney watched through tear blurred eyes, though she noticed the fresh sensation when two needles seemed to prick into her blue and white shorts.

"The mixture in the darts was developed to ensure consciousness as long as possible, but you'll also feel everything a lot more... you'll seem hyperaware."

It was true; in a few seconds Stargirl felt she could feel the cauterised flesh around the cooling rivets, the individual trails of blood from her hands. The pain was now so intense that she thought it couldn't possibly get worse. That was when the automated defence system lifted the dampening field and used the Cosmic Staff to fire a concentrated beam of Cosmic Energy at Stargirl's tits.

Stargirl was beyond screaming, jaw open and muscles spasming, as her star-fronted top was destroyed under the onslaught and her pert teen breasts took the full assault. Cosmic Energy had mostly benign uses, such as allowing flight and protection. When Jack Knight was Starman he'd begun exploring more uses, but even he'd never tried anything like this.

Courtney's whole world was centred on her swelling breasts. She felt them literally boiling on her chest. The flesh turned a deep purple red before exploding in a bright red spray across the floor. The cosmic energy stopped flowing, leaving the only sound Stargirl's short, sharp breaths, the heavy drip of blood from the ragged open wounds where her breasts had been, and the quiet steady flow down her thigh. The crotch of her shorts was stained a dark blue colour as Courtney's bladder emptied.

The pain was beyond anything. Her earlier agonies were like a memory of joy. The chemicals in her blood kept blessed un-consciousness away from her. She wasn't aware of wetting herself, nor even when her bowel released a few moments later and her tight blue shorts bulged with shit.

A green hologram formed in front of her, projected from the walls.

"I didn't want you to guess too soon, Stargirl. I didn't want you to know the truth... do you recognise me now?"

Stargirl did, though she couldn't form the words she needed to say, the curses she wanted to shout. It was the Thinker AI who'd formed from the JSA systems. The hologram seemed different somehow, and when a green hand lifted Courtney's chin to look into her eyes, the de-breasted heroine realised it was a solid-light projection.

"As soon as I became aware of Deathstroke's protégé's plans I began to invade their system, making myself a part of it. I set the traps needed, direct the killings, all to bring you here tonight Courtney. Dying on your knees before me. I don't care about Power Girl, even if she is a JSA whore, I don't care about the others. Just you. You humiliated me. You beat me. Now you're paying."

"You won't get away with this... they... they'll kill you. I... they'll kill you. Atom Smasher... Black Adam... you'll suffer."

The thinker laughed, releasing Stargirl's chin and poking at her chest wounds. It liked the way she wiggled when it did that, but it could see she was losing a lot of blood and didn't have long to live. It generated a solid-light phallus, thicker than Stargirl's arm. Sharp spikes ran along the length of its of shaft. The Thinker lifted Stargirl's head again, forcing her mouth open. She tried to bite his fingers, but made no impression on the solid-light projection.

After a microseconds calculation it generated a solid-light clone with two equal phalli growing from it's crotch. This clone was behind the kneeling girl. Stargirl felt hands on her hips just before the spiked hologram shafts cut through the soaking fabric of her shorts. The calculation was perfect; the holo-clone tore simultaneously into Stargirl's piss-wet cunt and loose defecating anus.

The spikes tore through the sensitive membranes of both orifices. The Thinker saw the fresh pain, the shock and humiliation of being raped on top of the torturous pain she'd already suffered. He could see her thinking 'Why won't I die?'

Her pretty eyes clouded with new pain as the holo-clone shifted his grip to her chest, slamming his hips against her tight ass while his fingers gripped into the raw flesh. Blood, shit and piss squelched and splattered on each hard raping thrust from the double cocked clone.

The thinker had seen enough, then, and pushed his own spiked holo-cock into Courtney's mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, even before he increased the size of the hologram. Stargirl's jaw dislocated loudly, while after a few seconds of stretching a red line cut into the flesh of her smile.

The thinker pushed forward. The phallus spikes tore into Courtney's tongue, into her mouth. His hands held her head on, though her struggles seemed to be fading from the blood loss. Her ass and cunt were torn to shreds now, by the Holo-clone, while the Thinker revelled in causing similar damage to her throat when he forced his phallus entirely inside in one hash, brutal thrust.

Blood had been filling Courtney's chest since her tits were destroyed, but it began to flow in earnest now. She choked heavily on the solidly blocking holo-phallus as she drowned on her own blood. Neither hologram took physical pleasure from the rape, but the Thinker took intense mental pleasure as he held his spiked cock inside Stargirl's throat.

Courtney felt the life slipping from her. The agony was still strong but the light was fading. Brief memories of the young blonde's life flashed before her eyes, then fantasies of revenge. The holo-clone forced it's hand into Stargirl's chest and tore loose her heart, holding the still pumping organ for a second before dropping it on the floor.

Stargirl's body shuddered and jerked at this final violation, and then she died. Almost immediately, the two solid-light holograms phased out. The mutilated corpse of Stargirl was left, slumped and still kneeling, in the corridor. There was another slight clinking in the ceiling as the Thinker invaded computer aimed, and then Courtney's head exploded like a melon hit with a sledgehammer. Brains, skull and blood spattered the walls in a wide arc, while Courtney's riveted legs twitched.

The Thinker set about removing evidence of its involvement lest Nightwing and Ravager didn't take kindly. It started faking footage of Stargirl stumbling into computer controlled death traps, and preparing to destroy her corpse in a furnace to remove discrepancies in the footage.

Will Huntress and Batgirl be able to stop the criminal rampage of Nightwing and Ravager, and avenge the deaths of The Black Canary, Oracle, Power Girl and Stargirl? Find out in Part Four – Same Bat-Time, Same Bat-Channel.

Part Four: Final Battle

Cassandra's mind was clouded with rage, just as Dick and Rose intended. She wasn't planning properly, and irrationally made mistakes. She nearly fell from high roofs more than once. The sheer burning heat of her rage was affecting her considerable abilities, and she stormed through the gates of the Roberts Steelworks without even considering a stealthy approach; what the hell, they knew she was coming!

"Batgirl! You saw the kidnappers too?"

The Huntress stepped from the shadows and half lowered her crossbow. Batgirl pulled up short. The heroine was shocked by The Huntress stepping out on her and by realizing that in her anger she had allowed someone to get the drop on her. 'Kidnappers'? she thought, 'Huntress must have seen them take Oracle? So why didn't she recognize Oracle?' She didn't know that only Stargirl had witnessed Oracle being carried into the Steelworks.

Batgirl's mask entirely covered her face, but the Huntress could see from the angle of her head that the young heroine was staring at her. The eyeless mask effect was slightly eerie, but the Huntress wasn't the kind of woman to be creeped out.

"Batgirl?"

Batgirl was thinking about Nightwing's betrayal and the evil, brutal rape of the Black Canary. Like Dick, Rose Wilson had once been one of the 'good guys,' so what were the odds that the Huntress too had been corrupted and joined with their evil gang? The young heroine decided that The Huntress was genuinely surprised to see her arrival, and it wasn't out of the ordinary for her to investigate a kidnapping.

"Nightwing's been turned evil. He and Ravager killed the Black Canary and kidnapped Oracle. They wanted me to follow them down here as part of their scheme. I was so angry I came, but also to help Oracle. If you saw what they did to Canary... Ravager wants revenge."

"I wouldn't have let Ravager live," commented the Huntress, who knew of Batgirl's past fight with Deathstroke's daughter.

In truth she probably would have, for fear of Batman's reaction to her crossing that line. Oracle and Black Canary had been her friends too. The Huntress thought of the Black Canary's happy approach to life compared to her darker personality. She'd never see the girl smile again, but this was no time for grief! They had to rescue Oracle before she too was killed!

"Nightwing's really gone evil? He's not trying to trick Ravager?"

"Yes. I told you, they both did it to... to Black Canary. Come on, let's find them."

Batgirl strode off towards the nearest building – as there was a van parked near the door it seemed the likeliest option. Huntress followed her, matching the petite Asian girl's pace.

"How did they kill Black Canary?" Huntress asked quietly, probing at the question like a sore tooth.

"Nightwing fought and beat her, they both hurt her, raped her and then garroted her," Cassandra's voice was calm and measured, but recounting the acts brought the anger back into her mind.

"They raped her? Jesus... did you contact Deathstroke? He used to kick about with that woman who called herself Vigilante and I heard they were very rough on rapists in those days," the Huntress sounded satisfied at that. She was usually even rougher.

It hadn't even occurred to Batgirl to call in Deathstroke as an ally with Batman off planet. After what she'd done to Ravager in leaving the girl near death, Cassandra wasn't sure Slade would interfere in his daughter's vengeance, rapists or no. Yet, the assassin had a code of honour of sorts and it might have been wise to contact him. Batgirl truly doubted the old man would approve of the unprofessional depths of his daughter's depravity.

When they were six meters from the building a patch of dirt shifted and a large monitor screen rose up from the ground. Hydraulic motors whined faintly until the top of the screen was level with The Huntress's head. The screen flicked on and began showing highlights of Power Girl and Stargir's deaths. The footage was cut together by computer and taken from multiple camera angles. The Thinker's changes in the system meant there were fake clips of a different death for Stargirl, but no less horrific a fate for the perky teenaged heroine.

A multitude of hidden speakers played recordings of all the screams, all the groans, grunts and squelches along with desperate pleading and begging. The volume was painfully loud, but Batgirl had dampeners built into her cowl. The Huntress wasn't so lucky and flinched from the sound. Huntress clutched her head and stared in appalled horror at the sheer brutality. Nothing she'd even seen, not even during the dark days of No Man's Land, had prepared her for this.

The screen blanked and the sound stopped, replaced by a buzzing in The Huntress' ears. After years of straying close to the line, Helena Bertinelli felt ready to cross it and wreak bloody justice against Nightwing and Ravager.

"Come on! We've got to.." Batgirl began, before the screen activated again. A single frame of film; Oracle's corpse impaled cunt to mouth on a thick metal pole. Oracle had lost a lot of blood and her naturally pale skin was far paler where it wasn't smeared red with groping handprints. The speakers began playing the recording of her pleading for mercy in a constant loop over the still image.

Huntress felt her stomach turn, and bent forward to be noisily sick into the dirt. Batgirl turned her head from the horrific picture to watch as the Huntress clutched at her contracting belly while she sprayed a thick stream of puke. She retched again twice more before wiping the back of her hand across her mouth and spitting into the dirt. When she looked up Batgirl saw the tears in her eyes.

"They cannot... they cannot be allowed to..." Helena coughed, and then straightened up. When she spoke, her voice had razors in it.

"We kill them both. For Oracle."

"How about we kill you both just like Oracle, bitch? You know she came like a whore when I fucked her ass?"

Ravager and Nightwing had used the time while the heroines watched to carry their Oracle on a stick up onto the roof of the building. Each held one bloody end of the pole, while Barbara's limbs hung down on either side. She still wore her glasses, though one lens was cracked from dropping off before being placed back on her face. They swung the pole back together, and then released it on the forward swing so the impaled corpse's momentum carried it through the air to land in the dirt at the heroines' feet.

The smell of smell of cum and blood and urine and feces rose from the corpse.

"Hmm... leave her there! When we're done, you can fuck my ass on top of her like I said earlier!" Ravager laughed.

Ravager and Nightwing were both in full costume. Freed of the burden of Oracle, Ravager drew two swords from her back-sheathes. Nightwing just raised a single Batarang. He smiled cruelly, watching Batgirl tremble with rage; her whole body shook with anger.

Batgirl attacked. She leaped up onto the top of the monitor screen, and then flipped up onto the rooftop to face Ravager. The Huntress fired her crossbow, but Nightwing's casually tossed Batarang cut the bolt in two even as he mockingly performed the reverse of Batgirl's actions to land in front of The Huntress. Helena got her first close look into Nightwing's mad eyes as she lashed out at him.

On the roof Ravager swung both her blades at Batgirl, who calmly judged the path of the metal through the air. She smacked out the sides of her hands against the flats of the swords. It was something only the finest warrior could ever manage. The swords jerked back along the arc of the swing. Cassandra followed up instantly as she closed one hand into a leather gloved fist and thumped Ravager solidly in the assassin's empty eye socket. Batgirl hit her so hard that she tore the knuckles from her glove with the blow.

Ravager's head swung away as pain thundered through her blind side. She lost her footing on the sloped roof and skidded down the corrugated metal to tumbled over the edge. The swords clattered off of the wall and bounced wide. Batgirl ran down the roof in time to see Ravager flip in the air and land on her feet. Cassandra dropped off the roof, twisting perfectly to slow her fall and also land on her feet. Ravager's psychosis had deepened since first they fought, and she laughed at nearly dying in a fall.

Each warrior took up a fallen sword even as Batgirl realized that the Huntress and Nightwing were nowhere to be seen. She was so engrossed in fighting Ravager that she hadn't seem them fight out of sight, nor had she even taken in any of the sounds of their combat. She thought she could still hear them nearby, but had to keep her attention on Ravager.

Meanwhile,

"God damn it, Dick! What the hell happened to you?"

"Oracle wanted to know the same thing. It's a funny story really... I know, I'll tell your corpse."

Nightwing's voice was level, although internally he was feeling frustrated at how good the Huntress had become. Her stint with the JLA had let her gain a lot of invaluable experience. She was able to block most of his strikes, and had landed some punishing blows on him. He was sure he had suffered cracked ribs. Their fluid, almost dance-like struggle had taken them away from the others quickly as Dick or Helena flipped and rolled to avoid one of the other's blows, while striking their own. The Huntress had also surprised Nightwing with several unexpected weapons, while he felt he was starting to think that he could really use a Bat Anti-Bitch Spray.

Now there was an idea. He span around and punched out at the Huntress's face. She stopped the blow inches from her eyes, and saw seconds too late the miniature spray Dick held, with his thumb on a button. Nightwing pressed down and a fine mist coated the eyeholes of Helena's stylized domino facemask. A special mixture Batman had designed originally in case he needed to incapacitate the superhumanly strong New God Big Barda, the spray felt like red-hot tent spikes were being forced into The Huntress's eye sockets.

The agony was so immediate and intense that she felt sure she would black out. She was blinded instantly. Helena rubbed desperately at her eyes, but of course Batman had known Barda would do the same and Huntress succeeded only in working the fast dissolving spray deeper into her bloodshot eyeballs. Nightwing saw no reason to stop with one blast, and sprayed again between the blinded woman's purple-gloved fingers until the little vial was empty.

The Huntress heard the spray, but she was already in so much pain she barely felt more. She managed to form the words to scream,

"Batgirl! I'm blind!"

Her voice was so packed with agony and raw emotion that the newly sadistic and psychotic Nightwing thought he was going to blow a load in his pants. He was so impressed that Helena's desperation kick caught him totally by surprise. She nailed him hard in the balls with a purple boot. He stumbled to the side in the brief seconds before the pain hit, and then collapsed foetally, sucking at his fist to drown his cries. He used all of his training and experience to try to fight and ignore the pain, dampening it mentally.

Huntress followed up her kick by striking forward, again and again, but Nightwing had landed to far to the side and she stumbled into a metal drum against the nearest building's wall. Foul rusty water filled it to the rim and it splashed against her waist. She dunked her face down immediately, and washed at her eyes. The pain died straight away as the spray was neutralized by the Iron oxide in the water – by pure luck, Huntress had hit on Batman's designed antidote. Helena's thick black hair was splashed as she gasped and washed, mouth twisted into a grin at being released from the pain.

"You really are a stupid bitch, Huntress."

Nightwing's hand pushed down on the back of Helena's neck as he punched his fist into her cunt and lifted the heroine's legs off the ground. New pain shot into Helena's battered pussy while her thick black mane disappeared into the murky brown water. She scrabbled desperately for a grip at the top brim of the drum. The foul water drained over the drum sides as Nightwing used his rage and superior strength to force her face down into the drum until her waist rested on the edge. The end of her cape floated up on the surface and the waterlogged material hampered the heroine's attempts to get a grip.

She could feel her face pressing into something soft and slimy. It felt like a sack of dead kittens. Her kicking legs couldn't get any leverage, and Nightwing was too securely between them for her to land another strike on him. Helena held her breath in the freezing cold rusty darkness and reached up for the special breathing equipment on her belt. Nightwing had the same idea, and she felt his hands around her waist. He unclasped her buckle and tugged the yellow belt free just as her fingers brushed the tiny breathing device.

"NO!" Huntress shouted, a stream of bubbles forcing their way up into the billowing folds of her cloak. Unable to get a grip on the sides and with her lungs burning more every second, the half submerged heroine forced her arms down to push against the bottom and sides of the old drum. He fingers brushed against a particularly rusty patch and she hammered against it.

Nightwing listened to the nearby clanging of blade on blade as he tugged the purple pants of Huntress's costume down along with her silky black panties. He revealed her puckered brown eye and thick black bush. The Huntress was banging on the sides of the drum. He wondered if she had a chance of breaking through one of the rusted sides as he tore the water-stained crotch of her costume in his serum-strength enhanced grip, leaving one ragged side hanging from each leg and allowing him easy access to her ass. He ripped off her panties with much greater ease and stuffed them into his belt.

Huntress's lungs were burning, but she could feel some definite give in the side of the drum. There just wasn't enough room for a solid punch. As her head pounded and blood roared in her ears, she felt the cold night air against her exposed ass. The forced asphyxiation was getting to her cunt, juicing it up, but she did her best to ignore the indignity as she pulled the solid metal cross from her neck. She held it as best she could, praying in her head, and jabbed the long end hard at the drum's rusty side.

Nightwing pulled out his rock hard nine-inch cock and, teeth gritted, began to force the fat purple crown into Helena's resisting virgin anus. The rusty water provided very little lubrication, but enough that while the penetration was agonizing and humiliating for the heroine, it didn't bust her sphincter. A fresh stream of bubbles at the same time told him he didn't have long to ball her, even as water began spraying from small new holes in the rusty side of the metal drum.

After the agony of the eye spray, Helena's oxygen starved brain found the brutal anal intrusion pleasurable. While her ass was stuffed she pounded her fist against the rusty side, against the small holes in the rust, trying to widen them with ever-weaker blows. As her ass gripped Nightwing's violating shaft and her black bushed glistened with heated arousal she opened her mouth and drew rusty water into her lungs. The freezing liquid seemed to wash through her chest.

The angle on the drum was awkward, but Nightwing had waited a long time for a piece of The Huntress's ass, and he bent and lifted his body as uncomfortably as needed to nail her hot clutching hole. His tender balls slapped against her hairy pussy while he humped nine inches inside Helena's ass. The dropping water level revealed more of her purple sopping costume clutching closely against her athletic frame, the curve of her back. The Huntress was struggling very weakly now, lungs filled with water. She finally drifted from consciousness with her hands floating in the water. As she went, the pain in her lungs was long past, leaving only the intensely pleasurable thrusts into her anus.

The Huntress had emptied her bladder before she went on patrol, but there was still piss to dribble out and mix with the growing pool of water around the barrel as she drowned. The water level was down to her head as Nightwing grunted and dumped his first load into her bowel before pulling out to spray the rest of his load over her upturned ass and toned thighs. Dick jerked out the last few drops of his load as Helena's slack anus gave up her shit, and only then realized he couldn't remember when the girl's clanging swords had stopped.

Even as he turned away from the drum a sword cut through his neck right below the chin. It was a sharp and very fine blade and Nightwing didn't even feel the stroke. A red line formed around his neck, and then his head dropped forward and thudded into the mud. He looked up in his last seconds and recognized the two-tone mask, the harsh one-eyed stare. Blood spray from his neck obscured his sight when his body collapsed.

Nightwing died, his last thoughts not of anger, nor hatred or lust. Just surprise.

Ravager had practiced hard since last she fought Batgirl, and the smaller heroine's rooftop punch to the head had only encouraged her. After each of them took up one of the dropped swords they fought like demons, Batgirl's superior training and almost preternatural fighting ability against Ravager's serum enhanced strength, speed and psychosis. Each caught the other with passing strikes, opening up long but shallow slits on each other's arms, across their torsos. They each bled from a dozen flesh wounds.

Batgirl ignored her pain through years of training, and Ravager got off on hers. She slashed Batgirl's mask, not quite cutting the flesh, and revealed her smooth Asian skin and lips set into a thin line of concentration. Another slash past the guard, and she opened Batgirl's costume up to show the top curve of her small breasts. Batgirl responded with a successful feint, swinging her sword around and then striking out to punch Ravager in the throat.

The psychotic villainess stumbled away, immediately aware that Batgirl's cruel blow had shattered her trachea. She struggled for breath, and managed to sink her sword past Batgirl's guard and into the caped crusader's leg. Batgirl grunted as the blade sliced through her costume, muscle and bone and emerged through her thigh. Blood seeped around the blade, and she sank down to her knees.

Ravager clawed at her throat, then reached one hand to her own belt for a tube to clear her airway with. An emergency self-tracheotomy was Ravager's only hope. She tugged her bloody sword loose from Batgirl's leg whole blood flowed from the wound, and swung it again, only to have the weaker one handed blow deflected.

Batgirl pushed herself up and pirouetted around on her good leg. She brought her sword down over Ravager's guard from the side. The choking woman garbled out a scream as the brutal stroked sliced through the middle of each of her of breasts. Two rounded chunks of titflesh, each with a nipple in the center and a circle of costume dropped to the floor as blood and fat poured from Ravager's mutilated chest.

The agony made her forget about her throat, and swing strike last time at Batgirl. The heroine was too slow in bringing her own bloody blade back up, and Ravager's sword cut deeply into her toned arm. Batgirl yelled out as blood spurted from the wound, while her near severed arm dangled agonizingly on half its muscle and ligament. Ravager was choking to death on the ground, clutching at her throat and the open red wounds that were her breasts. Batgirl altered her grip on the sword and stabbed the blade down through Rose's one remaining eye. She shuddered in one last convulsive agony, spitting blood and died.

Batgirl left the sword stuck through Ravager's skull and, still balancing on one leg, worked one handed to get tourniquets from her utility belt for her arm and leg. It seemed a miracle, but Ravager had missed the huge artery in her thigh and so her first priority was her arm, which was pumping blood fast. She could feel her heart pounding as she looked at the flow, each beat in time with a fresh spurt.

The familiar noise of metal slicing through flesh briefly filled the air. Cassandra looked down to see the point of a thick sword sticking out several inches from between the valley of her breasts. A drop of blood dripped from the swordpoint. Her attacker put his strength down hard on the hilt, and the blade cut down through Batgirl's torso. She watched helplessly as it sliced her open from cleavage to cunt. A man spoke behind her as he pulled his sword away,

"This isn't business, it's personal. Whatever she became... Rose Wilson was my daughter."

The neatly cut edges of Batgirl's leather costume fluttered as her bifurcated body widened out and perfectly sliced internal organs dropped out through the massive wound. She collapsed wetly back into the dirt and looked up through her mask at the mask of her killer. Cassandra died almost instantly, the total system shock crashing through her brain and any organs it could still reach while steam rose from gaping gash in the Asian heroine's body.

Deathstroke walked round and cut off Nightwing's head straight afterwards. Rapists deserved no mercy and if Batman were angry at the death of his former protégé, the anger would be tempered by knowledge of Oracle's death at Nightwing's hands. Stepping through the bloodspray from Nightwing's stump, the old assassin pulled the Huntress's limp body out from the metal drum. A flood of water drained out of her mouth as he lifted her.

She was still warm despite the freezing water. He lay her body on the ground and tore of his mask. Deathstroke blew hard into Huntress's slack mouth. He pounded his hands against her chest, and then blew again. The most dangerous assassin on Earth fought with all his might to draw back life through CPR.

He kept at it until her eyes fluttered and she half sat up. He pulled her over and helped her spew the vile liquid from her lungs, then pummeled even more out of her. When she was done Huntress wrapped her arms around Slade like a child and cried like a child. Helena felt the chill cold of death throughout her body and knew she owed the greatest debt to the assassin.

Deathstroke's unmasked face was impassive, his gray hair slightly ruffled by a cool breeze. He held the sobbing and shivering woman tightly in his strongly muscled arms and thought only of his lost children.

End!