Revenge of the Pred

   Issue 6 - Goldie

   The Pred smiled as he read the text that the Chief had just sent.  "We
have found who Goldie is...we'll get her before the traitor Lt.  Bailey."
He smirked then looked at the next message that came through.  "But don't
worry about hunting her." He thought to himself just how much he had
enjoyed hunting down the Wasp and Park Rider.  But, he could almost feel
his eyes light up as he saw the next message.  "Go to this location and
I'll have her delivered.  Hope you enjoy your much larger and stocked
home."

   He studied the address for a moment, then realized where he had seen it
before.  It was a very remote location outside of the city.  The perfect
place for someone like him to hide while he waited for his next victims. 
And the perfect place to have his fun with her once she was delivered.

   The following night...

   "See y'all tomorrow guys," Brittany said as she walked out of the
grocery store where she worked, her purse over her right shoulder and her
hand resting on her seven-month pregnant belly.  Tomorrow night would be
her last night as she was going to take her maternity leave a little early.
She was only 16, after all, and it was the summer time.  She wanted to
spend the last couple months resting up and spending time with her family
and boyfriend - the father of her unborn child.  She walked over to her car
and looked back, seeing a couple of her co-workers watching to make sure
she made it to her car.  "I have a short shift tomorrow night and then we
can go get a bite to celebrate my last night for a while."

   She got into her car slowly, her stomach seemed to be getting in the way
all the time now.  She sat back in her car for a moment, a small four-door
and undid her ponytail, letting her light brown hair drop down and touch
the shoulders of her green t-shirt she wore to work.  "Time to head to the
house." She thought to herself as she started her car then pulled out of
the parking lot.  The pregnant teen smiled to herself, knowing her
boyfriend would be at her parents house tonight when she got there and
turned on her radio to the current hits station.  She left the city limits
and headed out into the country, her radio loud with music and a smile on
her face.

   Five minutes into her trip she looked into her rear-view mirror. 
"Dammit." She muttered to herself as she saw the only thing on the radio
beside her was a police cruiser with its blue lights on.  She looked down
as she pulled her foot off the gas.  "I wasn't going that fast." She sighed
and composed herself, thinking that she would probably get off easy, being
pregnant and all.  She pulled over to the side of the dark road and waited
for the officer, who tapped on her window.  She rolled it down after
practicing her best smile.  "Is there a problem officer?" She looked up at
him, trying to fake sincerity in her brown eyes.

   The officer's stern expression did not change as he looked down at the
teenager.  "Ma'am, do you know why I pulled you over?" He looked down at
her, nodding to himself.  His voice changed Brittany's expression and it
showed that she knew something was up.  "I'm going to need you to step out
of the car, please."

   Brittany rolled her eyes, deciding to give the cute look one more time,
hoping to get out of whatever was happening.  "But officer, please.  I'm
pregnant and I really need to get home or my folks'll freak." She batted
her eyes, leaning back so the officer could get a good view of her pregnant
belly under her green shirt.  "Please."

   The officer shook his head and opened her car door for her.  "No ma'am,
I need you out of the car." He was kind enough to bend down and undo her
seat belt buckle.  "Now." He offered her his hand to help her up and out of
the car.

   Brittany sighed again.  "Fine." She took his hand and smiled, still
thinking she could flirt her way out of a ticket, even if she was
seven-months pregnant.  She flinched a little as he took her hand, his grip
tight and helped her out of the car.  "Easy there, man." When he released
her hand, the pregnant teen glared at the officer.  "What did I do?"

   The officer chuckled to himself as he put his hand on Brittany's
shoulder, leading her to the back of her car then forcing her to turn away
from him.  "I need you to put your hands on your car while I check you." He
leaned into her and put her hands on her car himself, smiling as he felt
her teenage ass press against his crotch as the attempted to struggle, the
fabric of the yoga pants so tight he could feel her ass perfectly.  He
smirked to himself, knowing he had followed the right car.  "Better yet,
put them behind your back." The officer reached around and grabbed her
wrists, pulling them quickly behind her and cuffing them together behind
her back.  He spoke into his radio.  "She's in custody, sir."

   Brittany spun around - half-furious, half-terrified - and nearly lost
her balance, slipping in the gravel and falling against the trunk of her
car.  "What the hell are you doing?" She looked up at the officer, her eyes
flashing with anger for a second before she saw the needle in his hand.  He
pinned her back against the car, keeping her from running.  "What the...OW
FUCK!" She screamed as he pierced her neck with the needle filled with an
unknown substance.

   The officer stepped back and laughed as Brittany pushed herself away
from the back of the car.  "I wouldn't suggest trying to make a run for it,
kid." He laughed as she slowed down almost immediately, her head slowly
spinning as she staggered into his arms.  Within a moment, her head slumped
against his chest and her eyes closed.  "Pleasant dreams, you little
knocked up tramp." He quickly drug her over to the patrol car and and laid
her down on the ground on her side for a moment.  He looked down at her,
her face blank as she was unconscious, her mouth dropped open.  He opened
the trunk of his car then knealt down, running his hand along her
shirt-covered tummy.  "Because I am sure you're in for a nightmare whenever
you do wake up." He picked her up and put her in the trunk and drove away.

   Hours later...

   Brittany slowly started to wake up, her head still spinning from being
drugged when she was abducted.  She shook her light brown hair out of her
face and started to look around the room.  Her arms were sore as she was no
longer cuffed behind her back, but above her head.  The pregnant teen had
been hanging there unconscious for a few hours.  She wanted to call out for
help, but found that she was gagged by something tied around her head. 
However, she still tried to scream into it, especially when lifted her leg
and saw that her pants were missing.  "MMMPH!" She screamed a second time
as she heard footsteps approach from behind her.  She tried to turn her
head to see who was approaching, but could not see.

   The Pred smirked as he slowly approached the chained up teen.  He looked
at Brittany from behind, her long hair going down to her shoulder blades.
Despite her pants being gone, her green shirt was enough to cover her ass
as it was long enough to reach the top of her mid-thigh.  He walked up
behind her and ran the pair of scissors in his hand along her lower back,
making sure the point of the scissors touched her enough to know how sharp
they were.  As she let out a fearful chirp, he stepped in front of her. 
"This is where I would let you ask who I am, but that gag stays in...for
now." He ran his bare hand along Brittany's cheek and she turned away, hate
filling her eyes.  "After all, I know who you really are Brittany Nichols."
He smirked, putting the blade of the scissors to her cheek.  Her eyes grew
wide at the sight of the blade, but his next words made them grow wider. 
"Or, should I call you Goldie?" He laughed and removed his hand from her
face.  "Doesn't matter what I call you, Goldie...Brittany..." His hand
holding the scissors slide underneath the bottom of her shirt.  "All I want
is some information about all these gals your age playing hero." He made
sure the blade of the scissors ran across the front of her panties, her
eyes flashed with confusion then hate.  "Well, you look like you're ready
to say something."

   The Pred removed the gag and Brittany could see it was the elbow-length
golden glove from her Goldie costume.  She was busted and she knew it, but
she also knew she couldn't let this creep win.  She wetted her mouth before
she spoke.  "Fuck you, you sick bastard." She watched the smile spread
across the Pred's face.  "You might as well let me go because I won't tell
you anything." She watched as the Pred just looked at her smiling.  "What
the fuck are you looking at?" She started to say something else but stopped
when he put the blade of the scissors to her throat.

   The Pred smirked as he slowly ran the blade back and forth across her
throat as he spoke.  "Actually, I was hoping you would say something like
that." He pulled the blade away from her throat and took a step back.  "It
was fun for me the last time someone tried that." He walked over to a
nearby table then returned with something in his hand.  "Course, it wasn't
too much fun for Kaley though."

   The Pred laughed as he saw the shock spread across Brittany's face as he
mentioned the Park Rider's real name.  Her shock turned to fear as she saw
what was in his hand - Kaley's taser.  She had heard that Kaley's raped
body had been found in the park a few days earlier.  The teen began to
panic as she knew this was the most likely the man who raped and killed
her. And now he had her strung up at his mercy.  "Oh
gawd...you...you...killed Kaley, didn't you?!" The tugged at the cuffs,
succeeding only in hurting her wrists more.  "Please, don't hurt me.  I'm
pregnant!" She started to cry as he gagged her again.  She couldn't tell
him anything if she was gagged.  What was he doing?

   The Pred smiled and leaned in pressed the taser tongs to her nose. 
"Still smells like her sweet little pussy, I bet." He laughed as she
squeezed her eyes shut.  He walked away and put the weapon back on the
table, a sigh of relief spreading across Brittany's face.  "She was a nice
little fuck, by the way.  Took a bit, but she gave me the first clue on how
to find you, Goldie." He laughed as he knelt down in front of her, putting
the scissors to the bottom of her shirt and started to cut.  After three
snips of the scissors, the front of panties was visible as well as her
pregnant belly.  "As for your current condition, kid..." He ran his hands
along her bare bulge, her legs trembling as he did.  "I must say I have
never played with a little pregger before." He slowly ran his hands along
her sides before continuing to cut her shirt.

   Tears flowed from Brittany's eyes and onto her cheeks as she felt his
hands touching her pregnant belly.  "Mmmmmph!" She sobbed into her gag,
wanting to beg him to stop touching her, the sound of her shirt being cut
open scaring her more than she thought possible.  She looked down at him
with tears in her eyes and prayed to herself that he would stop.  She
closed her eyes and sobbed more as he cut through the collar of her t-shirt
and pulled the torn sides open like curtains.

   The Pred smiled evily, looking straight into Brittany's eyes as he
exposed her bra-clad breasts.  He reached up and quickly cut the shoulders
out of her shirt, the green rag fell to the floor.  He ran his fingers
through Brittany's hair as he put the scissors in his back pocket.  Her
cries of fear were muffled by her gag.  "You still look pretty damn
fuckable for someone that's as knocked up as you are, Goldie." He smiled as
he leaned in and licked her neck, causing her to cry out again.  "But, I
think I will stop calling you Goldie from now on." He pulled the scissors
back out and cut each strap of her bra, the cups of the bra dropping
instantly under the weight of her pregnant breasts.  He then cut the center
and the bra fell to the floor with the remains of her shirt.  "I want to
hear you tell me who you are."

   Brittany shook as she stood there, the only remaining clothing on her
body was the blue thong that was almost hidden by her pregnant belly. 
"Please...my name is Brittany Nichols...you know that..." She shook her
head as she watched him look her up and down.  "I'm 16...please...don't
hurt me..." She flinched as he reached out for her.  "I'm not Goldie
anymore."

   The Pred smirked, stepping forward and placing his hand on her cheek. 
He looked down at her breasts, which had become larger in the last month as
she neared her due date.  Her nipples were hard as he ran his hand along
the sides of her breasts, which had started to show stretch marks.  "Nice
set of tits you got her Brittany." He smirked and pinched her nipple,
causing her to cringe.  He laughed as she closed her eyes and sobbed more,
tears running down her cheeks.  "I wonder...what do you think I am going to
do to you, Brittany?" He slowly stepped around her, keeping one hand on her
breast.  He stood behind her for a second, looking at her rounded ass, the
strip of the thong being the only thing keeping her from behind totally
naked in front of him.  He released her breast, then grabbed her hair,
jerking her head back.  "Tell me!"

   The sound of his voice yelling terrified the pregnant teen even more as
she screamed out.  "Please...don't hurt me..." She cried more as she felt
the blade of the scissors placed at her stomach.  "No...no please...I'm
pregnant...please...I don't know anything." She trembled as he moved his
hand away from her and she watched as he walked back around her shaking his
head.  "I don't know any of the other girls, I swear..."

   The Pred smiled as he grabbed Brittany by the face, squeezing her cheeks
tight as he looked into her teary brown eyes.  "You know, the Park Rider
said the same thing." He smirked, running his hand with the scissors along
the top of her belly.  "Course, after I used her own weapon against her,
Kaley became a little more talkative." He slid his hand down between her
legs, running his hand along the front of her thong, his finger tracing the
lips of her young pussy.  "Told me all about you and Officer Bailey.  Maybe
something like that would do the same for you, Brittany." He walked over to
the table and picked up something, but it wasn't the tazer.  He held the
small pole-like weapon and smiled, walking towards the cuffed-up teenager.

   Brittany's eyes grew wider as he stepped closer, knowing that he had her
baton in his hand.  "Please...don't hurt me, please!" She tugged at the
cuffs again, still only succeeding in hurting her own wrists.  She cried
harder as she watched him looking at the weapon, hoping to herself that he
would not figure out how to make it work right.  "I'm pregnant for god's
sake...please don't hurt me please...GAWD!" She screamed out as he extended
the baton and its end extended only a fraction of a an inch from her nose.
"NO!  PLEASE!"

   The Pred laughed as he placed the tip of the baton to Brittany's
trembling lips.  "Interesting choice of weapon for a hero, I should say."
He pressed the tip between her lips as she shook her head.  "But a good
choice, though.  Very versitile weapon, this baton." He pulled it out of
her mouth then drew back, swinging it towards her head.

   Britanny closed her eyes, fearing for her and her unborn child as the
baton was swung towards the side of her head.  "GAWD!  NO!" She screamed
out as the baton missing her head by inches.  She opened her eyes back to
see the Pred's evil smile spreading across her face.

   The Pred laughed at her again, this time walking around behind her as he
spoke.  "Please, a shot like that could kill you." He stepped behind her,
running his empty hand down her arm and onto her stomach.  "And, I can't
get anything useful out of a knocked-up dead girl, now, can I?" He moved
his hand up towards her through, grabbing her breast as he did and put the
baton across her neck, pulling it tight.  "I could, however, choke you
until you begged to tell me everything you know." The Pred laughed as he
heard her desperate gasps for breath.

   Brittany's mouth dropped open in a phantom scream as the metal of the
baton was pressed against her tender neck, cutting off her air.  She wanted
to jerk her hands down and push the baton away from her neck, but the cuffs
made that impossible.  She had never felt so helpless in her life as she
felt the air leaving her body and her vision dimming.  When it seemed she
was about to black out, she felt him release her and step back, the sounds
of his laughter filling her ears.  She gasped for air for almost a minute
before she finally, weakley spoke.  "P-p-please...I don't know any of their
names." Tears flowed down her cheeks as she watched the Pred walk around in
front of her.  "Please...just let me go..."

   The Pred smiled as he held the baton out, using it to lift Brittany's
trembling chin and held her head up.  "So, you don't know their names?" He
smirked, looking at the teen's nude, pregnant body.  Her nipples pointed
out from her sagging breasts, which were probably small Ds in her seventh
month of pregnancy, and hung down to rest at the top of her belly.  Her
legs slowly shuffle underneath her, evident that she is getting tired from
being strung up like this.  In the light of the room, her trembling body is
covered in a sheen of sweat.  The Pred smiled and ran his hand down between
her legs.  "Maybe I should have a little fun with you to see if that'll
loosen your lips any."

   Brittany's eyes widen as she felt his hand slide into the waistband of
her thong.  "Oh gawd...you...you're going to...?" Her words stopped as he
covered her mouth and ripped the thong from her body.  He slowly ran his
fingers across the thick brown patch of hair on her pubic mound.  All she
could do was scream into his hand as he stepped around her again.  She
cried into his hand as his fingers slid between the wet folds of her pussy
and her legs buckled as he uncovered her mouth.  "Please..." She cried and
closed her eyes, feeling his hands slide onto her hips.  "I can't tell you
anything, other than what Officer Bailey told me once..." She hung her head
as she could almost feel him move in front of her.  She finally opened her
eyes and looked at him, the shame of her fear filling her.  "Most of the
girls, like Kaley, went to my school last year." She hung her head, sobbing
at the fact that she was likely condemning other heroines with her words.
"She knows all of them..." Those words condemned Officer Bailey, who she
had gotten closer to than most of the girls.

   The Pred smirked as he walked behind her again.  "I knew you were
holding out on me, Brittany." He looked down at her pale, round bare ass,
slowly running the tip of the baton along her right asscheek.  He grabbed
her hair and jerked her head back and she cried out in pain and fear.  "I
think you should be punished for not cooperating with me." He laughed as he
placed the tip of the metal baton at the top of her asscrack and slowly
slide the cold metal downward between her cheeks.  He let go of her hair
and grabbed her right cheek, spreading her ass to reveal her puckered
asshole.  "Maybe after a little pain, you'll really tell me everything." He
grinned evily to himself as he pushed the tip of the baton into her
asshole.

   Brittany's head jerked back and she screamed as the cold tip of her own
baton invaded her virgin asshole.  "No!  Please..ow...gawd...not there..."
She tried to scream again, only to have the Pred return the gag to her
mouth, allowing only muffled cries of pain to fill the room.  It was as
though she could feel it throughout her whole body, the metal baton being
pushed into her ass.  Her whole body shook, her rounded asscheeks jiggling
as her attacker stopped feeding it into her slightly bleeding anus.

   The Pred grabbed Brittany's hair again, jerking her head back harder
than before.  He leaned in close to her ear so that she could hear every
word he said as well as the tone he was using.  "You're going to make sure
that stays in while I walk over there and back." He let go of her hair and
looked down in time to see her tighten her lower body enough to keep the
baton from coming out, even as she cried.  He walked around and grabbed her
by the chin, looking into her eyes, red and swollen from crying.  "If it
comes out, I will make you suffer greatly in your final moments,
understand?"

   Brittany nodded, lowering her head in defeat as he turned and walked to
the table.  It was all she could do to keep from sobbing out loud, the pain
from the baton in her ass slowly subsiding.  She watched as he put
something in the front pocket of his jeans and cried again as he turned
back to her, knowing he was going to torture more information out of her.
"Mmmph..." She tried to make a pleading noise through her gag, hoping he
would remove it.  She was scared for both her life and her baby's and she
was ready to tell him what little remained that she knew about the heroines
of the city.  "MMPH!"

   Brittany's pleading noise was louder the second time as the Pred walked
around her, his hand running over the sweaty skin of her pregnant belly. 
"Sounds like you're really ready to talk now, huh?" The Pred chuckled as he
watched her slowly turn her head, close her eyes and nod.  "Too bad, I
already have another toy to use on you." He pushed her head forward and
pulled Kaley's taser from his pocket.  She screamed out as she felt him
grab the baton with his other hand, pushing it just a little further into
him.  "Don't worry, this won't come out yet, but this other part will
feel..." He raised his hand with the tazer to the cuffs and touched it to
the metal that bound her wrists.  "Well, it'll feel a little...shocking."
He turned the taser on and the electricity shot into the cuffs, then
Brittany's wrists.

   Brittany's screams were almost inaudible as the current shot down her
arms and into the rest of her body.  "URRRRR!" Her whole body shook
violently as he had the taser on a high setting, her breasts vibrating as
they laid atop of trembling pregnant belly.  She cried out through the gag
as the shock coursed through her body from her wrists all the way down to
her legs, which turned to jelly and caused the baton to go just further
into her ass.  Her whimpers continued, slowly getting shorter and shorter
as she started to breath more ragged.

   The Pred laughed, finally stopping the electric assault on the pregnant
teen, pulling the taser away from the cuffs.  He walked in front of her,
her body still jerking slightly.  Brittany's breasts shook as the Pred
grabbed her by the hair and looked into her eyes.  "You know, that was so
hot..." He let her hair go, her head dropped as she struggled for air.  He
walked behind her and ran the hot taser along her spine.  "But, I think you
need one more shocking experience before I let you tell me the rest of what
you know." Though her cries for mercy were weak and feeble, the Pred still
enjoyed hearing the desperation in her pleas as he looked down and noticed
the very tip of the handle of the baton was exposed and metal.  He reached
down and slowly jiggled the weapon, causing her to scream then look back at
him, shaking her head in fear at what could come.  He laughed evily as he
turned touched the prong of the taser to the exposed metal.  He turned it
on and sent electricity directly into the pregnant teen's already sore
asshole.

   Brittany's body tensed up tighter than the first time, the pain far more
excruciating with the current going directly into her body through her sore
anus.  The first jolt of electricty a minute or so earlier had weakened her
and she feared this would kill her and her unborn child.  She wanted to
scream, but only pained grunts came out of her mouth around the gag. 
"Uh...uh...uh..." Her whole body shook, her thighs and pregnant belly
quaking as the electricty shot into her for what felt like an eternity,
though it was only a few seconds.  Her head began to slump towards her body
and the Pred turned off the taser.  He walked around and removed the gag,
her mouth dropped open as she gasped for air.  "Please..." Her lips
trembled as she looked into his evil eyes.  "Anything...anything...just
don't torture me anymore...please..." Her head dropped as he released her
hair and she sobbed, again feeling his hand on her pregnant stomach.

   The Pred smiled as he walked behind her, slowly sliding the baton out of
her sore asshole, leaving her anus only slightly stretched.  "I bet you're
a lot more willing to talk now." He ran his hands along her asscheeks,
letting his hand slide under her and lightly touch the back of her pussy as
she whimpered.  "I bet you even know which of the heroines went to your
school." He smirked as he ran his hands up her spine, her trembling body
glistening with sweat.  "And, you will tell me or what I just did will be a
pleasant memory." He reached up to the chain holding the cuffs above her
head.  "Got it?" Brittany closed her eyes and nodded while the Pred
unhooked her cuffs from the chain.

   As soon as the Pred unhooked the cuffs from the chain, Brittany slumped
forward and down on to her knees.  The nude, pregnant teen knelt there, too
weak and scared to move.  She watched as her captor walked in front of her,
the evil smile on his face telling her it was time to talk or face more
torture.  "Park Rider - Kaley - did, until you killed her..." She watched
as the Pred chuckled.  She closed her eyes, trying to forget the fact that
she was condemning these girls.  "The other two Cheer Squad members -
Cherry and Flyer.  Their...their names are..." She looked at him, not
wanting to sell out her teammates, but hoping she and her baby would be
spared if she cooperated.  "Joanie and Casey Bell.  Only know them
for sure because they were my teammates. They're sisters. Joanie goes to school with me and her kid sister is in junior high." She started crying harder as the Pred reached down and grabbed her hair, tilting her head up to him.

   The Pred ran his hand along her cheek as Brittany's lips trembled.  "I
bet that isn't all, is it, Brittany." He made sure she could see the baton,
still wet with her blood and she shook her head.  "Others?" He smirked and
let go of her hair.

   Brittany hung her head, knowing this name would be the one he and
whoever he was working with would want the most.  "P-Pink Angel goes there,
too, I heard." She looked up and him, her lips trembling.  "But I don't
know her name." Her still-cuffed wrists were close together as they rested
on the top of her pregnant belly, her hands shaking.  "There is another
girl who would know." She closed her eyes again and cried a little.  "But,
she's not a heroine or anything.  She only passed messages along to us from
Officer Bailey." She hung her head, her betrayal destroying the only will
she had left.  "She's knows all of us..."

   The Pred smiled at the thought of how many more girls there were for him
to hunt down, not to mention being able to teach that traitorous Officer
Bailey a lesson as well.  He reached and grabbed Brittany's hair, pulling
her head back again and making her look up at him again.  "Who is she,
Brittany?" His words were forceful and the young pregnant girl grimmaced as
he gripped her hair tightly.  "If she is the key, you telling me what you
know about her will make the rest of the night a lot easier on you..." He
lifted his foot and rubbed his shoe against her stomach.  "You and your
kid..." He pulled his foot back and his expression turned cold, as if to
remind her how serious this was.

   Brittany slowly looked up at him, almost crying as she knelt naked in
front of him.  She knew the girl's name but also pretty much knew what he
would do to her and the rest of the girls she told him about - as well as
the others that were out there that this unnamed contact knew.  However,
his last words made her decision very easy.  "Chey Morgan..." She lowered
her head and sobbed, knowing there was no way for this girl to protect
herself.  "She helps out a lot in the school library...usually late...can
you please let me go now?" She cried harder, not even looking up until a
minute later as she saw her attacker slowly lowering his pants.  "Oh
gawd...what are you doing?" Her red, teary eyes grew wide as he pulled his
large cock out level with her face.

   The Pred smiled, grabbing her hair and jerking her head back.  "Come on,
kid, you had to know I was going to do something to you tonight." With his
other hand, he ran the tip of his hard cock along her cheeks.  "Now, you're
going to suck this dick like your life depends on it..." Her eyes grew with
fear as he made the tip touch her lips, but she didn't dare protest. 
"Because it does." He laughed as Brittany closed her eyes - tears coming
from the corners - but slowly opened her mouth, reaching her cuffed hands
up to guide his cock slowly running her hand along his shaft.  She slowly
took about a third of his cock into her mouth, the warmth of her making the
Pred moan.  "That's it, Brittany, suck my dick to save yourself." He
laughed as she slowly fed another inch or so between her lips the next time
her head bobbed.  He could see she was tentative and he grabbed her hair
again, keeping her from moving back away from him.  "But, I like it better
when someone deep throats." That said, he pulled her head forward, forcing
the rest of his erection into her mouth and throat.

   Brittany's eyes shot open wider than they had before and her hands
dropped as she started to gag on his large cock.  Her screams of protest
turned into garbled sounds that barely escaped around the cock in her
mouth. "MMMHPH URRR!" The pregnant teen continued to gag, her hands
pressing onto the villain's thighs as he forced her head back and forth,
pumping his large, hard cock into her throat.  Her eyes showed the pain it
was causing her, gagging and gasping for air as her mouth was raped. 
Finally, she was able to pull back just enough to get her mouth off his
cock, her ears filling with his laughter.  "T-t-too big..." Those two words
were all she could say as she fell foward, barely catching herself on his
thighs, her hands grabbing his pants so he couldn't pull her back easy.

   The Pred sneered as he looked down at Brittany, grabbing her hair and
forcing her back into the kneeling position on her heels.  "Guess you
should have been tougher, Brittany." He laughed, then smacked her across
her face, the sound of his hand hitting her skin echoing through the room.
She fell back with a scream, landing on her back like a flipped turtle, her
round belly pointing towards the ceiling.  By the time Brittany was able to
recover and lean onto her elbows, the Pred was on his knees between her
splayed legs.  He smiled at the horrified look on the pregnant girl's face.
"So, you're going to have to make me cum with another hole." He grabbed her
thighs, squeezing hard as Brittany's face filled with fear.  "I know you
know how to use this one."

   Brittany screamed as she felt her lower body being lifted off the floor
and pulled towards the Pred.  Pregnant or not, he was going to rape her. 
"No...No!  Please!  Don't!" The look on the Pred's face had turned from
lustful delight to evil as he pressed the tip of his cock into her. 
Brittany cried out, but was quietly thankful that her pregnant belly
prevented her from watching his cock push more and more into her. 
"Please...gawd...too big..." She moaned as she felt him filling her up, her
tilted body being invaded as her sagging breasts tilted towards her face,
further blocking her view.  "Ow...that hurts...so...bad..."

   As the Pred started to pump into her, he smirked, watching Brittany's
breasts practically slap her in the face as her pregnant belly only jiggled
slightly with each thrust.  "Pretty good little fuck for a knocked up
little whore." He laughed as she closed her eyes and sobbed out louder, his
cock thrust all the way into her.  As she cried out more, he thrust deep
into her and held it.  "Be grateful..." He pulled out of her and let her
lower half hit the ground with a thud.  Quickly, he forced her onto her
hands and knees, forcing her face onto the ground while her belly
practically propped up her lower half.  He looked down into her crying eye,
his evil glare terrifying her as he entered her gaping from behind.  "I
fucked Kaley's ass before I killed her." The Pred pushed all the way in and
held it, looking down at her spread form, her asshole still slightly open
from the earlier object rape.  "Course, I already had fun with that ass of
yours."

   Brittany cried out as the Pred ran his finger along her still hurting
asshole, the top nuckle slipping into her.  "No...gawd...just rape me, but
not...not there again..." The defeated teen lowered her head and cried more
as her rape continued.  She kept her eyes open as she thought, watching her
breasts swing back and forth under her in time with the sickening sound of
the Pred penetrating her over and over.  She began to realize that the
sacrifices she had made that night - giving up the names of her fellow
heroines and the informant - were more than likely going to be a worthless
gesture.  Something in his eyes before her rape began told her that she
wouldn't have much longer after he was done raping her.  "I...don't
want...to die..." She felt the Pred push all the way into her, feeling his
body tensing up as he was about to cum.

   The Pred had really felt the orgasm building ever since he pushed his
cock all the way into Brittany's tighter-than-expected pussy.  "Pity..." He
laughed as he started to cum inside her.  He held himself inside the
crying, pregnant teen as her body shook, pressing his thumbs into her sore
asshole for further insult.  "Probably should have thought about that
before becoming Goldie."

   The Pred pulled out of Brittany and she fell onto her side, sobbing
uncontrolably as she laid there, her pregnant belly sticking out in front
of her as she broke down.  She cried out as he grabbed her by the hair and
pulled her onto her knees as he stood behind her.  Her hands dropped in
front of her, resting on her belly as her breasts heaved up and down, panic
beginning to set in.  "Please...don't kill me..." She looked up at him as
he reached down and grabbed the cuffs on her wrists.  Her brown eyes were
full of tears as he pulled her back up, hanging her back in the position
that she woke up in earlier.  "Spare me and my baby please.  I told you
everything."

   The villain laughed and shook his head as he walked in front of the
chained up, pregnant teen.  He ran his hand along her stomach, smiling as
he looked down and saw his cum running down her thighs.  He walked over and
grabbed something from the table.  "And, by doing that..." He smirked and
kicked her ankles apart, making her hang off-balance.  "And now that I have
had my fun with you..." He grabbed her cheeks, making her mouth into a
circle as he looked into her eyes.  "You aren't of any use to me anymore,
Brittany." He held up the object from the table - a cyringe - before
pressing the needle into her neck.  "But, since you were such fun and help,
this will be quick and fairly painless." He pressed the stopper on the
cyringe, injecting her with the substance inside the cyringe.

   The Pred stepped back and watched as Brittany cried out a moaning
protest.  He laughed as she began to shake her head back in forth as the
poison began to take effect.  As the pregnant teen screamed out, her body
tensed up, every inch of her stiff expect for her jiggling breasts, ass and
belly.  "Noooo..." She moaned out as her head flew back then dropped
forward, foaming at the mouth as the gurgling sound filled the room as her
body shook violently before becoming still.  The pregnant teen hung there,
slumping as she was suspended by only her wrists as the last signs of life
left her body.

   The Pred smirked as he walked around Brittany's body as it hung lifeless
from her wrists.  He made sure she was pointing towards the camera in the
room as he pulled her hair back, her dead, barely-opened eyes staring
forward.  He released his grip and her head dropped back forward, her brown
hair falling over her face and barely touching the top of her lifeless
breasts.  The bottom of her sagging, still breasts rested on her pregnant
belly, her legs spread underneath her as the last bits of the Pred's cum
and her own ran onto her thighs.  The Pred smirked again as he walked away
from her lifeless body, leaving her and her unborn child hanging by the
wrists.  He picked up his phone.  "Oh, she was quite the fountain of
information, boss.  I recorded everything and I am sending it to you now.
Yeah, I will make sure this body is never found."

   The next morning...

   The policemen looked around Brittany's abandoned car, trying to find any
trace of what happened to the now-missing, pregnant 16-year-old girl.  Or,
at least, they were making it look that way.  The chief walked over to
Rainbow Woman, who was watching as the officers did their work.  "You look
like you have a lot on your mind, Rainbow Woman." He stopped and stood by
her as she looked at the car, her young partner on the opposite side of
her. "This could be just a runaway, we hope.  She's bound to turn up."

   Rainbow Woman shook her head.  As the city's matron heroine, she had
made it her business to know every one of the city's customed heroines -
young and old, active and now-civilian.  "I really hope you're right,
Chief." She took Pink Angel's arm and started to lead her away to their
transportation.  "This is getting a little close to home for me."

   The chief watched as she turned to leave, thinking that she might be
catching on to his organization's plan for the city's heroines.  As he
started to watch the two heroines walk away, one of his officers came out
of woods.  "Chief, I think you and Rainbow Woman should see this."

   The chief, who, honestly was just about to enjoy the view of the two
heroine's barely covered asses walking off, sighed as they turned around.
"This had better be important." Though he secretly knew what was
discovered, he still played surprised when he and the heroines were lead to
a tree a few yards away.  On it was nailed Goldie's costume, her mask
hanging by a nail and the rest of the costume nailed directly to the tree,
the crotch torn from the golden garment.  The cheif rubbed his chin as he
watched Rainbow Woman grab the costume from the tree, a furious, but sad
look on her face.  "So, she was Goldie.  Or still is, I hope." He quick
correction was met with a glare from Pink Angel, who had tears in her eyes.


   Rainbow Woman stormed away, grabbing Pink Angel by the arm and pulling
her quickly from the officers and chief.  "Before you say anything, I don't
give a fuck if this is evidence." She kept her back to the chief as she
left the scene, pulling her partner the whole way.  When the two got back
to their transportation, she looked at her crying partner.  "First, Kaley,
now I bet something happened to Brittany." She put her hand on Pink Angel's
shoulder as she sobbed.  "Until whoever is doing this is caught, you're not
going out again, understand."

   Little did they know they were being watched and listened to from two
directions.  One of the officers had a device in his hand, hidden from
view, that fed the conversation - including Pink Angel's protests to being
benched - straight into the chief's earbud.  However, the chief paid little
attention to what was being said, as well as much of the back of Pink
Angel's fit, teenage body.  However, as his eyes wandered down from her
barely-covered ass, he saw something that had not been noticed before - a
pair of wing-shaped scars on the back of her thigh.  He had seen those
scars before, many times, but couldn't believe his eyes.  He remembered
what he had heard Goldie say while she was being tortured - Pink Angel went
to her school.  He smiled, realizing the pregnant teen had gave him the
last piece to the puzzle of who Pink Angel was without even realizing it.

   As with the discovery of Park Rider's raped body days earlier, the same
small figure watched and listened from a distance, noticing the strange
behavior of the officers.  As she spun around to leave, her bushy brunette
ponytail spun with her.  She thought to herself that, if she was going to
make her move, it had better be soon.

   Next: The Mysterious figure revealed