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 Revenge of the Pred

   Issue 011 - An Angel Falls

   Part I - The Bait

   The afternoon before...



   Lizzie combed her hair, smiling to herself as she looked in the mirror
in the bathroom at the mall.  Satisfied with how her curly blonde hair fell
down to her shoulders, she blew herself a kiss in the mirror before taking
off her glasses and putting them in their case, sliding it into her
backpack.  "Just one more finishing touch." She pulled the pink domino mask
out of her backpack and put it on, standing up to make sure it was
straight. She stood up and smiled at the effect seeing herself dressed this
way had on her.  "Just like her..." She looked at herself in the pink
leotard and the domino mask.  She ran her hands through her hair, faking a
frown.  "Other than this poofy hair and these hips." She spun around, her
skirt twirling up, exposing the bloomers that were sewn into the costume.
"She's prolly only a year or two older than me." She spun back around,
looking at the top of her outfit, the spaghetti straps across her shoulders
holding the top of the costume up.  The spandex top was stretched tight
across her 36C breasts.  "Damn, I look pretty hot for a good little, nerdy
girl."

   The 15-year-old blonde grabbed her backpack and headed out of the
bathroom door, which was on the exterior of the mall.  She slung her
backpack over her shoulder, only the loading dock between her and the front
doors to the mall, as well as Superhero Dress-Up Day at her favorite store.
She couldn't believe how her mother didn't want to come down to the mall
today, but she couldn't pass up a chance to dress up as her favorite
heroine of the city, the youthful Pink Angel.  So, she snuck out of the
house, rode the bus downtown and changed in the bathroom at the mall.  She
started to walk by the loading dock, the walls concealing part of the
parking area behind the mall.  She stopped, swearing she heard sobbing and
a young girl's voice.  She slowly walked around the wall, looking for the
sound of the voice.  "Help..." The voice sounded week.  "I am in the
van...if you're out there, hurry." She walked towards the white van, not
paying much attention to the bushes that were now behind her.

   Lizzie looked around, not seeing anyone, just the white van in front of
her.  "Hey, are you ok?" She slowly walked to the back of the van, but was
unable to see into the tinted windows.

   The voice coming from the back of the van sounded panicy as Lizzie
opened the doors at the back of the van.  "Please, he'll be back soon."
Lizzie looked into the back of the van, finding only a wooden box with a
chicken-wire window on the top.  "He's looking for someone." She slowly
crawled up into the back of the van, the skirt of her costume riding up and
her bloomer-clad ass exposed to the real danger.  She looked inside the
window, seeing a boombox.  "He's looking for you..."

   Lizzie stopped crawling as soon as she heard those words, sliding
quickly from the back of the van.  "What the hell?!" She turned right
around into the very large man who had watched her for the past few
seconds. Before she could scream, she felt him grab her and spin her
around, one arm around her waist, pulling her into his large body.  As she
tried to scream, she felt the man's large hand slap across her mouth,
covering her mouth and nose with a white cloth that smelled very odd. 
"MMPHH!"

   Lizzie struggled, trying to free herself as the large man laughed at the
futility of her effort.  "What a cute little Pink Angel you are, kid." He
smiled as she felt her fighting start to slow, as well as her
barely-covered, teenaged breasts resting on his arm.  "No use in fighting
the ether, kid." He chuckled more as he felt the 15-year-old blonde grind
against his crotch one more time before going limp in his arms.  He held
the cloth to her face a moment longer before lifting her body and laying
her inside the van.  He laid her on her back before pausing to take a look
at her unconscious form.  Her eyes were closed as her curly blonde locks
laid beside her face, her mouth open.  Her teenage breasts slowly rose and
fell under the tight top, her skirt flipped up, exposing the front of her
bloomers.  "Get plenty of sleep, kid." The Pred closed the van doors and
walked to the front of the vehicle.  "You got a busy night ahead of you."

   That night...

   The Pred smirked, adjusting one of the cameras pointed at Lizzie's
slowly stirring form on the floor in the old hotel that was his hideout. 
The villain smiled to himself as he watched the teenage girl slowly sit up,
slowly rubbing her eyes, the domino mask falling off her head as she did
so. "Welcome back to the land of the living, Pink Angel." He stressed the
name as he turned on the main camera and walked over to her, standing over
the 15-year-old as she looked up at him.  She started to scoot away from
him, but he placed his large booted foot on her bare foot.  "Not getting
too far without your shoes, Pink Angel."

   Lizzie lips trembled as she saw the man looking up and down her body. 
Her mind flashed back to her mother telling her not to go to the mall,
because of the death of Park Ranger weeks earlier as well as the recent
disappearances of girls her age.  This guy must think she was the real Pink
Angel.  She hoped if she could tell him otherwise, she would be safe.  She
watched as he moved his foot, then leaned down towards her.  "But, I'm not
AH!"

   The teen screamed out as the Pred grabbed her by the hair and pulled her
to her feet, looking down at her breasts barely covered by the top as he
did.  He spun her around, making her face the main camera, one hand moving
to her chin, the other to her waist.  He leaned into her ear, his breath
upon her body as she closed her eyes and started to cry.  "I know that,
kid." The hand on her waist slid down onto her skirt, resting on her hip
through the garment.  "You have a little bit better hips than she does." He
pulled the girl's body back into him, his crotch pressing against her body.

   Lizzie felt immediatetly dirty at the man's unwanted touch, but knew she
could not do much to stop him.  "Th-then what do you want with me?" She
turned to look over her shoulder, his other hand sliding onto the bare skin
of her neck.  She shivered as he walked around her and stood just in front
of her and to the side, standing where the camera could see them both.

   The Pred smiled and looked towards the camera.  "You're going to be a
messenger of sorts to your hero." He pointed at the trembling teen, who
stood there, her arms folded across her stomach.  "This young lady is a
prime example of the influence of the female vigilantes of this city." He
stepped back beside her, slowly running his fingers through her curly
blonde hair.  "You said you're not the real Pink Angel...then, who are
you?"



   Lizzie slowly opened her eyes as she looked at the camera.  She didn't
know what he meant by messenger, but she knew she better do what she was
told.  "Lizzie Morgan...I'm 15...please...don't hurt me..." She looked at
the Pred with pleading eyes, hoping he would free her.

   The Pred laughed.  "Oh, don't worry..." He leaned in to her ear again,
his lips nearly touching her.  "Your hero will see this very soon.  And the
sooner she reacts, the less harm will come to you." Lizzie sighed a bit in
relief, knowing the real Pink Angel would not let her come to harm. 
However, the smile spreading across the Pred's face bothered her greatly.
"But, I am going to make an example out of you for the other girls who look
up to the heroines of this city."

   The combination of the Pred's smile and the word "example" made Lizzie's
heart sink.  "Ex-example?" She watched as the Pred stepped back, looking
her up and down, feeling his eyes on her body.

   The Pred's eyes flashed with a lustful evil.  "You say you're not the
real Pink Angel." He chuckled.  "Take off the uniform, Lizzie."

   Lizzie's eyes grew wide at the Pred's command for her to take off the
costume.  She'd never even had a boyfriend, much less taken off her clothes
in front of a man - especially on camera.  "But...but..." She instinctively
covered her chest with her arms, her eyes looking at the ground and away
from the Pred.

   The Pred laughed again as he watched confusion and fear spread across
her face.  He slowly walked over to the trembling blonde teenager, who
seemed to be hugging herself even tighter after hearing the villain's
order. "As a lesson in humiliation to you and all the girl's like you who
look up to vigilantes, take off the outfit." His eyes flashed with
seriousness as he reached over and grabbed a handful of Lizzie's hair,
causing her to yelp.  "Or I will do it for you and I won't be gentle." He
smirked as he watched her hands slowly tighten on her arms.  "You can turn
around while you do it though."

   The Pred released Lizzie's hair and stepped back to where he was just
out of the eye of the camera and in front of the teen, who slowly moved her
hands to her shoulders as she turned away from the camera.  "Pl-please..."
Tears ran down the teenager's cheeks as she slowly slipped the straps of
her costume off her shoulders.  "I am n-not the one you want." She looked
over her shoulder, but the glare from the Pred's eyes made her continue,
sliding the straps off her arms, the garment held up by her breasts.

   The Pred watched as Lizzie's hair laid across her back as she slowly
pushed the garment off her upper body, the side of her right breast coming
into view as she did so.  "It will be a few hours before Pink Angel sees
this video, Lizzie." She pushed the top of the costume down to her waist,
stopping for a second to cover her breasts with her arms before looking
back, only to see the Pred motioning for her to continue.  "After that,
she'll have two hours to get here before the REAL fun begins." He chuckled
as Lizzie's hands slid down to the costume, pushing it off her hips and it
fell to the floor, her bare back and ass coming into view when she did.

   The villain walked towards the now nude teenage girl standing with her
back to him.  Her back was tanned in the middle from a one-piece bathing
suit.  Her ribs and lower back were pale, the tan ending right at the point
where her back curved in, causing her naked, pale ass to stick out even
more.  As she stood there trembling, the Pred walked around her, causing
her to instinctively cover her breasts and pubic mound before he could see
them.  He stepped in front of her, placing his hands on her shoulders
before forcing her to turn back to the camera.  "Please...I just want to go
home..."

   The Pred laughed as he reached around and ran a hand across her face. 
"That'll depend on how fast your hero Pink Angel reacts when she sees this
video in a few hours." He slowly ran his hands onto each of Lizzie's
wrists, gripping them tightly enough to make the blonde teen whimper. 
"She'll have two hours to come for you, then..." He tightened his grip for
a moment before jerking her arms and hands away from her body and to her
sides, exposing her body to the camera.  Her C-cup breasts shook slightly
as they were exposed, her nipples almost pink on top of the mounds.  The
thick patch of curly blonde hair on her pubic mound matched the locks on
her head.  "Then I have a little fun with this fangirl here.  Clock's
ticking." He leaned in and licked Lizzie's ear, whispering his plan for
what would happen after those two hours passed before putting his foot on
the back of her knee and forcing her to her knees.  "Oh and come alone.  Or
else, I will kill her.  And, I'll know if you don't before you even get
here."

   Lizzie screamed in pain as her bare knees hit the hard floor, her
breasts bouncing as she came to rest in the knelt position in front of the
villain.  "Please...don't let him do that to me, Pink Angel!" Tears ran
down her cheeks as the villain walked over and turned the camera off.  He
connected a cord from the camera to the pink phone he took from Annie weeks
earlier, watching the blonde teen as he did.  "You can't really want to do
this to me..." She closed her eyes as he walked back towards her, his smile
evil and full of lust.  As he stood over, she slowly opened her eyes and
looked up at him, tears running down her cheeks.  "Wh-what are you going to
do now?" She looked away as he knelt down towards her, his hand grabbing
her chin and making her look at him again.

   The Pred smiled as he ran his rough hand down along Lizzie's collarbone
and onto her bare left breast.  A look of shock spread across the teen's
face as he grabbed her again by the hair, standing up and pulling her to
her feet, leading her across the room to a mattress laying on the floor. 
He faced her away from him, running his hands up and down her body,
focusing mainly on her breasts, her nipples hardening at the touch, her
bare ass pushing into him.  "Oh, I think you know what I plan to do to you,
Lizzie." His hand wandered down across her hairy pubic mound and between
her legs, causing her to moan in protest.

   Lizzie started to cry again, the relief at the thought of his timeframe
disappearing leaving her mind as he molested her breasts.  "But..." She
slid her hands up to his, trying to stop him from fondling her breasts,
only to have them pushed away.  "You...you said she had..." Her mouth
dropped open as his hand slid down between her legs, a finger sliding
between the moistening folds of her 15-year-old pussy.  "She had time to
get here before you...ah...ah..."

   The Pred laughed as his finger slid into her young pussy, causing her
talking to turn into tortured moans.  "Gee, you wouldn't think a man who
would kidnap you..." He turned her around, her body almost limp in his
hands as her head slowly raised up to give him a pleading look to stop. 
"And make you take off your clothes while he recorded it..." His hands ran
along her breasts as she moaned again, looking down and away from him. 
"All to trap your hero would keep his word?" He ran his hand, fresh with
her juices, along her cheek as she shook with a sob.  He pushed her only
lightly, but her fear and shame caused her to fall back onto the mattress.

   Lizzie laid there for a moment, crying through her tightly closed eyes
before she finally opened them.  However, she wished she had kept her eyes
closed as the sight of the Pred's pants dropping greeted her.  Her eyes
were instantly drawn to his large cock, hard and almost pointing straight
up as he started to kneel down towards her.  "Omigawd..." Her first
instinct was to quickly close her thighs, but his hands met her pale legs
as they tried to close, spreading them against her will. 
"Please...please...don't..." Her mouth dropped open in a silent scream as
he pushed the tip of his cock into her.  She had never even had a
boyfriend, she thought to herself as he pushed into her, never dreamed
anything like this would happen to her.  "Ah...owgawd..." She cried out as
she felt him push into her, her mind screaming that he was going to rape
her.

   The Pred smiled as he pushed deeper into the teen, the trickle of blood
tearing of her hymen making his lust only grow.  "I wonder if the real Pink
Angel is a virgin." His vocal thought was met by a sobbed moan, her back
arching up, making her breasts stick up almost to the Pred's leaning over
form.  He thrust deep into her, making her whole body quake as he did. 
"Not that you're going to be able to find that out yourself..." He smirked
as he ran his hands up from her hips and onto her breasts.

   Lizzie cried to herself as the Pred started to pump into her and out of
her slowly, his hands fondling her as he did.  She thought to herself that
she should have listened to her mother and not gone to the mall.  Just
because she dressed up as her role model, she had been kidnapped and was
being raped by a man who planned to do the same to her favorite heroine as
well.  As he thrust deep into her and held it, a new fear entered her
15-year-old mind.  "Please...I don't...I don't wanna get...get
pregnant...."

   The Pred laughed as he thrusted in and out of her a couple more times
before running his right hand up to her cheek.  "Oh, you won't have to
worry at all about that, my dear little Lizze." He started pumping in and
out of her faster as his hand slid down onto her neck, gripping her throat
tightly as he started to laugh.  "You won't last nine more minutes, much
less nine months."

   The sound of the Pred's laughter echoed through Lizzie's head as her
eyes grew wide at the feeling of his large hand clamping down on her young
throat.  The pain from his hand on her throat mixed with the feeling of his
thrusting into her speeding up as she felt her air supply being cut off. 
"Please...no..." Her words were not vocal, just her young, red lips moving
as the Pred's intent for her sank in.  She tried to swing at him, only to
have him push her weak attempt out of the way.  She wanted to swing again,
but her rapist grabbed her wrist, twisting it, causing her only more pain.
Her mouth shot open in a phantom scream, then closed, her mind telling her
what her fate would be.

   The Pred smirked as he felt Lizzie's will to fight leave her body, her
tear-stained face flush with defeat and sorrow.  "That's right.  No use in
fighting me, Lizzie." He pushed his cock deep into her, holding it and
making her sad face flash with pain one more time.

   Lizzie's mind began to talk to her as her vision grew darker and darker.
Sneaking out had lead to her kidnapping and rape at the hands of this man,
who pumped into her harder and deeper than before as her eyes started to
flutter closed.  Her legs kicked out on each side of her rapist's form, her
mind saying that it was almost over.  She was going to die, naked, raped on
this old mattress.  No help was coming for her, her final humiliation
building in her lower body as she came around her rapist's member.

   The Pred laughed as he felt Lizzie's orgasm around his cock, her body
shaking as she did.  "Whore..." He laughed as he said those words, the last
thing Lizzie heard.  The Pred watched as her body rattled one more time,
her bare breasts jiggling as her life left her.  Her body grew still as her
continued to fuck her for another minute before cumming himself, filling
her lifeless body with his seed.  He stood up and smiled, looking down at
her raped, lifeless body.  Her eyes stared straight up, her expression
pained and broken, her mouth open.  Her C-cup breasts laid still on each
side of her chest, her slightly pudged stomach moved no more as well. 
Lizzie's legs were still spread wide, her gaping pussy leaking the seeds of
her rape.

   The next morning, 10 hours later...

   From the safety of the same van he had used hour earlier, the Pred
watched as the teenager slowly bent over and picked up the brown envelope.
She was dressed in a pair of sleep shorts and a tight tank top, her hair in
a ponytail.  But there was no mistake as to who this was.  From that
distance, he could still see the teen's shocked reaction to what was
written on the envelope.  She looked around before clutching it to her body
and quickly going back into her house.  The Chief had somehow learned who
Pink Angel was.  Now, with the contents of the envelope, they were going to
make her come to them.  With the threat he had filmed right before he
turned off the camera and raped Lizzie, he knew Pink Angel would be coming
to them...alone...
   Next: Pink Angel falls