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Subject: REPOSTED STORY: She-Bat #0 - A Lucky Encounter - by MD James and David Matthews 2
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OK. MD and I are busy working on the origin story for She-Bat along
with some other projects so this will have to do for now. But we WILL
have the origin story done shortly.
Also, I'm happy to announce that MD James has gotten his own E-mail
address so he isn't sharing mine. You can find him at D2beast@aol.com
while you can still find me at this address.
Ok, on with the story..
Warning: The following story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. If you are
not at least 18 years of age, or if depictions of sex and/or nudity
offend you DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. If you have children under the age
of 18 DO NOT LET THEM READ THIS STORY! And finally if you are a
moralistic social crusader, a self-appointed net cop, or a postal
inspector impersonating a real human being- FUCK YOU! READ THE
CONSTITUTION!
The following story is entirely fictional. No actual human beings were
harmed in the making of this story.
This is a taste of an upcoming series of an oversexed superheroine
called She-Bat. She has her basis in many of the heroine comics and
stories. All characters are the creative property of MD James and David
Matthews 2.
==================================================================
She-Bat #0 - A Lucky Encounter
- by MD James and David Matthews 2
She-Bat. Yeah, that was her name… She was a dream, let me tell you!
Excuse me? The name’s Larry Long, although folks just call me the "Long
Arm" because of my little talent. See, I’m a master locksmith by
trade. But I don’t make enough money to do that for a living, so I have
to "freelance" my services to those people who really need my skills.
Folks that hire me usually want something quick, with no questions asked
and no complications. Usually I’m hired by corporate suits who want me
to peek into their competition’s secrets, but on occasion I’ll get a
call from some rival mob boss or from a bunch of assholes who want to
make a fast buck but don’t want to rob banks in broad daylight.
Anyways, I get this call on my anonymous voice mail. I’ve made enough
money doing this stuff to know how not to get caught. Like the
high-price hookers, I only deal with referrals so I won’t end up with
some asshole who wants to turn me in or do me in once the job’s done.
So this guy calls me about doing a bank job. I haven’t done one in
about three years, but I figure I’d give it a shot.
In doing bank jobs, I set a round number plus 10% of any cash raked in.
Sometimes I’m asked to get some jewelry an ex-girlfriend put in a
deposit box, or some bonds or other valuable certificates, so I have to
set that round number to cover my costs. The first time I helped
someone crack a vault we ended up walking out with some worthless
photos, and I never made that mistake again.
Anyways, the guy wanted me to do a simple nighttime bank heist. He
provided a $5000 down payment at the requested drop spot, as well as the
address of the bank. From that point on, it would be all mine to
handle. Some folks would give me little hints like secret security
codes and blueprints and shit like that, but I handle those with a grain
of salt. Hey, if they want the job done by me, they have to let it be
done my way, see?
So I case the bank in the daytime, figuring out everything I need to get
for this job. It has one hell of a skylight, so I figure that’s how
I’ll get in. The safe was one of those simple ones- no vacuum locks or
shit like that. I posed as a prospective client, so they treated me
like royalty, not knowing I was figuring out their security system.
That night I went to work. First thing I do is I program my computer to
call a certain pager number about ten minutes after I leave. The page
would be for an out-call escort service I do business with. I did some
business for the mistress a few years ago and she knows what to expect
when I page her.
By the time I got to the bank I assumed one of the local girls would
have arrived at my apartment. The girls know if I’m not there to simply
use the spare key, walk in, fix themselves a drink, get naked, and wait
up for me. I usually like to celebrate once my job is done, and the
girls also double as my alibi in case the cops ask any questions.
Believe me, considering the money they get for the trouble of waiting
around for me they’ll keep quiet!
Anyways, I’m dressed for work in my black coveralls, black gloves, and
black sneakers. I’ve got all my goodies strapped around my work vest,
and a good supply of black rope. In case I didn’t spot all the cameras,
I also slid a black cap on my head and a black scarf around my neck that
I can slide to cover my mouth. Night vision glasses complete the look.
Now whoever is in charge of security for the bank really made some
stupid mistakes. Like no pressure sensors on the skylight, or an
infrared detector underneath the skylight. Anyone who can make it up to
the ceiling can use the skylight to get in… which was what I did. It’s
not easy to bungee jump from the nearby rooftop, but it’s better than
getting a ladder or renting a cherry picker.
Once in I was again surprised. No guards. And no floor sensors. Just
some cameras. Well I’m not trying to be invisible, just
unidentifiable. Some dry ice and a spilt water cooler usually do the
trick for the few minutes I’m there.
Then there’s the safe- and the old tumbler locks. No vacuum locks with
preset timers. No sir! The OLD stuff, the stuff I used to work on at
home when most kids my age were heavy petting! A little torch job to
cut the hole, and my magic fingers moved into the tumblers.
Click-click-clank! The safe was open for business!
Right about then I’m told I missed an alarm switch hidden in the safe,
but at the time I didn’t hear anything and even if there was one I
figured I’d be out of there before anything could happen. Cops don’t
handle bank alarms like you see on TV anyways. They usually think it’s
a false alarm.
So I was helping myself to some money when I felt this hand grip my
shoulder. But before I could react I found myself being thrown out of
the safe and across the room! The night-vision glasses were thrown off
my face so I couldn’t see too well. It took me a couple of seconds to
get my vision back. Well I look, and there she was standing through the
dry ice fog - She-Bat!
She was wearing some sort of ribbed black cape that looked like
something straight out of a vampire movie. The cape was parted open and
I could see the only thing she had on was a one-piece bodysuit that
split down to her navel and a yellow belt. She had a gold clasp that
kept the two halves of the bodysuit together. Looked like a streamlined
bat with two semi-circles joined together by a triangle. I couldn’t
really see too much of her face, what with that black mask and all, but
she also had dark hair that went down to her shoulders. If it weren’t
for that mask and cape you’d think she was supposed to be in some
aerobics class.. or a nudie club.
Well if there’s one thing I know, I sure as hell wasn’t going to be
stopped by some stripper vigilante! So I lunged at her. She didn’t
know what to make of that, so she started to back away. Then out of
nowhere she lands this kick on me. OUCH!
I ended up back on the other side of the room, banging my head against a
metal desk.
"Fucking cunt," I muttered as I got up.
"My, what language for a thief," she said.
I figured by now that whatever advantage I had was gone, so I decided to
just get out of there. I started to head towards the door, knowing that
She-Bat would try to cut me off. As soon as I saw her move in that
direction I made a quick U-turn and then a leap for the rope. I can
climb up a rope as quick as lightning - the army taught me how to do
that. By the time she gets to the rope I’d be halfway to the skylight
and to a quick getaway.
But halfway up the rope I felt her hand back on my shoulder, and her
pulling me off the rope. We were fifteen feet off the floor, and came
down hard on the tile floor. OUCH!
"That’s it!" I gasped and made a lunge at the slut.
I grabbed at anything I could to get the upper hand on her. In the dark
I saw her eyes go wide in panic. I pulled at the cape, at her mask, her
belt, her costume.. Then I heard a tearing sound, and a warm piece of
flesh entered my hand. We both paused at the time and looked down at
what I did.
The right side of her bodysuit was torn and I had my hand on her ample
breast. Her tit was warm to the touch, and I could feel her nipple
harden in my grasp.
Then I looked back up at her. She wasn’t panicking anymore.. she was
mad!
"My outfit.." she started to say.
I don’t remember too well what happened once she said that. All I know
was that she was a blur of motion and I was in pain. Before I knew it,
I was trussed up by my own rope and she was standing over me in triumph.
Only she didn’t look like she was in triumph. She was trying to fix her
outfit, but apparently didn’t bring any kind of safety pin to fix it and
restore her modesty. The bat-shaped clasp hung low with the bottom half
of the outfit. She had unpinned it from the left half. Then it looked
like she wasn’t trying to fix her outfit as she was massaging her
breast. Then with her other hand she reached underneath the other side
of her outfit and exposed her left breast as began to massage it.
She looked up towards the ceiling in pleasure. I’ve fucked enough
whores to know she was quickly getting off on it. Then she looked down
at me, and I could swear she had a sinister smile as she looked at me.
"You like seeing me this way?" she asked me. "You tore my outfit, you
prick. I think it’s only fair I get a free shot at you."
She walked up to me and twirled her cape. It was then I realized that
the points of the cape had sharp tips on them - and I was bound and
helpless! I closed my eyes in horror. I could hear the sounds of her
cape swirling, then something being shredded to bits, and the rush of
cold air. I thought that was it - she was slicing my innards, or
cutting my dick off into pieces.
But when I didn’t feel any pain, I opened my eyes. The front of my
pants and the bottom half of my shirt were completely shredded apart,
exposing my cock and my shrunken balls to her. Then I saw her pull the
cape behind her shoulders, giving me a full view of her tits. They had
to be at least 42D!
She got down on her hands and knees and crawled close to my crotch. She
examined my cock, which to my embarrassment started to get hard at her
touch. When I have sex I certainly don’t like being tied up because I
like to use my hands and my fingers. After all I do have "the magic
touch," and I’m not just talking about safe-cracking!
She got my cock real hard, then started doing the weirdest thing to it..
she started to blow on it! I could feel her warm breath on it, and it
felt.. well it felt weird! All the time she never took my cock into her
mouth, yet just by breathing on it I was ready to cum for her.
"You really have a big cock," she told me with a grin. "I bet you get
to fuck a lot of women, don’t you?"
I nervously nodded in agreement.
"You know, you really got me hot and bothered now. I can’t just leave
you here for the cops to arrest you. Not yet anyways.." She got up and
draped her cape back around her shoulders so that except for her black
boots and her masked head, I couldn’t see her body.
She moved her arms around underneath her cape. I didn’t know what she
was doing until I heard a clanking sound. Then I saw her yellow belt at
her feet. There was some more movement, then she bent over. As she did
her cape fell apart and I could see her tits hanging down and the rest
of her clothing being pulled down to join her belt at her feet. I was
hoping I would be able to see the rest of her, but instead she stood
back up and closed the cape.
She walked over to my tied up body, my cock that was still hard with
anticipation. She straddled over my waist, with the tips of her cape
just gently grazing me. She positioned herself over me so I couldn’t
see anything except her cape and her face. Then she lowered herself on
me.
"SSSSSSSSS" she hissed as she guided my cock into her.
It felt like my cock was being dipped in warm butter. It felt so good..
"Do you like it?" she asked as she began to bounce up and down. "Huh?
Yeah… I’ll be you do.."
I wanted to reach out.. to pull back the cape and grab hold of her
tits.. but I couldn’t. Instead, I had to lay there, bound up like a
roast while she fucked me.
"UNNGGHH" I moaned as I could feel myself building in pleasure. This
was torture for me, and she seemed to revel in it!
As she bounced up and down on my cock, I saw the cape part slightly, and
I could see her fingers as they grabbed her tits. I tried to look
down.. to get some glimpse of her crotch, but from my position it was
impossible to see that far. She leaned closer to me, and I could feel
her hands as they positioned themselves on my chest. Then she started
to piston herself even faster on my cock.
She didn’t say anything, but by the way she was breathing I knew that
she was close to cumming. So was I for that matter.
We came quietly. She came first, her body spasming and her breathing
interrupted by a few short grunts. I came close behind her with just a
soft groan.
Then just after I came, she quickly got up off me and retrieved the rest
of her clothes. "The police will be in here shortly," she said with a
grin. "I only wish I could be here long enough for you to try to
explain this to them."
She picked up the tool vest which somehow got removed in our little
struggle, then as she turned her back to me, got back into her clothes.
She dropped all the tools I had in that vest, then slid it on underneath
her cape. Then she turned back around so she could face me with the
cape parted once again. The vest covered her breasts so there would be
no showing of the part of her outfit I had torn.
"I think it’s only fair to borrow this from you," she said, "since you
tore my costume. Don’t worry, I’ll be sure to send it to you at the
jail in the morning. Oh, and if you EVER pull another stunt like what
you did again, I’ll slice more than just your coveralls!"
And then.. how can I say it?.. she FLEW up to the skylight! No wires,
no ropes.. she grabbed the ends of her cape and lifted herself up! In a
blink of an eye she was through the skylight and gone from view.
True to her word, the police came storming in a minute after that. I
was thoroughly embarrassed by the whole affair! Imagine being tied up
in the middle of the bank, with all the incriminating evidence lying
around, your coveralls torn open at the crotch, and your cum-layered
dick exposed for the world to see! Everyone at the station had a good
laugh at my expense.
My lawyer wanted me to plead insanity, and I seriously considered it..
until I read the newspaper accounts about She-Bat and her other
exploits. Then I knew I wasn’t crazy at all.
------
Who is She-Bat?
Will there be other exploits of She-Bat?
Will She-Bat be able to keep her clothes together?
Will yet another man fall to She-Bat’s lust?
Interested? Stay tuned for She-Bat #1!
Same She-Bat time
Same She-Bat channel
(Sorry.. couldn’t help that one!)
--
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provided the talk is not 'dangerous.' It does not say that there is
freedom of expression provided the utterance has no tendency to
subvert. It does not put free speech and freedom of the press in the
category of housing, sanitation, hours of work, factory conditions, and
the like, and makes it subject to regulation for the public good. Nor
does it permit legislative restraint of freedom of expression so long as
the regulation does not offend due process. All notions of regulation
or restraint by government are absent from the First Amendment. For it
says in words that are unambiguous, 'Congress shall make no law..
abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press..'"
- from Supreme Court Justice William O. Douglas, 1958
- David Matthews 2
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