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Innocence Lost
Author Unknown
Everybody was there that night - well everybody but Bruce
Wayne, who was conspicuous in his absence from the social event
of the year.
Trevor Hill, CEO and founder of Hill Industries bought along
his lovely daughter, Tiffany, who looked beautiful in her dress, and
caught the eye of many a young bachelor. This suited her father
just fine, Tiffany showed no aptitude at all in business, and as his
only child and heir he dreaded the day that he died and she took
over the business, he was planning on matchmaking with some of
the unattached young businessmen.
"Damn," he said,"I don't see Bruce anywhere about."
"Oh Daddy, another of your stuffy old friends?" asked
Tiffany, hanging off his arm loosely and staring at some of the men.
"What? no darling, I meant Bruce Wayne."
"Oh," she squealed in delight,"He's dreamy."
Trevor smiled, despite his playboy image, Bruce was a
brilliant businessman, and one of the few men who could run Hill
Industries as well as or perhaps even better than himself. The fact
that Tifffany found him 'dreamy' was a good sign. But still, he
couldn't see him.
"Oh look, there's Mary," cried out Tiffany,"I gotta go Dad."
She rushed of to speak with her best friend, Mary
Darlington, who was the youngest daughter of his friend Harold, who
ran Darlington Enterprises, the second largest business corporation
in Gotham. He wandered over to Harold's table.
"Hello Harold, what are you doing here, spying for the
opposition?"
Harold laughed, he was a stalwart supporter of Tony
Dregan, who was running for Mayor against Mayor Hill, this banquet
was in Hill's honour,"You know you only support the Mayor because
he has the same last name as you."
"Well, I have to say, Mayor Hill has a certain ring to it,
doesn't it?" said Raymond Morris, walking up to the table, he shook
Trevors hand,"Been awhile."
"How are you Ray," replied Trevor,"Is Josephine here?"
"She's chatting away with Dick Grayson, quite an intelligent
young man you know."
"Yes, but where's Bruce Wayne, he is his ward isn't he?"
"I have no idea," said Harold,"But I heard....." he was
interupted by a shout, they turned to see the waiters pushing on gas
masks, and pulling strange looking guns from under the tables.
"Everybody freeze!" cried one waiter,"Keep calm and
nobody will get hurt."
"What is the meaning of this?" cried out Mayor Hill, rising to
his feet, Trevor noticed that Commisioner Gordan was sidestepping
behind a pillar, and reaching for a gun. Before anything could
happen, though, the waiters fired the guns into the air, and strange
tubes filled with green liquid smashed into walls, the ceiling and then
the floor, green gas raised into the air.
"Freeze!" cried the Commissioner stepping out from behind
the pillar, he had his gun drawn and pointed at the waiter who had
been speaking. The man just laughed and Trevor noticed that the
Commissioner was doubling up, there's something wrong with my
eyes he thought, before collapsing.
Around the banquet hall, person after person collapsed until
only the waiters remained standing, they rushed to the middle of the
dance floor, there were eight of them.
"Right," said the first,"Grab her, her and her," he pointed out
three girls and the waiters quickly grabbed them,"Now let's get out of
here."
Even with it's meticulous planning, the kidnapping was a
very dangerous, unpredictable affair. So far everything had gone as
Tony said it would - but they had no idea how bad things would get.
They carried the three sleeping girls through the kitchen,
past drugged security guards and kitchen staff, and into a back alley
where a non-descript cream van waited, engine idling.
"Open up," hissed Robert, the kidnapper in charge of the
execution of the operation - now that his part was played out he
meant to get out of there with his money as soon as possible.
Tony, who had waited in the van where it was safe, hopped
out and unlocked the back doors, they slid the three girls in and the
two subordinates followed.
"See ya later, Bobby," said Tony, extending his hand.
"Later, little bro," said Robert, shaking it,"Don't let those two
mess things up."
The van left and Robert walked away into the night.
It was impossible to keep the media out of it, a great deal of
the guests were journalists, and soon t.v cameras were everywhere.
Mayor Hill stared at them with disdain, then walked over to
where Trevor, Raymond and Harold were being questioned by the
police.
"...never done drugs, doesn't even have a boyfriend," Trevor
was sputtering, raising his voice and beginning to stand, planning on
doing who knows what to the plainclothes questioning him.
Raymond held him back.
"What is going on here?" demanded the Mayor,"What's this
about drugs?"
Trevor stared up at the Mayor who shared his
namesake,"This idiot asked if my Tiffany does drugs, or had an old
boyfriend who might do this.......my God, it's as if they suspect her."
"You'll have to excuse Detective Bullock," said
Commissioner Gordan, walking up behind Hill,"He doesn't exactly
have a knack for subtlety."
"What are you doing about it," said Harold, speaking up for
the first time,"Our daughters have been kidnapped and you're doing
nothing about it."
"I can assure you," said Gordan,"That we are doing
everything in our power to find them."
Meanwhile, in the lobby, Dick Grayson picked up the phone
and placed a call to Alfred, on a ........special line.....
Tony stopped in front for the red light, he tapped the
steering wheel in time to the music on the radio, he looked out his
window and saw a police car next to him, the female officer inside
turned and stared at him. He flashed a grin and waved to her, after
a second she waved back with a smile, and then the light changed
and they took different corners.
Tony let out his breath,"That was close."
"Hey Tony," cried out Jake from the back,"These girls are
sure fine, you sure we can't have a little fun?"
"No!" yelled Tony,"I explained, damaged goods bring less
money than high class goods. 'Sides, once we get the ransom from
the old geezers, we can afford to buy any woman in
Gotham....hah!....the world."
Tony's tone of voice was easy going, but he was worried, not
about Jake, but his partner - Clarence. Despite the sissy sounding
name, he was dangerous. Tall, with skin of an olive complexion, he
was leanly muscled, but moved like a cat - slow, lazy and
dangerous. And he also had a real thing for woman. Tony was
hoping that the money would be enough of an incentive to keep him
away from the girls, but if it wasn't, then he would be forced to kill
Clarence. Something he wasn't sure he could do.
"Hey," yelled out Jake,"How soon to the warehouse?"
"About 10 - 15 minutes," replied Tony,"The girls will wake up
soon, keep the gags on them and keep them quiet."
Ten minutes later Josephine Morris awoke, she stared
around and then tried to scream, but she had a ball gag in her
mouth.
"Quiet darling," said Clarence in a soft voice,"No one will get
hurt if you stay quiet."
Tiffany awoke next, followed by Mary, and Clarence
repeated the message to both - he was imposing enough to keep
them quiet - although a flash of anger passed through Tiffany's eyes.
They then arrived at the warehouse, it was supposed to be
abandoned, had been in fact, for several years, and Robert had
checked it out just last week, unfortunately for the kidnappers, things
were starting to get unpredictable.
After the forensic boys had swept over the alley a couple of
times and cordoned it of, they left, and soon after so did the police.
Trevor, Harold and Raymond were told to go home and get some
rest, and a group of policemen went with each, to set up surveillance
at their houses.
When all was quiet, a dark figure dropped silently into the
alley. He peered around through mirrored eye lenses that gave him
an inhuman appearance. As he walked down the alley, his black
cape drifted with him along the ground, he should have been worried
about possible clues being obscured, but he didn't look at the
ground, but the brick walls of the alley.
At the end of the alleyway he placed a pair of goggles over
his eyes and looked around, a small smile lifted one edge of his
mouth.
"Gotcha," said the Batman and was then gone as if he had
never been there.
Jake opened the doors and waved Tony through, he then
closed them up and turned around to help Clarence and Tony move
the girls. He stopped in his tracks.
Unseen in the darkness, ten men in suits and trenchcoats
had approached the van and surrounded it, Tony was being dragged
out of the car by a hulking brute who probably had more brains in his
biceps then his head. Jake turned to slip away and found himself
staring at a tall man, wearing suit and trenchcoat like the others, but
also an old battered fedora. A cigarette hung from his mouth loosely
and he stared down at Jake with eyes devoid of emotion.
"Hey pal," muttered Jake,"We was just parking here, we can
leave if you want."
The man smiled, but the grin did not touch his eyes, he
looked up at the men who were holding Tony and nodded.
"You'll leave here," said the brute holding Tony,"But it'll be
feet first."
The others laughed - with the exception of the smoking man
who pushed Jake over to the others.
"What's in the back of the van?" asked one of the
men,"Money, drugs?"
"Nothing man," said Tony,"We were just parking here, you
know, I've been driving all night and needed somewhere to sleep."
The smoking man grabbed him by the mouth and twisted his
head this way and that, then released it,"He's lying, open it up."
One of the men walked to the back of the van and yanked
the doors open, he peered inside the interior of the van then looked
out, surprise on his face. Tony's heart shrank as he waited for the
words that would follow.
"It's empty," the man said.
Clarence watched from the shadows, when Tony had been
pulled out he had grabbed the girls and motioned for them to be
quiet. There was a trapdoor in the floor of the van which he silently
pulled up, he sent the girls through first, they seemed to realise the
danger they were all in and did not attempt to rush of.
Once down, he placed the trapdoor back and lay flat on the
ground, somehow the girls had managed to spread out so that they
were all safe under the van. When Jake was pushed forward he slid
out and rolled behind a barrel, then motioned to the girls to follow.
Tiffany came first, followed by Josephine, he had a bad moment
when he thought Mary had frozen, then she too, followed.
He motioned for them to be silent and slid forward, keeping
his eye on the men all the time. He moved silently throughout the
factory, until he found a window that the girls could slip out through,
then he moved to the centre of the factory where he found another
van, filled with blank pieces of paper. He nodded, boxes nearby
bore the legend : U.S Mint.
He rushed back to the girls and bought them forward to the
window.
"When you see the signal," he whispered,"Open that window
and get out."
"What signal?" Tiffany asked.
"You'll know it," he said and slipped away.
"Oh God," moaned Mary,"We're going to die."
"Shut up," said Tiffany,"Once we're out, we'll find a
policeman and get out of here, we'll be home by eleven."
Josephine grinned,"Curfew huh?"
The smoking man stared at the van's interior,"There's a
trapdoor, spread out and search this place."
Before anyone could comply however, the factory began to
light up, they stared around and saw flames flickering in the
distance.
"The paper," cried out the brute.
"You know what to do," said the smoker, and motioned all
the men but the brute to follow him, they rushed of towards the
flames.
The brute turned and reached into coat, he pulled out a gun
fixed with a silencer and shot Jake, then he turned to Tony.
"Wait..." said Tony and the bullet hit him right between the
eyes.
The girls were sullen, after slipping out the window they had
made to escape, but Clarence had been there a second later and
had forced them to follow him up a fire escape ladder to the top of a
nearby building.
He stared at them properly for the first time, and the girls
recoiled as if struck under his gaze.
Tiffany : She was about average height, wearing a small,
tight black dress. Her blond hair hung just below her shoulders,
accentuating perfect facial features. The dress showed of a lot of
cleavage of her large breasts. She had a skinny waist and tight ass.
She stared at him hostilely and Clarence felt excitement rush
through his body - he would enjoy taming her.
Mary : She was meek, he decided, her face was neither
plain nor pretty and she wore her short black hair simply. She was
wearing a red sequined dress that came below her knees, she was in
bare feet, having lost her high heels on the fire escape ladder. Her
breasts were about average size, and her waist was nowhere near
as skinny as Tiffany's, but she looked like she would be a nice fuck -
uncomplaining and unexpectant.
Josephine : She was beautiful, truly beautiful, her straight
red hair done in a 'Rachel' style. She was wearing a blue dress with
spaghetti straps like Mary, and the clash between her hair and her
dress made him think of chaos, this one was a firestarter, a
troublemaker - and she would be hot in bed. She had small breasts,
but her waist was nearly non existant and she had the nicest ass he
had ever seen. He would do her last he decided.
"Okay girls," he said,"Follow me," he stood up and walked to
the edge of the building, looking over he saw that the fire was out, a
few of the men were walking around the building, looking for him.
He turned to speak and Tiffany rammed her fist into his gut.
"Whoof...." he gasped and sat down hard, the blow had
caught him completely by surprise, and coupled with the ring on her
finger, he was hurt. He tried to get up and Josephine kicked him
hard in the gut, he went down again.
"Come on," said Tiffany,"Let's get out of here."
The smoker and the brute piled Jake and Tony's body into
their own van with most of the undamaged mint paper and drove
away, the smokers last instructions were,"Get rid of their van."
As the other men made preperations to leave, none noticed
a black figure slip down through an open skylight to a box.
"Okay," said the man left in charge,"Let's get out of here," a
second later he was pulled into the shadows by a black gloved hand.
"Harry?" said one of the other men, he looked down as a
small plastic tube bounced to his feet, he looked up and saw a dark
figure staring down at him, then the tube emitted a green gas.
"Batman.....?" he started and fell to the ground,
unconscious.
One by one the men were incapacitated, until all were tied
up together.
"I want some answers," said the Batman, staring down at the
mafioso's,"And I intend to get them."
Tiffany slammed the receiver back into the payphone.
"No dialtone, no nothing."
"This is ridiculous," said Josephine, staring around,"Not a
single payphone in this area works, what's the deal," the three girls
had led pampered lives, and a phone out of order seemed
inexplicable to them.
"Come on," said Tiffany,"I can hear faint music in that
direction," she said, pointing of to her left,"If there's some sort of
party going on, there'll be a phone."
The two girls followed her, the streets in the warehouse
district were surprisingly deserted this night, they saw the occasional
bum, their noses wrinkling in disgust at the poor unfortunates who
they considered below human level. Finally the music became more
apparent, louder and they found themselves standing outside a
warehouse.
"A party? In there?" said Mary,"What kind of party?"
A girl came wondering out of the warehouse, followed by a
good looking guy, the girl was wearing amazingly tight, short jeans
and a white halter top, she should have been freezing but sweat was
running down her face. The girls noticed then that off to the side a
great deal of cars were parked, the girl fumbled with her keys and
opened one of the car doors, then she turned to the guy,"Come on
then, we don't have all day."
The girls watched in shock as she removed her halter top,
impossibly large breasts bouncing free, she then pulled off her
shorts - with some difficulty - revealing that she was wearing no
panties, her vagina, Tiffany noticed, was completely shaven. The
guy noticed the three girls watching and winked,"Don't worry babes,
you'll get your turn," he laughed and then him and the girl hopped
into the car together, moans and squeals soon began to emanate
and the car began moving.
"I don't beleive it," said Mary, shocked,"We can't go in
there."
"There'll be a phone in there," said Josephine,"Come on."
"No thanks, I'll wait out here," Mary replied, crossing her
arms she stood, almost daring them to make her go in.
"Fine," said Tiffany,"Stay here, but don't move, we'll be back
soon."
The two girls moved of, leaving Mary by herself, watching
the car move up and down.
Tiffany and Josephine entered the warehouse and the music
hit them full force, techno music rammed into them, wave after
wave, all around them teenagers leapt about, flailing their limbs and
nodding their heads in time to the beat. Most were covered in
sweat, breasts showing clear through the tight white tops of the girls.
Many of the guys had removed shirts, and just thrown them to the
ground, where they were stamped on and ruined.
"Wow," yelled Josephine,"What kind of party is this?"
Tiffany pointed at a young boy, no more than fifteen, who
was holding a balloon, it seemed about half deflated and he was
giggling wildly,"It's some kind of rave," she said,"Drugs come free
and fast here."
"Wow," said Josephine,"How do you know about a place like
this?"
"I saw it on 90210," she replied in total seriousness,"But I
don't think we'll find a phone here."
A tall man approached them, he looked in his early twenties,
had black hair and a goatee, he was actually wearing a black
turtleneck and Josephine couldn't help but think - beatnik?
"Hey girls, need a phone?" he said, smiling and revealing
impossibly white, square teeth.
"Yeah," said Tiffany, warily.
The man grinned even wider and reached into his pocket,
pulling out a hand held cell phone,"Kind of like this huh?"
"Yes," said Josephine excitedly,"Can we use it?"
"Course you can, as soon as the power has built back up, it
uses recharging batteries you see, and it won't be ready for about
ten minutes,"he was spinning shit, but had correctly guessed that the
only thing these girls knew about a cellphone was that you could talk
to your buddies on it and Daddy would pay for it.
"That's great," yelled Tiffany over the music,"But can we get
somewhere away from this music?"
"I know just the place," he yelled,"Have a drink, then we'll
go."
The girls realised they were in fact, very thirsty, and nodded,
he handed them a couple of drinks.
"Soda water," he told them,"With this much dancing going
on, the kids just want something cold to keep from dehydrating."
They took sips, and grinned, then gulped it down, neither
noticing the ectasy tablets inside.
"Jackie!" cried a loud voice, Mary spun around and saw a
young guy, no older than herself, staggering towards her, he wasn't
wearing a shirt, and his well muscled body and healthy complexion
belied the drunken, drugged out image he was portraying.
"I'm afraid you have me mistaken for someone else," said
Mary, grinning weakly,"But perhaps......." before she could finish he
reached her, grabbed her and kissed her, she struggled but her arms
were pinned to her sides by his embracing limb. His tongue snaked
down her throat and his hand lowered down to her ass, which he
began kneading.
He pulled loose,"Miss me?"
She started to scream and he looked startled, he grabbed
her by both shoulders and rammed her against the bonnet of a car,
knocking the breath out of her. He grinned,"Come on Jackie, I told
you I don't like screamers, how about we do it again, for old times
sakes."
Suddenly she felt his hand reach down to the hem of her
dress, grabbing it, he pulled it up, bringing the dress up around her
waist, her white panties were the only thing between him and her
vagina.
"No," she yelled and he slapped her, hard, she shut up
instantly, shocked into silence - no one had ever raised a hand to
her in her entire life.
"Why are you making this so hard?" he asked, genuinely
perplexed,"You always loved fucking before," she stared at him in
total fear and shock, like a deer caught in the headlights of a
oncoming car. He grinned and stood up, then he lowered his pants
and next his boxers, his cock, only about seven inches, popped free,
but to her it looked like the biggest thing she had ever seen, she
began to move up again and he slammed her back down, knocking
the wind from her again, tears began to form in her eyes. He ripped
her panties from her with one hand and grinned at her hairy
cunt,"You've grown it I see," he said,"I don't mind, it's getting a little
cold out anyway."
She suddenly felt the most incredible pain as he rammed
into, he did not slide in slowy or attempt to make it easy for her, he
just popped her cherry and moaned in pleasure, she screamed again
and he stared down at her,"This shit is getting boring you know," he
told her and slapped her hard, then he began pushing into her,
slowly now, pushing in, then pulling out slowly, then sliding back in,
he grinned at her,"See, you're enjoying it, you're wet," he didn't
realise it was blood from her shattered maidenhood.
His thrusts became faster now, he wasn't even staring at
her, just thrusting faster and faster, his face grimacing in either pain
or pleasure, she couldn't tell, and she found that, his thrusts were no
longer hurting her, she couldn't feel a thing, not even the cold car
bonnet against her back, she could no longer taste or feel the
residue from when his tongue had intruded into her mouth, thing
were getting dark, and she slid away into nothingness, as the
unknown man continued to rape her unconscious body.
Robert peered through the eyehole and was not entirely
unsurprised to see two police officers on the other side of the door.
He reached for the gun underneath his jacket and then stopped, why
make things worst. He opened the door.
"Can I help you?" he asked coldly.
"Are you Robert Lucas, brother of Anthony Lucas?" asked
the female officer, she looked like a chicano to him.
"Yeah, but call me Bobby, what's up?"
"Sir, we're terribly sorry, but Anthony was found under the
Gotham bridge, he had been shot through the head, he was with
another body, one Jake Goldsmith."
Robert's icy expression did not change,"So what, you expect
me to care?I always knew the luttle shit would end up getting iced,
and that pal of his Jake was a moron."
"Sir, we understand in situations like this that shock can set
in, if you would like one of us to stay here with you.........."
"No," he said simply and began to close the door.
"Hey pal!" cried out the heavyset man next to her, blocking
the closing door with one hand,"We beleive that your brother and
friend were involved with mobsters, it may be that they're after
anyone with a criminal connection to them - are you sure you're
safe?"
Robert's face contorted with agony,"Are you calling me a
criminal you son of a bitch?!?" he screamed at them, making them
both flinch backwards,"I haven't seen my goddam brother in three
years, and I couldn't care less, then you show up and tell me the
miserable bastard is dead, and when I don't break down and cry you
accuse me of having connections to the Mafia! Get the fuck out!" he
slammed the door shut on the two officers.
Bullock stared at the door in surprise, the cigarette he had
just placed in his mouth fell out and he stumbled to pick it up, people
in the neighbouring apartments in the building were poking their
heads out of the door.
"Let's get out of here," said Perez,"Before everyone in this
building decides to sue Gotham P.D."
As they walked away Bullock looked back at Robert's
door,"Sheesh, what a sweet guy!"
Inside the apartment, Robert slumped down aginst the door,
inside him a great yawning chasm seemed to have opened. Tony
was dead, how could it be that the little brother he had loved so
much was dead. He stood up, tears threatened to escape his eyes
but he held them back, he had to get to the warehouse and find out
what had gone wrong.
-.-
Tiffany felt funny, that was the only word she had for it, her
entire body tingled with pins and needles. She stared over at
Josephine,"Hey, I feel kind of weird."
"I don't know about you," said Josephine as they waited
outside by a car for the man - Paolo - to return,"But I'm feeling
horny."
"How can you be feeling horny after everything we've been
through?" asked Tiffany, trying to sound scornful, but she had to
admit that she was feeling amorous herself, her panties were
soaking and there was an itch down there that she had to scratch.
She looked around and saw no one was about, she hiked up her skirt
and slid her fingers down her panties, scratching at her cuntlips, but
it was no good, the itch was inside, she slid a finger in and tried to
twist her finger around, finally she found the spot she was looking for
and began to scratch, a rush of pure pleasure rocked through her
and she cried out in joy, her finger and hand was flooded in juices.
"What happened?" she said, staring at Josephine,"I've never
felt anything like that before."
Josephine grinned,"You just had an orgasm baby."
Paolo stepped out of the shadows as Tiffany was pulling her
tight black dress back down over her lap,"Hey girls, my cell phone is
out of it's area, we'll have to drive deep into Gotham to use it, hop
in," he opened his car door.
"Where's Mary?" asked Josephine, realising there friend was
not in the car park they had left her in.
Paolo, smiled, he had seen the three of them walking into
the carpark and picked them for suckers right away,"Was she
wearing a red sequined dress, just below the knees with a cut up to
the middle thigh?"
"Yeah," said Tiffany,"Have you seen her?"
"Sure, a taxi came and picked her up, I heard her say she
was going to Gotham Heights," this was a gamble, the three of them
looked well to do and most well to do Gothamites lived in Gotham
Heights.
"Bitch!" laughed Josephine,"At least she's getting home all
right, come on Paolo," she said, hopping into the car,"Let's go."
They all got into the car and drove away.
Behind the building, in an old pickup truck, a young man sat
with a large tank of Nitrous Oxide, every so often a teenager would
show up and pay him ten bucks to fill a balloon with gas for him,
then he would watch as the boy or girl would walk back into the rave,
giggling and excited.
The back doors opened suddenly and a flood of people
rushed out, some seemed excited, others angry, but the majority
looked apathetic.
He caught some conversation floating over his way.
".......having fun......."
"..........against the law?..........."
"....haven't seen them......."
".....yeah I fucked her and your mother!"
The man had a sudden vision of cops filling the place, and
was about to leap over the side when the crowd reached the truck
and surrounded it, maybe thinking it could provide them safety. He
looked at the open doors and saw nothing but darkness, then he
looked closer and saw the darkness was moving! As he watched the
Batman emerged from the shadows and strode towards the crowd,
he dragged behind him two of the bouncers, extremely large men,
they were both unconscious.
"Shit," he said as the Batman jerked his head up and saw
him, his lips turned in a scowl that made the drug dealers blood run
cold.
"I'm looking for three girls," he yelled out,"One's dressed in a
tight black dress, the other in a blue and the third in a red sequined
dress, they'll be about 19, and look terrified."
The dealer, Mark, sat down in the pickup, trying to make
himself invisible, but then he noticed a black shadow passing over
him, he looked up in time to see the Batman looming over him, then
he was shoved against the floor of the pickup's trailer.
"You saw them," he said, not a question, a statement.
"No, no way man."
The Batman stared at him, then he grabbed a balloon from
the floor and filled it from the tank, he looked around at the
teenagers,"You think this stuff is harmless," he yelled out,"Shall we
see?"
He pressed the balloon against Mark's lips,"You know as
well as I do Mark, that one shot of this stuff does make you laugh
and feel happy, but if you take in to much it can do serious brain
damage, even cause death."
Around him several teenagers laughed, one cried out that he
had toked two balloon loads once with no bad effects.
Mark shook his head,"Don't make me take that stuff!" he
cried out,"It's poison! it'll fuck up my brain."
Batman nodded,"Like you screwed up the brains of how
many kids tonight?" he relaxed his fingers pressure on the balloon
and some gas escaped into Marks lips, the dealer thrust away from
the Batman, pushing up against the rear window of the
pickup,"Please man, please oh please, I'll tell you."
"Where are they."
"The one in the red sequins drove away with some guy in a
brown ford, the other two went into Gotham with Paolo Corzene, you
know who Paolo Corzene is?"
"Yeah I know," said the Batman,"He's a sleazy crook, not a
Mafia Prince like he'd have some beleive, he hasn't even made his
'bones' yet."
Mark began to blubber, he opened his eyes and saw the
Batman was gone, he sighed wearily, releasing the built up tension,
then he looked over at the teenagers, they looked very angry.
"You've been feeding us that shit!" yelled one large
one,"And you knew what it could do."
Mark found himself wishing the Batman had taken him with
him.
On top of the warehouse, Clarence watched the precedings
with interest, every word had carried to him, including the name of
Paolo Corzene.
"Jesus, Scott who the hell is this?" asked Patrick, staring at
Mary's unconscious, naked body.
"What do you mean who the hell is this?" muttered Scott,
stumbling over his words,"It's Jackie, you remember Jackie?"
"Jackie moved to New Zealand you moron," said
Patrick,"She doesn't look a thing like Jackie anyways."
"You sure? she let me fuck her."
Patrick stared at Scott, then at the blood on Mary's
thighs,"Think back real hard, did she actually want to fuck you?"
"Well yeah, thing was, she liked to scream, and she was
playing hard to get, you know, saying no when she meant yes."
Patrick slapped his forehead,"You fucking moron, you raped
her."
Scott stared at Patrick in shock,"No fucking way."
"Yeah, and you're going to get her out of here before she
wakes up and sees me."
Scott stared at Mary's naked body,"I can't go to jail, there
had to be something we can do?"
Patrick looked out the window, across the street a woman -
obviously a hooker - danced in front of the house of her pimp.
"There may be a way."
Robert stood outside the warehouse where they had planned
to hold the girls, several men were being led out by the police, one
was nursing a bruised head.
"I'll sue him damages, that son of a bitch," he yelled.
"Sure," said one of the cops,"Sue Batman you fucking
moron."
Robert slid back into the alley, now there were two people
who he needed revenge on, Clarence for one, because he had
obviously cut and run with the girls, and Batman, who must have
killed his brother.
Paolo smiled warmly at the man he shared his house with,
Santino 'Sonny' Travini - a computer genius who worked for Rupert
Thorn, same as him.
"Hey Sonny," he said,"Come here."
Sonny was average height, very slight and wore glasses, but
he always held a steady girlfriend, it was said he was a fantastic
lover,"Take a look through the two way mirror," said Paolo,"See the
chicks in there?"
Sonny stared at the two,"Fantastic," he whispered,"The red
head in the blue dress, she's great."
"I know buddy, she's all yours."
Sonny turned and stared at him,"Really?"
"Yeah, I heard you and Marlene broke up, this is my
commiseration gift."
"Paolo baby," he said with a grin,"What I said about getting
the fake id for your friend in Sicily without Mr Thorn's permission,
forget it - it's yours."
The two men walked into the lounge where Tiffany and
Josephine sat, Tiffany was moaning slightly, her eyes were closed
and her hands kept straying towards her lap. Beside her Josephine
grinned happily and stupidly at her reflection in the mirror she had
just been viewed through.
"Girls, this is Sonny, Sonny - Tiffany, Tiffany - Sonny, Sonny
- Josephine, Josephine - Sonny."
This cracked Josephine up for some reason and Sonny took
the advantage to slip up next to her on the couch, he surrepitously
slipped his arm around her shoulders,"Paolo's a funny guy huh?"
"Yeah," she said, wiping tears of laughter from her
eyes,"You know, I keep thinking there's something I should be doing,
but I can't think what?"
"This perhaps?" he said, he grabbed the back of his head
and slid forward, he kissed her lightly on the lips, after a few
seconds she responded and he kissed deeper, sliding his tongue
down her throat, his hand slid down her legs until he found the hem
of her dress, he slid his hand underneath and reached for her
vagina, she moaned in pleasure.
Tiffany stared at them in amazement, she turned and looked
at Paolo.
"There's something I have to do," she said to him, looking
embarassed.
"What's that?" asked Paolo in his sexiest voice.
"I gotta use your bathroom, I think I'm going to puke."
Robert watched the dark figure jump to the next roof, he
grinned, lifting the rifle he stared through the gunsight, catching sight
of the Batman had been surprisingly easy, he had been sitting on the
roof of a warehouse when he saw the Dark Knight slip from one roof
to the next, and had followed him to this point. Now the Caped
Crusader had stopped on the roof and was examining it. He raised
the gun till it was directed right at the back of his neck.
A hand slipped round his mouth and pulled him back, he
stared up at a very familiar face, he had seen it on hundreds of news
broadcasts.
"No, no, no," cackled the Joker,"Batsy's mine!"
Rupert Thorn watched the t.v screen with interest, he turned
and stared at the man smoking the cigarette,"I hate the smell of
smoke," he said.
"I like it," replied the man. Rupert fumed with anger, but
there was nothing her could do, this was the only man he feared, the
self styled Mafia Man, a dangerous triggerman for an unknown
family, all that was known about him was that he smoked more than
the Cancer Man on t.v's X-Files and that he was occasionally hired
out to other families to run jobs, he never failed.
"You nearly botched the Mint job," he said, trying to throw
the man of balance.
"But I didn't," came the simple reply.
"Some of the paper was burnt."
"But not all, and we ended up with more than you needed
anyway."
The man was insufferably calm, Thorn turned and pointed at
the videoscreen,"You know who that girl Sonny is feeling up is?"
"Yes."
Again Thorn felt the impotent anger, he decided to
continue,"It's Josephine Morris, daughter of Raymond Morris. She
was supposedly kidnapped earlier tonight."
"You saying she wasn't?"
"I think that her, Tiffany Hill, Sonny and Paolo had
something planned - without my permission."
"What about Mary Darlington?" asked the Mafia
Man,"What's her connection?"
"I don't know," yelled Thorn,"You find out and tell me!"
"Okay," he said and walked away.
Thorn smashed his fist into the table, he was beginning to
get pissed off.
-.-
Clarence stood inside the bathroom of Paolo Corzene,
Tiffany lay unconscious on the floor next to him, he had clubbed her
when she walked in.
"Hey baby," came Paolo's voice,"You done in there yet,"
when there was no answer he cried out,"Brush your teeth before you
come out baby, use the red one, it's Sonny's," he laughed.
Clarence continued to wait, after another five minutes Paolo
cried out,"Baby? I'm coming in."
Clarence walked to the door and grabbed the knob, as it
began to turn he thrust it forward, it smashed into Paolo's face,
knocking him back to the ground. Before he could get up Clarence
kicked him hard in the face, then in the gut, he pulled out a knife,
took it to his throat and slit it in one quick motion.
He walked into the lounge, there was no one there, he
searched the house room by room, but found nothing, he went back
to the Bathroom, picked up Tiffany and carried her out.
"Who are you?" asked the large black man.
"Hi there," said Patrick,"We're looking for Drexall."
"What the fuck do you want with him?"
"It's about a new girl."
The man stared at Patrick, Scott and finally Mary, then
opened the screen door and let them in,"This way," he said and
walked through a bead curtain. They followed him into a dining
room/living room, a t.v was playing a movie, Patrick wasn't sure
which one but he had seen it before. Drexall sat at the table, above
it a large lamp shone down on chinese food. Drexall was wearing a
bathrobe and boxers.
"Looky here," he said, staring at the two men and
Mary,"Marty got him a coupla white boys," Drexall was white
himself.
"Mr Drexall....." started Scott, Patrick hushed him.
"So you the man in charge huh?" Drexall said to
Patrick,"BMOC, the boss - now what you doing coming to this place
when you got a fine bit of fuckmeat like that with you?" he pointed at
Mary.
"That's just it sir," said Patrick, seating himself he glanced at
the t.v screen, grabbed an egg roll and started to chow down.
Drexall smiled, the white boy had balls.
"As it is, this bit of....fuckmeat....just fell into our hands and
we don't know what to do with her - so Harry here asked
me,'George, what are we going to do with her?' and I said,'Simple,
give her to the man who'll know what to do - Drexall.'"
Drexall stood up and walked over to Mary, she was standing
straight now, but her face was still disorientated.
"She a dumbass right?"
"Yeah," said Scott with a smile,"She's dumbass."
"Boys, I'm going to do you a favour, I'll take this bit of
fuckmeat of you for no charge."
"No charge?" said Patrick with a smile,"Sir, we were kind of
expecting you to......."
"No, no, no," he said with a grin,"Here's the deal, 'Harry and
George', I'll take her and I guarantee that never me or her will tell
anyone that you raped and kidnapped her."
"We never......" started Scott, a large shadow loomed over
him and he looked up, seeing Marty standing over him,"The meeting
is over," he said with a small grin.
The two young men walked out of Drexalls.
"Damn," said Scott,"We could have used the money."
"Just shut up," said Patrick,"We're safe now anyway."
As they walked away Marty followed them, shotgun in hand.
The Mafia Man, never a stranger to dangerous situations -
knew when to keep out of things, this was one of those times.
Having arrived at Paolo's house and finding it deserted except for
Paolo's dead body, he had returned to Thorn's home, together they
watched the video surveillance camera's - getting a good look at the
murderer. They also saw Sonny drive Josephine away in his car
several minutes before Paolo's death.
"I'm at a loss," Thorn had said,"Is there anything you can
do?"
He had nodded and left, leaving Thorn fuming again. Now
he stood on the fifth floor of a warehouse, watching the Joker chat
away with Robert - he had been tracking Robert, before disposing of
Tony and Jakes body he had checked their i.d - finding a picture of
Robert which he had taken with him, he had come to suspect that
Robert was the man who had set fire to the mint papers and also the
man who killed Paolo - now after getting a good look at him, he
knew he was wrong - which left him at a loss - who was the
mysterious stranger who killed Paolo - what did the Batman have to
do with it. After he had left the warehouse with the bodies and all
the paper that Thorn would need, he had discovered that moments
later the Batman had captured his men - where did that leave him?
He slipped out through the roof of the building and began
the process of finding Sonny.
"You wanna go for a drive?" Sonny asked Josephine as they
sat on the couch, his fingers half way up her cunt.
"You gotta nice car?" she asked.
"I have a beautiful car," he smiled,"Nearly as beautiful as
you."
"How sweet," she said,"Let's go.
They hopped up, she lowered her dress down and they
walked into the garage, a lamborghini awaited them. She cooed
over it, then they hopped in and drove of, heading for Gotham's
nightclubs.
When they arrived at the club they were instantly noticed by
several people who rushed over to them.
"Sonny, cool wheels, who's the chick?"
Sonny smiled, inwardly he cursed, he didn't know her
name,"Introduce yourself baby."
She smiled, very erotically in his mind at least,"Josephine,
and you are?"
"Names Alex," said the foremost,"And you look familiar, do I
know you from somewhere, old school perhaps?"
"Save the come on Alex," said Sonny, placing an arm
around Josephine's shoulder,"She's with me."
"Can't blame a guy for trying," said Alex with a grin,"But I do
know you from somewhere."
Josephine grinned, thinking,'Of course you know me, I'm
Josephine Morris, son of Raymond Morris, you might have seen me
on the news, I was kidnapped earlier................' she shot upright,
turning to Sonny she shouted,"Do you have a phone?"
"Of course, but why.........."
"Give it to me now you little turd," she yelled at him,"Or I'll
rip your fucking head of."
Raymond sobbed in relief,"Yes darling, a patrol car is
coming now, stay on the line, what about Tiffany and Mary?"
He listened for what seemed an eternity to Trevor and
Harold, then he turned to an officer and said,"Two blocks from here,
1828 Gotham Avenue, Tiffany is there."
Trevor sat down heavily, he sighed,"Thank God, thank
God," over and over again.
"What about Mary?" asked Harold.
Raymond stared at him in excitement,"Ring home,
Josephine says Mary managed to catch a taxi home over an hour
ago."
The Joker whispered excitedly to Robert,"We're going to kill
him," he turned to another man and gave him the thumbs up
sign,"Do it Mr Smith."
Smith turned around and yelled at the other men,"Okay
boys, rush in there, your job is to flush him out, we'll take care of the
rest."
The men rushed out into the street and into the next
warehouse, on top of the roof the Batman slid through the skylight,
as it closed behind him the Joker cackled.
"Blow the roof Mr Smith."
Smith flicked a switch and the entire roof exploded.
"Blow the walls!"
The walls of the warehouse blew outwards.
"Blow the sewer system below."
A deep thunderous roar echoed out of the ground, pavement
collapsed.
"Blow the interior!"
What was left of the building exploded, wood collapsed
everywhere on the street, the Joker laughed maniacally.
"We did it," said Smith with a grin,"We had to kill twenty
saps to do it, but we did it."
A small grin danced across Robert's face, despite the horror
he felt at the useless destruction of twenty lives, inside of him a
warm feeling of well being flooded up from the deep chasm within.
The Joker grinned happily at him,"The three of us will go down in
history as the men who killed Batman........well I will anyway, you
two are just my henchmen."
He turned to congratulate Smith, but Smith was gone.
"Smith," said Joker, an edge of uneasiness in his
voice,"Where are you old boy."
A black shadow slipped past them, as they turned to follow it
they saw Smith, hanging from the ceiling, a batrope strung around
him.
"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Robert,"He's
dead.......he's dead. There's no way he could have escaped that - it
was impossible."
Incredibly the Joker started to laugh, he threw back his head
and let it spill out, he couldn't stop, he doubled over and laughed
louder and harder. Robert turned and ran, but something snaked
around his legs, tripping him up. He looked behind him and saw the
Batman advancing on the Joker, the crazed villian suddenly darted
into the shadows, still laughing - just like that the Batman was gone,
disappearing into the shadows.
Robert rolled himself outside the building, sitting against the
wall he managed to get into a standing position, then he took a knife
from his pocket and cut the batrope, then he ran away as fast as he
could.
Josephine glared at Sonny,"Once the police get here, you'll
have a lot of explaining to do," she growled at him. Sonny said
nothing, it was useless to run, she knew where he lived, but he had
already made a call to Rupert Thorn's top security man, who was
destroying his important computer files as he waited. A police car
pulled around the corner, it stopped next to Josephine.
"Miss Morris?" asked the large plainclothes police officer, he
was wearing a trenchcoat and crumpled fedora.
"Thank God," she said,"Get me out of here, is a car coming
to pick him up?" she said, pointing at Sonny. She got in.
"Don't worry about him," said the officer,"He'll be taken care
of," as they drove away he lit up a cigarette.
Minutes later another police car pulled in, a large
plainclothes police officer and a mexican woman jumped out.
"Where is Josephine Morris?" asked the large man.
"She....just left....she just left with another officer?" stumbled
Sonny.
Bullock stared at Perez,"There go our promotions."
"Marty, you know what we got here, a mother fucking charlie
brown," said Drexall.
Mary watched the precedings with the same glazed over
expression, Marty had just bought in a young white guy of about
average height, and he and Drexall had discussed the man's wife
and for some reason, Alabama - which was a state she had thought.
Then the young man had handed Drexall an envelope, as far as she
could see, it contained nothing.
"Mr Majestic," said Drexall,"Listen....Charlie.....none of this
bullshit is necessary, I don't got no hold over Alalbama, I was just
trying to lend the bitch a helping hand," as he spoke he lifted his tray
of chinese food, then he pushed forward, tipping the tray and the
table as he grabbed hold of the young man. Marty had already
grabbed him from behind and Drexall knocked them both to the
floor, he sat on the young mans chest and smashed his fist into his
face several times,"Mother fucker, wanna fuck with me?" he
screamed. The young man grabbed Drexall by the neck and began
to choke him, Drexall smashed him in the face, knocking his head
back into Marty's nose. The pain made Marty let go and the guy
slipped away.
"Come back here mother......" yelled Drexall, he moved after
the boy, but was caught by him and flung into the fish tank, spilling
water everywhere, one of the girl's screamed and ran, Mary sat
where she was, a thin line of drool running down her mouth.
Mart grabbed him around the back again and Drexall
smashed him in the gut, the face and the balls, causing him to
slump to the floor.
"That's what you get when you fuck with me," yelled
Drexall,"Shit motherfucker, smash me up in front of my mother
fucking people, your ass must be crazy, he dragged him back into
the living room, dining room.
"You just made another mistake," said Drexall, staring at the
beaten up young man, he kicked him in the gut, Marty walked
through the bead curtain, staring at his smashed up nose in the
compact mirror he had taken from one of the girls.
"He must have thought it was white boy day," said Drexall,"It
ain't white boy day is it Marty?"
"Nah man, it ain't white boy day."
Drexall sat down on the white boy, he grabbed his wallet and
pulled out the drivers license,"Well well, look at this, Clarence
Worley........."
The rest of the words died out in Mary's mind, she only
heard Clarence, and her eyes snapped back into focus. She stood
up and rushed out of the room, past the screaming whores and out
of the door. Behind her she heard several gunshots, and Clarence's
voice screaming,"You thought it was pretty fucking funny didn't you?
didn't you, look at me you piece of shit!" three more gun shots
followed and then she was gone, running into the darkness towards
Gotham Heights.
Clarence shoved a hand over Tiffany's mouth as the
gunshots sounded,"This is a bad part of town," he said with a
smile,"You better keep quiet."
He poked his head around the alley, missing Mary's
disappearance into the darkness by a matter of seconds. Outside
Drexall's house a white guy with a large suitcase and sunglasses
struggled down the road, he looked pretty beat up - but he had
obviously come out on top of his encounter with the pimp.
"A pity," said Clarence,"I was going to sell you to Drexall and
go find Josephine, she's the one I really want you know?"
Tiffany glared at him with hostile eyes and he felt the same
excitement he had felt on top of the warehouse when the mafioso's
had been searching for them.
"You just have to make things tough, don't you?" he said
with a grin and spun her around, before she could react he forced
her against the wall, bending her over slightly, he pulled the black
dress up over her panties, which he ripped away. He wasted no
time, pulling his own pants down with one hand and holding her in
place with the other, his cock pressed against her asscheeks and he
rubbed up and down against them, then he slid his cock into her tight
cunthole.
"You're not a virgin?" he said with a grin,"Maybe you're not
such an ice queen after all , huh?"
She screamed out as he continued to fuck her, but he just
laughed,"Baby, with all the gunfire and screaming that's already
gone on in this neighbourhood, no one's going to come help you."
He began slapping his hips against her ass cheeks faster
and faster as he got into the swing of things, she began to cry softly,
pleading with him to stop, he couldn't beleive how fast he had
broken her. He grabbed one of her large breasts in his hand and
began kneading and molding it, he slipped one out of the dress and
played with the nipple.
Tiffany really couldn't beleive it was happening, she had
been technically a virgin, although she occasionally used a vibrator,
she had never had a real cock inside of her - and like many girls she
had expected her first time to be romantic and beautiful, instead this
bastard was raping her against the wall of some alley in the poor
part of town, and the thing was - no one cared! billions of people
would continue to live their lives normally, never knowing or caring
that she had been brutally raped like this. She felt him tense up,
and then something hot and sticky filled her up, she cried out as she
realised that he had cum into her, and a horrible thought flashed into
her mind, what if she got pregnant. Surprisingly, she realised that
Clarence was walking away.
"Where are you going?" she sobbed, she lay on the ground,
her dress pulled up over her hips, revealing her ass and cunt, one
large tit hanging free.
"I'm done with you," he said with a grin,"You were a nice
fuck, now I'm going to go find Josephine," he smiled at her,"If I were
you I'd be getting home, some pretty mean gangs live out here, and
they're always looking for new pussy."
"Hey, mole?" cried out the Mafia Man,"You home?"
"Yeah, you're not smoking are you?" cried out a female
voice.
He actually blushed as he stubbed out his cigarette in the
ashtray,"No."
"Don't lie to me Mr Mafia Man," she said, walking out of the
kitchen, she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman, tall, with long
blond hair, large breasts and beautful legs. Even dressed in sweat
pants and a sweat shirt, with her hair dishevelled she put many
supermodels to shame,"And who's this?" she asked, pointing at
Josephine as she gave him a small kiss on the cheek.
"This is Josephine Morris," he said,"Daughter of Raymond
Morris, she was kidnapped earlier on tonight by unknown parties and
somehow ended up with Paolo Corzone and Sonny Travini, wired up
on ectasy."
"Those punks huh?" said Mole,"What happened to them?"
"Paolo's dead, Sonny's in police custody, the guy who did
Paolo was a real pro, dangerous - but I've never seen him before.
There was another girl he took, Tiffany Hill - I gotta find her and this
guy for that fat son of a bitch Thorn."
"I wish Daddy wouldn't hire you out," she said,"It belittles
your skill."
"I don't mind so much now that Blue Lou is more in charge
of Detroit, but he's been spreading into Gotham lately, I gotta help
keep him out I guess."
"I'll keep an eye on her honey, I made home made spaghetti
for dinner, it's on the oven waiting for you, so don't be late."
He kissed her again and walked out the door.
"So honey, how are you?" asked Mole,"Paolo or Sonny
didn't do anything to you did they?"
Josephine shuddered as she remembered Sonny's fingers
slipping into her cunt,"Nothing to bad, Sonny felt me up a bit," she
said,"But I don't understand why your boyfriend......"
"Fiance."
"....fiance picked me up disguised as a police officer if he
wants to keep me safe, why didn't he let me go home?"
"You wouldn't be safe at home," Mole replied,"Blue Lou's
men are in the city, and you were connected to Sonny's and Paolo's
death - they were supposed to be working for Thorn, but we suspect
they turned traitor for Blue Lou."
"Who's Blue Lou?" asked Josephine, confused.
"He's a very important crimelord in Detroit, and you're lucky
that my man is out there protecting you."
"Huh, men?" snorted Josephine,"They only want you for one
thing, everything they do is to suit thier own purposes."
"You know..." said Mole,"Not all men are like that, but don't
just limit yourself to men, there is a world of experiance waiting out
there."
"What do you mean?"
"Let me show you."
Halrold pulled into his street and instantly saw the girl
walking slowly up the sidewalk, he commanded the chaffeur to pull
up next to her, he opened the door and stepped out in front of
her,"Mary?"
She turned and sobbed with joy to see him, she rushed into
his arms and hugged him, he smiled as tears rolled down his
face,"Don't worry darling, everything is okay now."
Bullock spat out his coffee, in front of him, staring through
the door of his police car was Tiffany Hill.
He jerked the door open and she tumbled in,"Please, help
me...." she gasped,"I've got to get home."
Perez started the patrol car up and they sped away, Bullock
was trying to console the girl, all the time thinking,'Promotion,
promotion.....'
Sitting in the police holding cell, Sonny Travini was
frightened, he was close to tears and didn't think he would be able to
stop them when they came - surprisingly the rest of the cells were
empty, other members of the family had been caught tongiht and
already picked up by the state police - he was next.
He heard footsteps coming up the corridor and looked up
hopefully, maybe it was Paolo, come to post bail. His heart missed
a beat when he saw it was a tall, olive skinned man of lean build -
very dangerous looking.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"My name isn't important," he said,"But I just saw a news
report that says you had some connection with Josephine Morris,
where is she?"
"I don't know, she called the police and they came and
picked her up, but somehow it wasn't the police, you know - it was
some imposter, maybe a mafia guy or something."
Clarence smiled, he lifted a set of keys in one hand, and a
knife in the other,"The officer down the hall was kind enough to 'give'
me these, now let's put them to good use."
Mole lay Josephine back on the couch, both of them were
naked, and Josephine felt like a boy compared to moles beauty.
"Why do they call you mole?" she asked, a little fearful and
timid.
Mole smiled,"When I was growing up, everyone remarked
on how beautiful I was, but I had this disgusting mole right in the
centre of my forehead, one day I meet my man, and he was the only
one I ever met who told me like it was,"That's one hell of an ugly
mole," he said - and it became a nickname for me - for some reason
I was pleased that he wasn't scared to talk about an ugly feature,
and then I had it removed the day after he proposed to me."
"That's so sweet," murmured Josephine, groaning in
pleasure as Mole's fingers slid over her vagina, making small circles
and quick, light probes into her lips.
"Isn't this nicer?" asked Mole, she lowered her head down to
Josephine's small tits and lighty sucked on a nipple - her own large
breasts squashed up against her side, but it was a pleasant feeling,
she felt incredibly sensitive to touch.
Mole's fingers began to move faster now, the probes went
deeper into Josephine, but were faster, causing her to moan in
ectasy, she began to feel a sensation she had never felt before, her
breathing came faster, her body made small jerking sensations and
she cried out, she felt a great release from within.
"What was that?" she gasped in between breaths.
"Welcome to the female orgasm," said Mole with a smile.
She suddenly sat up and walked around to the head of the couch,
then she slowly lowered herself over Josephine, until she was on all
fours over her, her cunt directly over her face.
"Let's take things to the next level shall we?" she
said,"Follow my lead."
Before Josephine could react, she felt Mole's tongue lick
lightly over her cunt lips, she gasped in shock and unexpected
pleasure, the tongue slowly pushed into her lips, like a small, soft
dildo it slid in and out and she cried out loud as another orgasm
rocked through her body.
"Come on," spoke Mole into her cunt,"Your turn."
Feeling inadequate, Josephine licked tentatively at the
surface of Mole's cuntlips with just the tip of her tongue, Mole
laughed,"That's it, you got it."
Feeling a little less insecure, the rich girl plunged right in,
licking and sucking with a vengeance, on the other side, Mole
plunged her face right in, her mouth covered Josephine's gaping
fuck hole and she began to suck heavily on it, juices flowed from
both cunts and they both squealed in ectasy, Josephine tired easily
and would pull back for a couple of minutes at a time, panting
heavily as Mole's cunt and ass flailed above her, but Mole seemed
to have no breaking point, she continued to lick, suck and probe her,
giving her orgasm after orgasm.
Behind the mirror, smoking a cigarette and holding a video
camera, the Mafia Man smiled.
Clarence stood on top of the roof, he looked around,
everything was clear, no one had located the dead police officer or
Sonny's tortured corpse, and he now stood on top of the police
building, taking in the view.
Josephine was lost, he accepted it, he would no longer
actively look for her, but if he ever got the chance, he meant to fuck
her brains out.
He turned to look for a way to the next building, and was
shocked to see a man standing only three feet away from him. To
his credit, he recovered quickly.
"Hello Robert," he said with a smile,"How's things?"
Robert grinned, a tight, evil looking grin that made even
Clarence's blood run cold,"My brother, and his best friend are dead,"
said Robert calmly,"The girls we were going to ransom are missing, I
jsut heard a news bulletin that says Tiffany and Mary are home safe,
and you're still alive and kicking, no.....things aren't good."
Clarence slipped out his knife,"This is no good Bobby boy,"
he said,"You know you can't kill me without dying yourself - walk
away, I couldn't save Tony."
"My brother is dead you idiot,"Robert spat out with
vehemance,"I don't want to live," with a move that surprised
Clarence, he leaped forward, crashing into his former partner, the
tumbled across the roof, and rolled over the side of the building.
As they fell, Robert kept a tight hold on Clarence, he stared
into the hated face.
"I"LL SEE YOU IN HELL!" he screamed. Then, incredibly,
he was jerked back, looking down, he saw that Clarence, who he
held in his hand, was also stopped in midflight, a black rope was
coiled tightly around his body, he realised another rope was around
his, they were suspended thirty feet from the ground, he threw back
his head and howled in anguish.
Above him, standing at the edge of the roof, stood the
Batman, a small grin on his face,"I'll see you in jail first."
Josephine ran up the flight of stairs, past the startled
policemen, and straight into her father's arms,"Daddy," she cried,"I
missed you so much!"
"Don't worry darling," he said, stroking her hair and
crying,"Everything is going to be fine now."
The Mafia Man smiled at Mole,"I tell you, when she inherits
the family fortune, we'll be rich with this blackmail tape."
"Now a bad day's work," said Mole with a grin,"And the perks
of the job are great!"
The both laughed as he lit up another cigarette, he put an
arm around Mole's shoulder and they watched t.v, suddenly he
jerked around, staring at the video camera, he walked over to it and
looked in - the tape was still in there.
"What's the matter honey?" Mole asked.
"I just had the strangest feeling," said the Mafia Man,"But
forget it."
They settled back onto the couch.
On one of the highest building in Gotham, a tape was
smashed under a heavy black boot.
"She's gone through enough," the Batman said out loud, he
settled down next to a gargoyle on the parapet, wrapped his cape
around himself for warmth, and watched the streets below, looking
for a crime, any crime, that he could put an end to.
An alarm sounded, and he flipped open a small
communicator, it was Alfred.
"Hello sir, will you be home before 3am?"
"Yes Alfred," he said with a grin,"It's been a pretty slow
night."
END.