Chapter One -
A cold city skyline highlights the sky during the darkness of a winter Gotham night, the year is 1980. Police surround a dorm hall at Gotham University. Gordon looks up at the building, studying it. Inside, a mad man with a knife watches from a distance. His body is covered in tally marks, a way of numbering his victims. Around him is a lobby full of terrified girls. They are all shaken with tears running down there face. In the middle of the room sits a dead college girl, stabbed to death with the knife in the mad man's hand. He smiles as he turns the blade on himself, cutting a tally mark on his skin. He smiles, taking a sick passion from the pain. "Another soul freed from the bonds of her body!" He smiles as he looks around at the rest of the girls. "Whose next girls?"
Outside, a media coverage van pulls up from Gotham City Nighty News. The beautiful Vicki Vale steps out of the van, microphone in hand. A camera man quickly follows as she goes on air live. "We are live at Gotham University where Victor Zasaz, a escaped mental patient has taken a group of students hostage."
Across the night sky, a shadow figure flies onto the roof of the dorm. Gordon and Vicki both watch in confusion. "What the hell?" Gordon asks.
"Try me you bastard " a deep female voice snarls from a shadows inside the dark lobby. "They rest of them are going home." Batwoman steps out of the shadow and gestures at Zasaz.
Zasaz looks on, his eyes open wide. He looks up and down the armored heroine. "You're... You're real!" He stutters as a sick twisted smile crosses his face as he jerks a girl from the ground, holding her against his chest with his blade against her neck. "Let me free them from their bonds, and then I'll do the same for you demon!" He says looking at the mysterious woman.
"Do me first freak, then you'll have all night with the rest of them. Come on Zasaz, free me first! I'll be more fun!" Batwoman tries to get him to let her go. "I've got a lot more to be delivered from! Come on freak, let's dance!"
He smiles as he looks on, idolizing the beautiful woman in front of him. "No! We have all night, there is no rush!" He says holding her. It becomes clear, Batwoman will have to save this woman rather than bargain with a mad man.
Batwoman's hand moves in a blur, faster than an eye can follow like a fast pitch softball pitcher. A one inch diameter stainless steel balls launch into the murderous forehead. As his head snaps back an armored fist grabs the razor sharp blade and pulls it away from the tender throat of the young girl.
Zasaz stumbles backwards as the girl falls from his grip. She throws her arms around Batwoman, looking up at her in a frantic hysteria. "Thank you! Thank you!" She says as her heart races, realizing her life was just saved. The girls look on in amazement except for a few that rush to check on there friend who was killed before anyone could respond.
Zasaz drops the knife as he stumbles backwards but with a quick movement, he disappears from the lobby and into the staircase. He pulls another knife from his belt as he moves up to the top floors. The door slams shut behind him to announce his escape from the room. He watches behind him as he moves into a long hallway. He moves into hiding, waiting for a chance to strike.
Batwoman pushes the young girl away, " damn, he's getting away!" She takes off after the villain determined he will not get away to hurt anyone else. Batwoman chases up the stair case, moving slowly while tracking the villain. Her cowl leans glow green as her night vision kicks in. She notices a small trickle of blood on the stairs as she moves up, his fresh tally mark now making it easy to track him. Soon, she finds herself on the top floor, blood is smeared across the door frame from Zasaz's arm. She moves into the hallway slowly, making sure not to make any quick sudden movements. "Come on out, I'll take you back to alive" she whispers to herself as she walks the dark hallway.
Out of the darkness, Zasaz slashes the knife down. It sparks across the chest armor of Batwoman. He quickly follows up, trying to slash the knife across the stomach of Batwoman but the knife sparks off the armor again before he kicks her hard in the stomach. "I'll cut away your metal skin demon!" He cries out before trying to stab her again. Batwoman manages to throw her hands up and the knife sticks between the metal fins of her bracers. With a quick jerk of her arms, the blade breaks. Zasaz stumbles forward as it does but is met with a hard punch that slides him backwards.
Zasaz pulls more knives from his belt, in a frantic reaction be starts to throw them at Batwoman who blocks them each with ease as she keeps after him, her superior training showing. She does not stop until her opponent is done fighting. Her attacks are fast and relentless. Technically perfect, she counters any attempts he makes to counter attack. Zasaz lays beaten nearly helpless as she grabs him by the throat, picking him up from the ground. She squeezes as she looks at him. "You don't understand! I was trying to help you!" He stutters before she slams a fist into his face, knocking him out.
She produces a pair of cuffs and locks them on his wrist.
From the street James Gordon sees two dark figures on the roof. The news camera also looks up, catching a quick image as Zasaz is thrown over the side. Zasaz screams as he drops toward the earth until a cable stops him, faces inches from the ground. The masked women looks down at gordon and then disappears.
Gordon looks on, horrified as he watches Zasaz falls seemly to his death. He takes a sigh of relief when the cable stops. His eyes look into the air. "The Batwoman!" He says as he pulls his gun and grabs his radio. "All units, rush the building! I want her brought to justice tonight!" He screams as they rush into the building. They quickly move to the roof and find nothing as the door burst open. Gordon and his men look around, no signs of anyone on the roof.
On the ground, Vicki Vale stands before the camera as Zasaz is loaded into a cop car behind her. "The situation at Gotham University has been cleared up! Behind me, Victor Zasaz is being loaded into a cop car and we are told he will be transported to the newly opened Arkham Asylum. However, the major developing story tonight is the first video proof of the vigilante Batwoman the Gotham City Police Department has so rigorously denied and it was, in fact, her who delivered Victor Zasaz to the police after saving countless lives of students living in the dorm. The Gotham Police Force then rushed into the building trying to find the vigilante but she was no where to be found. To the GCPD, she maybe a fugitive but to this reporter, she is a heroine! Thank you Batwoman!" Vicki says as she signs off.
Brandy Wayne watches the news broadcast and smiles disappointedly. "I wish I had gotten there sooner" she laments about the death of the one girl at the hand of the murderous villian. "And I should have just let him hit the ground." She had eluded the police easily enough, but it was getting annoying fighting criminals and hiding from the cops. Behind her is her armor, laying on her bed. She checks over her armor from the damage from Zasaz's strikes but only scratches showed. "Lucius, you do good work!"
"Yes he does!" Alfred says as he comes into the room with a silver tray of food. "I'm guessing this suicidal plan of yours has taken full swing now hasn't it!" He says as he places the tray on her night stand. "You did good tonight, you saved the lives of nearly thirty girls whose families are grateful for you now!" Alfred puts his arm around Brandy, the beautiful twenty five year old bombshell, and kisses her forehead like a father. "You showed the world tonight you are a hero, though dropping Zasaz from a roof top was a bit much!"
She smiles at Alfred, so much more than a butler or servant. "It was a distraction Alfred!" she smiles warmly. "But I will admit I considered just dropping him. That poor girl and her family. He deserves to die. I just hope he never hurts anyone again Alfred but I don't want to be like what I am trying to fight Alfred. I think I made a tiny difference tonight though!"
Across town in the home of Franco Bertinelli, Black Mask stands in the bedroom of a eighteen year old Helena. She is scared to death and shaken. The room around her shows off her many accomplishments in cheerleading and gymnastics. Black Mask laughs as her father is wheeled into the room, tied to a wheel chair. Knives sticks out from both of Franco's legs, just above the knees. "You have a beautiful baby girl Franco!" Black Mask says with his deep bone chilling voice. He walks over, running his hand down the young girl's chin. "I bet you believe she is the perfect little angel don't you!" He says before turning to look at Franco in his wheel chair.
"Please Mask, this is between you and me! Leave her out of it! You want my support, you want my territory in Gotham? You got all of it, just let her go!" Franco pleads, looking at his daughter with tears in his eyes. Blood runs down his legs, he is badly beaten.
"You mean you don't want her to end up like your dead wife in the kitchen?" Black Mask mocks as he reaches into his pocket. "You know what the worst pain is as a father? Realizing your baby girl... Your sweet little angel isn't what you thought she once was!" He pulls pictures from his pocket, handing them to Helena. He had been following her for two years as he slowly gained control of Gotham. The pictures are of Helena and multiple guys having different types of sex. "Now should I show them these pictures or you want to admit to him what kind of a daughter he really has Helena?"
"Daddy, I'm so sorry." She sobs. She looks at Black Mask, "there, now let us go! We'll leave and never come back, I swear! You win! You can have it all, don't hurt him anymore, please. I'll do or say anything you want. Just let us go!"
Black Mask chuckles in his stone cold manor as he walks to Franco, the pictures in his hand. "She will do anything Franco, my boys know!" He says with a laugh as he starts to go through the pictures. "Here is her and some boy in the back seat of his car, at least she rode him hard and put him up wet!" He laughs before changing pictures. "Here is her in the locker room letting twin brothers rail her like a train!" He flips another picture, and then another quicker. "She does it all Franco! She'll swallow, take anal and will try every position at least once!" Mask then throws the pictures at Franco, disrespecting him more. "She's a whore, just like mommy was!" He laughs as Franco starts to break down even more. "I'm in a generous mood though, I'll give little Helena a chance to prove her worth!" He walks back to her, running his hand beneath her chin. "It's your eighteenth birthday today isn't it! Showing your daddy just how much of a woman you have become and I'll let you two leave here!" He laughs as he steps back, sitting in a desk chair. "Turn us some music on, this whore is about to give me a lap dance before she fucks my brains out!" He jokes, as he leans forward removing the black jacket to his suit. The white shirt beneath is stained with blood that has not fully dried yet.
The music starts as a henchman uses the sound system Franco had gotten her last Christmas. "I'm sorry daddy but I'll try to get us out of here. I swear I'll make it up to you! I swear!" Tears run down her cheeks. Please I'll do whatever you want but let daddy go now, he needs a doctor. Please let him go! I'll stay, I swear! What ever you want, just get him to a doctor" she begs hoping he will not see what she is going to have to do.
Black Mask simply laughs, her pleading only fueling him and turning him on more. His sick twisted laugh boasts his pleasure of the moment. "Your father only leaves here knowing how good of a whore his daughter has become! Now do as your told..." Mask pulls his gun out, pointing it toward her daddy. "I kill him in front of you after I cut your throat! The last thing you will ever see is him dying with you!" He slowly puts the gun on the desk behind him and sliding it nearly out of his reach. "And don't get any ideas, my boys here will blow your old man away if you even try going for my gun!"
"Don't do it Helena!" Her father yells. "I'm dead anyway, I love you baby" he cries out as a thug back hands him across the mouth.
"Don't touch him!" Helena screams. "I'll do it, don't hurt him any more please." She stands, wearing a cute teddy night gown. She dances akwardly, scared, tears running down her face.
Black Mask laughs as she trembles with fear. "Either do a better job or else!" He laughs. "Remember, everything is riding on how big of a whore you can be!" He says as he reaches up, taking her hand and pulling her to him. She stands between his legs as he looks up at her. "Well... Dance for me like you did for that Falcone boy Alberto!"
She tries to imagine the mask as someone else. She closes her eyes as she begins to sway. Her tight young body the product of the best trainers, and dietician available. She leans over his lap with her ass and begins grinding. Her diaphanous teddy showing her curves as every dick in the room swells.
As the song ends, Mask is rock hard in his pants. He shoves Helena forward hard, knocking her into the bed. He stands up and begins to undress in front of her. "Now I'm going to lay down on this bed and let you blow me before you ride my dick!" He says with a laugh. "And make it enjoyable, I'd rather not get off in a minute because you rush things!" He pushes his boxers down, his rock hard dick stands like a snake ready to strike. He walks to the bed, laying down as he looks at her sitting at the foot of the bed.
Helena tries to not look at her father, but his sharp yelp jerk her head around. A thug had jerk ed his head up. "No sleeping daddy, watch her suck a cock like a cheap whore. I hope mask let's me use that pretty little mouth later!"
"Leave her alone you cock sucker." Franco barks as he struggles but the blades in his legs make the pain nearly too much to stand. A sharp back hand snaps his head around.
Black Mask points to his rigid cock. "You have three seconds to get that pretty mouth on my cock or your father loses a finger!"
She leans forward, "please don't hurt him anymore!" she asks as she kisses the head of it then begins licking. The spectacular dark haired teen opens her mouth. Black Mask's cock is wide as she opens her job and wraps perfect red lips around the head of her father's hated enemy, engulfing it.
"No! Helena don't" her father begs as those luscious lips slide down Mask's shaft as he groans, his conquest nearly complete. His hand holds her head down, his shaft in her throat as she chokes and gags. Her body spasms seeking air.
"Should I choke your daughter to death on my cock Franco, on her eighteenth birthday so the families know how I crushed you!"
"No, please!" the former mob boss begs. Mask pulls Helena's head up by her hair, her gasps are pitiful as she seeks to fill her lungs with air. He shoves her back onto his shaft pumping her head up and down!
"That's a good little whore, show daddy how you learn to suck a cock." Instinctively her tongue begins to work trying to draw him into her mouth and finish him. As she kneels on the bed a henchman jerks her panties down.
"Damn, look at that ass!" he proclaims. "That cut looks as tight as a glove. Look old man at your daughter's pussy as she sucks the boss.
Mask tells her, "good little whore. Now get on my cock facing your father! I want you to look him in his eyes and tell him you are a dirty little whore, tell him or I will kill him slowly!" She has no choice but to impale herself on her father's hated enemy. "She is dripping wet Franco! Her pussy dripping for my cock!" He isn not lying her pussy is wet as five men watch her climb onto Black Mask's cock in front of her father. "If she doesn't start telling him what a whore she is in three seconds, I want you to twist those knives in his legs and cut off a finger for every second she delays!" He orders as his hands find her hips. "Three... Two... One..."
"No please, please don't! I am a dirty little whore daddy! I am wet for him!" she moans. She looks into his eyes and sees his heart breaking as she begins to ride him.
"Again, repeat it!" Black Mask orders, leaning her forward a little more to watch her ass bounce some as she fucks him.
"I am a dirty little whore daddy, it is true I'm a dirty little slut!" A rough hand grips her titties so her perfect and teenage breast bounce in front of her father as she rides the man that brought him down. Her tight wet teen pussy milks his cock, the heat building in her. His shaft shiny with evidence of her being a slut. She bites her lip as she rides waiting for him to cum in her barely legal fertile womb. Her father all but forgotten as her need grows.
Her pussy starts making a wet sound as he groans under her, "look poppa, look at your little angel fucking like a whore! Pretty soon she'll have my seed in her womb, was she on the pill? Do you even know daddy?" Mask feels her start to spasm, "tell your daddy his dirty little whore is about to cum! Tell him or I will slit both your throats!"
"I... I... I'm cumming! Your dirty little whore is coming!" she sobs but she knows its true as she begins to leak juice around his cock. Somewhere in her mind she still remembers this is so wrong she cannot stop it."I'm cumming" she screams as her father looks on in shame. Mask fires his load into his defeated rival's daughter. In front of him, blast after blast of thick stinking cum shoots deep into her perfect teen pussy.
"She is an excellent whore, just like her mother was Franco! I might just keep her in one of my stables to make me money!" He laughs as he smacks her ass. Helena rests on top of him, out of breath and unable to look at her father. "Get your ass up!" Mask tells her. She slowly rises to her knees before stepping off of him, her juices and his cum run down her legs and even drip on him. "Damn, lick it off now!" He tells her.
The young girl blushes in shame. She is a spectacular sight even dripping his cum. Every curve is the model of sensuality. He sits on the edge of the bed and shoves her onto the floor. A goon takes her panties, soaked in cum, and places them on franco's head as they all laugh. He grabs her hair, "a good whore always cleans her john. Lick me clean slut! Let daddy see what a good whore I'll make out if his baby girl. His pride and joy just a trophy of his failure. I have everything that was his, including your mouth!" She can only lick shamefully as he rants.
Black Mask laughs as he shoves her onto her butt. He grabs a hand full of her hair and cleans his dick off with it before putting his pants back on. "Take her to Stan and Selina, they'll teach her the ropes! In the mean time, you boys have your fun with her." He laughs looking at the old man. "At least you bought your daddy a few hours!" He laughs as he puts his shirt back on. "Fuck her senseless guys, then put a bullet in his head!" Black Mask says coldly as he throws his jacket on and walks from the room.
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