"You're one tough leather ain't you? Didn't even make a sound through all of that. We almost feel bad for you.
"After all you're still one nice-looking girl. Never knew such a fine pair of tits were hiding under your suit this whole time. Must've got a lucky mate who loves you very much.
"Now listen up cunt. We're cutting you a deal. Just say you're sorry for sending all of our brothers to rot in the can, and suck this cock like a real whore. We might just let you drop this silly act and go back to your normal life."
She saw him draw his flier and come to her with his fat cock pointed at her like a Colt. The goons started laughing like maniacs. No one had shamed her like this before. The girl who turned on her was in the crowd. The little brat couldn't wait to see her suffer.
"Or, suppose you think too highly of yourself and want the hard way out. We can grant you that too. We will make sure you suffer for a long time. It will be a worthy death for your kind. Then we will go after everyone you loved, your family, your friends, until all traces of your existence is wiped out from this world. No one will remember what 'good' you did for this city. You will be forgotten."
No. She wouldn't submit. She'd bite his prick off and meet a heroine's end. Tonight I'm going to die, she kept repeating this line to herself. But she wouldn't go down without one final retribution. She repented nothing. His big hand got hold of her head and his prick pressed against her lips. It was now or never.
She parted her lips a little. He forced inside. A pungent smell filled her nose. She nearly puked. The head, the shaft, then balls deep. Her feet arched on tiptoes shaking. He was ruthless and she could hardly catch her breath. Gag reflex kicked in hard, and soon she was drooling like a hungry bitch.
She kept waiting for the best timing, but she couldn't make up her mind, images of her life kept flashing before her, all the good time spent with the ones she loved, until her jaws had adjusted for the cock, her tongue learned to avoid getting in the way, and her throat tightened around the head every time it reached the deepest spot. Fear had numbed her. She lost her courage. She had surrendered. Fear had eaten her soul. The lowlifes undid their fliers and were jerking off at her.
Tears rolled down her cheeks, and before they dried were soon joined by her violator's hot cum splashing all over her face. The Raven was no more.
Of course the bastards wouldn't keep their words. They did leave her friends be. But how could they let her go after what had happened? Her name was the Revenging Raven for a reason. So they threw the largest party ever held for a fallen vigilante. A great bonfire was lit, every rank and file of the underworld was there for a taste of the famous heroine, and all night she watched herself being passed around and caught between strangers' loins; they fucked her until she pissed and shat herself, until she finally lost all her pride and became a mere legend on Dolphins Road.
No one in the light had ever seen her since.
But word on the street had it, that somewhere in a penthouse the beautiful Raven was kept as a loyal pet of a boss, along with others he'd collected from his exploits, such as the mayor's daughter and the former chief of police who vowed to 'uproot the gangs and take back our city". Every morning he'd wake up to a line of his pets to suck their master's cock and rinse his balls with their eager tongues. The Raven was quick to pick up things. Her way to become his favorite was already paved.
