Revenging Raven Forever

The moment she donned her dark leather suit and hid her face behind the beak mask like a plague doctor, she was no longer somebody's sweetheart but the Revenging Raven. Her name alone sent chills down every lowlife's spine. Her baton and whip would then break it.

"Eat shit, bastard!"

With a swing of baton the last hooligan left standing hit the ground in a backstreet parking lot. Half obscured by shadow she came upon him, ready to bring down another thunder of justice, but between the car wheels her enemy was already out cold. Fear congealed on his face. She lowered the whip held in the air. They were dropping like flies tonight. It was almost too easy.

"And stay down!"

The mask muffled her voice into something cold and dry. She turned to the poor girl lying and shaking on the hood of an old Ford, her clothes half undone. She checked the girl's eyes with flashlight. Dilated pupils. There were bruises all over her face. She knew how that felt.

"I'm taking you to the hospital."

"No... There was another... They had my friend Goldie... she's taken to the Dolphins..."

Dolphins Road. The Raven shuddered. Roughest of the rough part. An officer was almost beaten to her death last year. Happened right in the middle of the street, while the thugs cheered on like it was a blood sport. This Goldie girl was in serious trouble. She must get her out.

She carried the girl's arm around her neck. They reached a well-lit spot. A dispatch was on it way. Cops would take the girl from there. As for her, she needed to go. The Raven was not supposed to be seen in the light.

"Wait... take me with you."

The girl got a little better. Her big blue eyes followed Raven's beak.

"No way. You're no fighter. You'll just slow me down."

"You're right. I can't fight. But I can watch you beat the shite out of them with my own eyes."

She looked at the girl and saw a sister she never had. Blood for blood, an eye for an eye; that was the only line in the Raven's bible. They were out of the broad streetlight by the time police siren began reaching down the road.

Dolphins Road was just a stone's throw, yet it felt like the entrance to the underworld. Smokes from the riots had tainted the buildings' walls all black. They burned a lot of things to dust. The flower shop. The pub. The school buses. The old church. The faith in rebuilding the community by those who once lived and loved.

Now hell is empty, and all the devils are here.

They were in a courtyard guarded by derelict flats on all sides like some forgotten evil gods. Intuition told her this was the place, the safe haven for all crimes imaginable. She checked around. No sign of any struggle. No sign of anything. Had she been too late? Was it already over? In the cloudless sky there's bad moon rising. She suddenly felt lost.

Something was wrong. Wrong place, wrong hour. All felt like a nightmare. She stood still listening to the wind.

"What time is it?" She asked. No response. She turned around to find her right up to herself holding a taser. The girl's eyes had altered, now they were that of a snake's.

"THIS ONE'S FOR JIMMY!" Her voice was full of venom.

The shock bit the Raven hard in the abdomen. She was knocked off balance and fell on the cold ground. Before she could reach for her baton on her belt, a harsh kick came on her head and sent her rolling in pain.

"AND THAT'S FOR MY JACKIE! GUYS I GOT HER I GOT HER NOW!"

What came next left only fragments in the Raven's memory. Beatings landed on her like a tempest. They unmasked and exposed her. Then they tore open her bodysuit. Someone spat and stepped on her face. Another stuck her own baton in her ass all the way up to the handle. They hung her by her wrists under the yellow streetlight and lashed her with her own whip until her back was a patchwork of welts. She did not scream. She ground her teeth. The Raven don't cry.

They finally let her down, torn and broken. They cuffed her hands behind her back then gave her a seat on an old toilet from the junk pile. They joked that it was her new throne.

"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.