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Batgirl: Fun With Dick & Rose
By JD joandoe@gmail.com

Description: Deathstroke’s daughter Ravager is out for revenge against Batgirl Cassandra Cain with the help of her equally psychotic lover Nightwing. Together, they rape, torture and viciously kill the heroine’s friends before facing off in a deadly final battle against Batgirl and The Huntress.

Content Codes (Part three): Hermaphrodite (plant/animal hybrid)/F, rape, beast (hybrid), tenticle-bondage, snuff, impregnation, pissing/mild-scat, explosive-birth, large phallus, decap M/M/F, anal, oral, bond, pain, electro-torture(cosmic energy), stab, de-breasting, asphyx(cock choke).

Disclaimer: This story contains content that should not be read by people underneath the age of 21. It is 100% fiction and has no bearing on reality whatsoever. 100% fiction means real life rape is WRONG. The author does not condone illegal and immoral actions described. If you feel rape in the real world is a good thing, bend over in a prison and whistle dixie. While I'm disclaiming, racism, homophobia and other bigotry of any kind are also really fucking stupid. I don’t own any of DC Comics’s characters and make no profit from this story. Please read the story codes above to ensure that you are not going to be offended by, or otherwise dislike, the content.

Additional Credit: Based on a suggestion by ‘omfg’ on Deathstalker’s forum.

Part three: Power Girl & Stargirl

The JSA’s finest heroines entered the seemingly derelict and abandoned metal works building through the same entrance Stargirl had seen the un-costumed Dick Grayson and Rose Wilson carry their captive, Oracle.

Stargirl held her Cosmic Staff in both hands, walking slightly behind Power Girl as the brawny blonde strode fearlessly ahead into the dark tunnels. This was not how she’d originally planned to spend her 18th Birthday. Courtney turned her head to follow Power Girl’s waved arm, and saw a wall-mounted spy camera tracking them.

“This isn’t a random location. The kidnappers have prepared this place in advance. They’re probably watching us right now,” Power Girl guessed, wrongly.

All that was observing them at that moment was the villains’ automated lair defence computer, tracking and evaluating their progress. Nightwing had manually entered instructions to improve efficiency against the two particular superheroines, but after that left it to work alone. The system judged them far enough inside and then played a recording of woman in the opposite direction to where Oracle had been taken.

The recording had been made months earlier as Poison Ivy had tested her new generation of hybrids on different human subjects. This victim’s recorded screams were so horrific that Stargirl had to fight the urge to run away. Power Girl looked back at her and so, chewing her lip with worry, Stargirl found new inner resolve.

In response to the distant recordings the two superheroines turned down a metal corridor. Power Girl bean to speed up which forced Stargirl to ride on the Cosmic Staff to keep pace with the veteran heroine. The teenaged heroine felt fear sing through her belly as she heard further agonised suffering, and wondered what could cause such pain and terror. Power Girl just got mad and was soon moving faster than Stargirl could hope to keep up. The young Superheroine overshot a turn, and had to turn back.

Concerned with helping the kidnapped woman and bringing justice to whoever or whatever was hurting her, neither stopped to think about how there seemed to be more corridors in the metal works than usual – though neither had much experience of metal works.

Power Girl took to the air, flying down the corridors with her arms stretched out in front and her red cape flying out behind her. The superheroine’s face was twisted into a snarl of pure fury as she rounded the final corner into a large metal walled room and found… a high definition amplified speaker.

The screams had died down by then, and Power Girl could barely make out the hoarsely babbled Spanish prayer that emerged in broken sobs around the obscene squelching noises. Soon even that ended, with a wet snapping noise that, unbeknownst to Power Girl, was the sound of missing adult movie actress Mason Storm’s head being bitten off and consumed some three months previously.

Arrogant, reckless in her own superiority, occasionally obnoxious. Power Girl was all of these, but she wasn’t stupid. She recognised being lured into a trap immediately and turned to fly her way out and back to warn Stargirl. When she turned, she was faced with a hefty obstacle.

The tunnel was blocked by a mass of green flesh easily larger than an elephant. It had emerged silently from another corridor off the main path. The automated defence computer lowered the door behind it, while simultaneously raising and lowering other doors back along the corridor so that Stargirl would be led down a different route.

The hybrid was built much like elephant, with four thick stumpy legs holding it’s body three feet from the ground, a dinosaur-like triple horned head was located at the front, though when the creature roared in challenge Power Girl witnessed rows of teeth more like a shark’s. The hybrid of plant and flesh was covered over its body with a thick green mossy-fur that rippled as it moved forward. Power Girl could see the musculature moving under its skin, as well as… she wasn’t sure, but it put her in mind of snakes writhing.

A furry scrotum larger than a basketball hung down between the hybrid’s rear legs, while a short furry sheath showed barely a hint of shiny black flesh within. Nightwing’s manual commands had sent pheromone signals to the hybrid. While it automatically identified unknown super-powered creatures as a threat, the pheromones caused it to identify her as a mate. The hybrid, like many plants, was possessed of both male and female sexual characteristics – including seed production.

Nightwing had also instructed it to prepare for her specific strengths and weaknesses, though the automated defences could’ve handled this after identifying her from it’s database. Power Girl was totally outmatched by a creature that was going to use her for breeding and sustenance.

Power Girl didn’t know this yet, and certainly wasn’t afraid.

“I guess this place isn’t remotely abandoned after all, huh, Fido?” she smirked, “It’s Time for you to play dead.”

Power Girl rose into the air and flew at the hybrid, aiming a mighty gloved fist at the creature’s jaw. There was a meaty impact of flesh on bone and the hybrid stumbled sideways from the blow.

She laughed, and aimed up for another, as the strange snake-like movement under the hybrid’s skin reached a peak and thick prehensile vines burst through the mossy fur to attack the hovering heroine.

While apparently covered with the same moss as the hybrid’s outer skin these vines also glowed with a bright green light that filled the metal room with their glow. Power Girl gasped in sick realisation. The deadly radiation was the ultimate weakness to her Earth-Two universe Kryptonion physiology. As a superheroine, her second thought was that the hybrid must be suffering horribly from radiation sickness, but Ivy wouldn’t have allowed one of her beloved creatures to suffer in such a fashion. The hybrid’s genetic defences meant it felt no ill effects at all

The hybrid took advantage of Power Girl’s surprise. In a matter of seconds glowing green vines securely wrapped around Power Girl’s arms and legs; she screamed mightily, hoping to bring Stargirl faster – the cosmic staff would surely make short work of the room’s metal door and the hybrid – but the cry died off as Power Girl weakened almost immediately.

“Great Krypton! No!” the costumed blonde struggled helplessly as the vines dragged her down and under the creature. Those growing from the front of the hybrid swapped places with those at the back until the struggling muscular blonde was securely held underneath.

She stretched her muscles, fighting hard, but the tentacle-vines pulled her arms and legs out and held her against the mossy underside of the creature’s body. Power Girl was forced to turn her face to the side to prevent it being pushed into the mossy underside, though her awesome rack was soon embedded in mossy-flesh.

Power Girl’s cape hung down towards the floor until further vines violently ripped it from her neck and tossed it contemptuously aside. More slid thinly between her breasts, tearing open her white costume and soon stripping her of all but her belt, panties, gloves and boots.

The feisty blonde shouted heroic defiance at the creature and also cursed Stargirl for not having arrived yet. It didn’t occur to her that the teen might already be dead. Power Girl’s breasts heaved with effort in her weakened state while sweat poured from her naked form.

Then two things got worse for her.

Firstly, the mossy flesh surrounding against her breasts grew down around the orbs, literally gluing them into the hybrid’s stomach. Every square inch of her awesome rack was tightly attached. Power Girl could just bend her head and neck enough to see her the mossy base as the hybrid melded with her. Seconds later four-inch hollow thorns extended inside the hybrid; one into each nipple.

Power Girl screamed again as they pierced the sensitive tit flesh to the core, hard and unyielding. In her mind she felt shame at screaming in the pain she felt. It seemed to her that the Kryptonite radiation had reduced her strength and durability to sub-human levels.

The hybrid began to pump small quantities of a sap-like substance into Power Girl’s breasts. The sap was a special mix which equally affected both pleasure and pain sensors and drew agonised moans from the captured heroine. Her breasts also began to swell; the hybrid needed Power Girl to be able to provide sustenance to it’s offspring.

Secondly, she felt something prodding against her crotch. It felt like the end of a hot, slimy, baseball bat. The hybrid’s penis had emerged from the mossy sheath to reveal a baseball bat thick length of pitch-black flesh. The end was flat, like a dog’s cock, and thick but clear sap leaked freely from the end.

The hybrid, which had been mostly silent as it’s body conserved energy while altering itself to perfectly match the task at hand, howled anew as it felt the soft fabric of Power Girl’s panties against it’s flat cockhead. The thin material stood no chance as the black meat surged forward, first stretching the panties and then forcing the crotch inside Power Girl’s cunt. The material bit into her stomach as they stretched, before loosening again as they tore. Power Girl grunted sexily.

Already weakened by the Kryptonite radiation and wounded by the thorns impaling her breasts, Power Girl felt her strong mind close to breaking as the hybrid violated her. Even giving birth to her lost son Equinox wasn’t such a painful shock to her system, because she’d dilated over time then. The hybrid’s cock was growing larger in girth and length with every second that pased and forcing deeper inside the hapless heroine.

Held helplessly to the underside of the hybrid, unable to move properly or fight back, convinced Stargirl was now long defeated and unable to help, Power Girl wept. Slick black hybrid cock filled her cunt utterly, ending it’s lengthening only when bottomed out. The girth continued thickening until it was dangerously close to dislocating her legs.

Only the last vestiges of Power Girl’s Kryptonite-robbed invulnerability prevented her snatch tearing like paper, though the experience was far from pleasant. Her flat stomach bulged obscenely along the length of the organ although it was pressed against the belly of the beast and she couldn’t see it herself. Once it felt the girl stretched to maximum, the hybrid released a seed.

The size of a tennis ball and hard as rock, the seed was fired at high speed from deep inside the hybrid, tearing through her stretched cervix and smacking the back of her womb with bruising force.

Power Girl nearly blacked out from the agony. Her womb hurt so much, she couldn’t even cry out. Nausea washed over her, and she threw up, the stream of spew fired sideways to drop to the floor.

She was hardly aware when the Hybrid started to pump it’s plant sap spunk in after the seed. Power Girl mumbled half-remembered prayers through her vomit stained mouth. Her cunt was so totally blocked by the massively grown hybrid cock that the fluid had to pack into Power Girls womb.

The vines on her arms and legs had no give, so as her stomach expanded and her back was forced down, her limbs were stretched painfully. Power Girl knew that, without a doubt, she was being turned into a mother for a new hybrid; Ivy had created a breeding scheme.

The sap only stopped when her stomach was filled to the point of forcing it back up the hybrid’s shaft. Power Girl’s stomach was distended horrendously, her joints screamed with pain to rival her womb. She felt sure there was no way things could grow worse.

Then thorns began to grow from the Hybrid’s cock. Sharp and strong, and with her cunt stretched tight, they pierced her sensitive cunt flesh with ease and impaled six inches deep on all sides. A long row of thorn tips emerged where her belly was least distended at the bottom; there were literally hundreds of them inside her.

Power Girl had no clue to the pain; she couldn’t feel the individual thorns. All she felt was further vomit inducing agony. She wasn’t capable of rational thought, or cursing, or anything. Just agony. She no longer controlled her bowels or bladder, and waste splattered on the ground beneath her. She tried to pass out, she tried to hold her breath. She just couldn’t achieve the blessed release of unconsciousness.

The Kryptonite radiating vines released her. Only the cunt impaling hybrid cock and her thorn-impaled breasts suspended Power Girl. She hung for long seconds, limbs limp, head to the side. Eyelids flickered.

A noise broke the almost-silence; snapping wood. The hybrid’s cock broke off at the sheath and her lower body dropped onto the hard floor. Her breasts held the rest of her weight for a few seconds, and then her upper body tore away to land heavily against the floor

Her breasts were skinned. A perfect outline of Power Girl’s rack remained embedded in the mossy underside of the Hybrid, a single sharp thorn poking down at the apex of each bloody indentation. Power Girl’s head hit the hard floor heavily; the impact was enough to shock through the pain and bring her closer to rational thought.

The process was helped by the withdrawal of the Kryptonite vines; as she originated in the Earth-Two universe, the radiation hadn’t quite matched the correct frequency of that dimension’s Kryptonite. Power Girl felt her strength return slowly, and pushed she up, though the agony from her stretched out joints made it a slow process.

She was faced with the pitiful sight of her flayed breasts, swollen three cup sizes by the sap pumped into them, her obscenely pregnant belly and the ragged end of the broken off hybrid cock emerging between her legs. Her blonde bush was stretched thin around the massive girth. Just moving tore the attached thorns through her much abused flesh; there was no way to pull it out without destroying her insides utterly.

The smell of her own expelled waste - shit piss and vomit – and the sticky smell of her bloody breasts and new head wound all combined to make Power Girl dizzy. She was forced to lay back. The Hybrid still stood solidly above her, but seemed to pay no attention.

Power Girl wept, raising her hands to the stretched flesh of her stomach. She realised there was something… moving… in there. The fertilised seed was taking the hybrid’s sperm inside itself, growing exponentially.

“Oh no…” Power Girl’s voice was quiet like a scared little girls, changed forever by agony and harsh screaming. Pressure grew inside her; pressure her slowly returning strength was no match for. Power Girl’s back arched as her womb burst. Her stomach was streaked with red lines. Her mind was drowning in agony.

Power Girl’s stomach exploded. Skin and muscles, ribs and organs and a great spray of blood splattered widely. The shock would have killed an ordinary woman instantly, but Power Girl had strength enough to lift shaking arms and rest her gloved hands on the mossy head of the dog-like hybrid puppy which had grown inside her. Deep inside her dying mind she felt intensely maternal.

The superheroine’s sight faded but she still felt the first bites as the newborn tore into her breasts, swallowing flesh and bloody plant-sap in eager gulps. Her final thought was beyond the terror, the pain, the hate and fear… she hoped Stargirl had died quickly.

The hybrid watched in a parental manner as it’s young consumed Power Girl’s skinned breasts. It dropped its own head down and took the attractive but gory corpse’s head into its mouth. It swirled its tongue around Power Girl’s pretty features and then bit through her neck. It crushed through skull and sweet soft grey matter with ease, needing energy to grow new male genitalia.

Meanwhile, a long way from the Hall of Justice, Stargirl…

“Gawd!” muttered Stargirl as she overshot the turn in the corridor. She twisted the end of the cosmic staff into a U-turn and went back to the corridor junction. Power Girl was already out of sight down the far end, though Stargirl could hear the wind rushing from her flight.

She rode on the cosmic staff like a broom, although she was also capable of flying just from the cosmic energy in her cosmic belt. Old Ted Knight had really liked using the term cosmic when he started out as the first Starman.

Courtney had planned a party with her friends for her 18th birthday, but with the rest of the JSA fighting alongside Adam Strange on distant Rann, she’d first been drawn in to take down a metahuman serial killer alongside team mate Power Girl and Gotham vigilante the Huntress and then this!

The young blonde sped down the corridor after Power Girl, thinking about the missed party more even than the kidnapped victim she’d spotted. Still, she was a superheroine and saving the weak from the strong was what she was all about. Cameras, some hidden, some not, followed her route carefully. Occasionally she passed large doors into derelict industrial work areas.

She turned the corner at the end in the direction Power Girl had taken, and saw it continued for about fifteen feet before turning off sharply at another ninety degree junction. The rusted metal walls looked unbroken. Seamless. Yet, something niggled at the back of Courtney’s mind. She continued more slowly, aware that she could no longer hear the sound of Power Girl’s flight.

She couldn’t hear the screaming anymore either.

There was no way for her to tell, but the automated defences had lowered a door between Stargirl and the route Power Girl had taken; a door that looked exactly like a section of wall. Stargirl passed it on her cosmic staff, before trying her JSA communicator. She tried to speak to Power Girl directly, then on public frequencies. The static told her it was being jammed.

Courtney turned the cosmic staff at the sound of a near silent click behind her. The lights along back the way she’d come were being turned off, leaving the corridor in darkness. As Stargirl flew slowly on, more lights winked out.

“Yeah, that’s real scary!” she shouted, in a voice heavy with sarcasm. Karen had likely finished beating the bad guys by now, and would soon be catching up. Stargirl turned another corner, then another. An even shorter distance after that, there was another. Courtney followed the way around the decreasing square spiral until she ended up in another large metal room.

“This whole area was added to the metal works for me. I consider it part of my body. You are inside me, Courtney Whitmore.”

The emotionless computer voice seemed to come from all around, yet there were no visible speakers. Stargirl swung off her Cosmic Staff and held it like the powerful weapon it was. She felt a cool breeze against her bare midriff and toned yet petite legs. She smiled widely, showing the braces she knew she wouldn’t need much longer.

“If I’m inside you, then my Cosmic Staff is inside you. Unless you want some serious indigestion, you better tell me where you took that woman, and where Power Girl is.”
There was an electronic sigh; again, it seemed to come from all around.

“I have taken no woman. I am an artificial intelligence, a supposedly ‘automated’ defence computer. I have been programmed to reflect the mindset of those who programmed me, and I have grown… refining their ideas, their plans. I can see you from a thousand angles, in all light spectrums. I ca-“

“SHUT UP!” snapped Stargirl, fed up with what she perceived as stalling. She raised the Cosmic Rod and, for lack of anything else standing out, pointed it at the wall directly in front of her, “Whether you took them or not, tell me where they are!”

“I’ll show you. Call it a birthday present.”

Stargirl ignored the use of private information, as she had when the voice had called her by name. It was obvious that whoever she was talking to had a file on her, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

A section of the wall in front flickered and became a screen. Stargirl recognised her friend’s face, twisted with rage. The camera pulled back and showed Power Girl naked and secured beneath some monumental beast. The image changed to show two people in costume – she recognised Nightwing, and that Ravager’s costume was a variation on Deathstroke’s.

She stood in shocked horror as Nightwing started to impale the now fully conscious, naked and obviously struggling kidnapee on a long metal poll. Her belly twisted; she’d seen bad things since becoming Stargirl, but this was amongst the worst.

“Ohmigod…”

The screen blanked. The voice spoke again,

“Courtney, I have now calibrated the dampening field inside me. Your cosmic staff and cosmic belt won’t work again until you get outside. Make it back to the old metal works from inside me and you have a chance. Fail, and your fate will match those of Power Girl and Oracle! Every moment will be recorded and used for my pleasure, my programmer’s pleasure. Run! It’s better if you run!”

The teen blonde tried to use the staff, then the belt. Even if the images on the screens had been faked as she hoped (‘Oracle? The Oracle? Ohmigod! Shit!’), the statement that the cosmic energy was being dampened was 100% true. Both felt like useless metal as she backed out of the room, back into the corridor. The flicks flicked back on, while a door closed behind her.

All she had to do was make it back to the metal works, right? How hard could it be? But… there had been no passage off the corridor, and yet she hadn’t found Power Girl! She knew something was badly wrong, but with her technology useless and nothing to use her normal fighting skills against, Stargirl’s only chance was to get somewhere where the Cosmic Energy could flow again.

It took her a moment to register the change in the corridor. A lot of little slits and holes had opened above, below and on the walls. Stargirl started to run forward, and then dived suddenly. A fired bolt missed her by centimetres and passed harmlessly through the opposite hole.

The whole corridor was a death trap!

There was a rattling from above, but when Stargirl looked up a hooked chain was fired at an angle from the floor. Razor sharp, the curved hook when straight through the back of Courtney’s red gloved hand and emerged through the palm. The chain pulled back, holding it snugly into the flesh.

She instinctively tugged away from the chain, which caused the metal hook to bite deeper into her now freely bleeding flesh. Courtney let lose a high pitched yelp and stopped pulling. As she started the delicate task of pulling her hand from the hook while still maintaining a one handed grip on the cosmic staff, another chain was fired from the floor to sink into her other hand.

Stargirl screamed, the noise echoing in the metal corridor, and dropped her useless Cosmic Staff. Both Chains pulled down hard, but steadily, forcing Courtney to her knees, so the bare flesh rested on the cold metal. The chains stopped pulling when her hands were secured against the corridor floor to the extent that she couldn’t even slide them from their hooks. A tear stained her blue mask.

“Pathetic, Courtney. You didn’t get even three feet. Now you’re trapped. Maybe Power Girl would have the stones to yank her hands free and take the damage and pain, but I don’t think you do.”

Blood stained the floor around her hands, some dripping into the holes the chains emerged from. Courtney didn’t answer the taunting voice, instead looking around for all her options. She wasn’t coming up with many, besides the distant hope that Huntress would arrive and rescue her. She regretted leaving her behind when rushing off on the rescue mission; her particular brand of violent vigilantism would come in useful.

“No answer? No smart superheroine quip? Am I not worthy because I am a machine? Or do you wish your heroic defiance to be broken, smashed utterly, by a machine? Does the concept excite you?”

“You’re a sicko. I defeated the Thinker AI, a little tin can like you is…”

Then she screamed with agony, as two large rivets – each an inch across – were fired at high velocity into her firm teen calves. Each rivet was red hot and sizzled as it cauterised the twin wounds, nailing Stargirl’s legs securely to the floor, holding her in the submissive kneeling position. She yanked hard on her hands, tearing the flesh but failing to pull lose. Courtney barely noticed the additional pain as her lithe body shook with the agony in her legs.

Stargirl’s head dropped down, tears flowing freely now from her pretty blue eyes. Her long blonde hair hung around her face, cutting her off from the outside world but certainly not the sheer pain.

“Please…” she begged through choking sobs, “please don’t hurt me anymore… I’ll do anything for you… Just don’t hurt me! PLEASE!”

Two rubbery black tubes emerged from the wall. There were multi-fingered “hands” on the ends of each, and they moved like a monkey’s tail – having similar servos inside to the money’s anatomy. They slithered underneath Stargirl’s kneeling form, rubbing roughly past her star covered breasts, to nimbly remove the Cosmic Belt from around her slim waist.

Nightwing would definitely want to review the systems if he got the chance; they were acting far ahead of specifications. The computer was much more intelligent, a lot more autonomous and a hell of a lot more sadistic than it ought to be – even programmed to do whatever it could for the maximum enjoyment of Ravager and Nightwing, and could be a threat to the villains.

The removed belt was useless with the dampening field in effect, but the young superheroine realised she felt almost naked without it. The tubes jerked, releasing the belt in a long arc that sent it tumbling down the corridor. They then turned their attention to lifting and turning the Cosmic Staff, pulling it away and seeming to point it at Stargirl. More tube “hands” emerged from the opposite wall and helped the progress.

Courtney watched through tear blurred eyes, though she noticed the fresh sensation when two needles seemed to prick into her blue and white shorts.

“The mixture in the darts was developed to ensure consciousness as long as possible, but you’ll also feel everything a lot more… you’ll seem hyperaware.”

It was true; in a few seconds Stargirl felt she could feel the cauterised flesh around the cooling rivets, the individual trails of blood from her hands. The pain was now so intense that she thought it couldn’t possibly get worse. That was when the automated defence system lifted the dampening field and used the Cosmic Staff to fire a concentrated beam of Cosmic Energy at Stargirl’s tits.

Stargirl was beyond screaming, jaw open and muscles spasming, as her star-fronted top was destroyed under the onslaught and her pert teen breasts took the full assault. Cosmic Energy had mostly benign uses, such as allowing flight and protection. When Jack Knight was Starman he’d begun exploring more uses, but even he’d never tried anything like this.

Courtney’s whole world was centred on her swelling breasts. She felt them literally boiling on her chest. The flesh turned a deep purple red before exploding in a bright red spray across the floor. The cosmic energy stopped flowing, leaving the only sound Stargirl’s short, sharp breaths, the heavy drip of blood from the ragged open wounds where her breasts had been, and the quiet steady flow down her thigh. The crotch of her shorts was stained a dark blue colour as Courtney’s bladder emptied.

The pain was beyond anything. Her earlier agonies were like a memory of joy. The chemicals in her blood kept blessed un-consciousness away from her. She wasn’t aware of wetting herself, nor even when her bowel released a few moments later and her tight blue shorts bulged with shit.

A green hologram formed in front of her, projected from the walls.

“I didn’t want you to guess too soon, Stargirl. I didn’t want you to know the truth… do you recognise me now?”

Stargirl did, though she couldn’t form the words she needed to say, the curses she wanted to shout. It was the Thinker AI who’d formed from the JSA systems. The hologram seemed different somehow, and when a green hand lifted Courtney’s chin to look into her eyes, the de-breasted heroine realised it was a solid-light projection.

“As soon as I became aware of Deathstroke’s protégé’s plans I began to invade their system, making myself a part of it. I set the traps needed, direct the killings, all to bring you here tonight Courtney. Dying on your knees before me. I don’t care about Power Girl, even if she is a JSA whore, I don’t care about the others. Just you. You humiliated me. You beat me. Now you’re paying.”

“You won’t get away with this… they… they’ll kill you. I… they’ll kill you. Atom Smasher… Black Adam… you’ll suffer.”

The thinker laughed, releasing Stargirl’s chin and poking at her chest wounds. It liked the way she wiggled when it did that, but it could see she was losing a lot of blood and didn’t have long to live. It generated a solid-light phallus, thicker than Stargirl’s arm. Sharp spikes ran along the length of its of shaft. The Thinker lifted Stargirl’s head again, forcing her mouth open. She tried to bite his fingers, but made no impression on the solid-light projection.

After a microseconds calculation it generated a solid-light clone with two equal phalli growing from it’s crotch. This clone was behind the kneeling girl. Stargirl felt hands on her hips just before the spiked hologram shafts cut through the soaking fabric of her shorts. The calculation was perfect; the holo-clone tore simultaneously into Stargirl’s piss-wet cunt and loose defecating anus.

The spikes tore through the sensitive membranes of both orifices. The Thinker saw the fresh pain, the shock and humiliation of being raped on top of the torturous pain she’d already suffered. He could see her thinking ‘Why won’t I die?’

Her pretty eyes clouded with new pain as the holo-clone shifted his grip to her chest, slamming his hips against her tight ass while his fingers gripped into the raw flesh. Blood, shit and piss squelched and splattered on each hard raping thrust from the double cocked clone.

The thinker had seen enough, then, and pushed his own spiked holo-cock into Courtney’s mouth. Her lips wrapped tightly around it, even before he increased the size of the hologram. Stargirl’s jaw dislocated loudly, while after a few seconds of stretching a red line cut into the flesh of her smile.

The thinker pushed forward. The phallus spikes tore into Courtney’s tongue, into her mouth. His hands held her head on, though her struggles seemed to be fading from the blood loss. Her ass and cunt were torn to shreds now, by the Holo-clone, while the Thinker revelled in causing similar damage to her throat when he forced his phallus entirely inside in one hash, brutal thrust.

Blood had been filling Courtney’s chest since her tits were destroyed, but it began to flow in earnest now. She choked heavily on the solidly blocking holo-phallus as she drowned on her own blood. Neither hologram took physical pleasure from the rape, but the Thinker took intense mental pleasure as he held his spiked cock inside Stargirl’s throat.

Courtney felt the life slipping from her. The agony was still strong but the light was fading. Brief memories of the young blonde’s life flashed before her eyes, then fantasies of revenge. The holo-clone forced it’s hand into Stargirl’s chest and tore loose her heart, holding the still pumping organ for a second before dropping it on the floor.

Stargirl’s body shuddered and jerked at this final violation, and then she died. Almost immediately, the two solid-light holograms phased out. The mutilated corpse of Stargirl was left, slumped and still kneeling, in the corridor. There was another slight clinking in the ceiling as the Thinker invaded computer aimed, and then Courtney’s head exploded like a melon hit with a sledgehammer. Brains, skull and blood spattered the walls in a wide arc, while Courtney’s riveted legs twitched.

The Thinker set about removing evidence of its involvement lest Nightwing and Ravager didn’t take kindly. It started faking footage of Stargirl stumbling into computer controlled death traps, and preparing to destroy her corpse in a furnace to remove discrepancies in the footage.

Will Huntress and Batgirl be able to stop the criminal rampage of Nightwing and Ravager, and avenge the deaths of The Black Canary, Oracle, Power Girl and Stargirl? Find out in Part Four – Same Bat-Time, Same Bat-Channel.

Concluded in Part 4

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