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	Batgirl, Batman, Gotham City and all other characters, except for Pirate King,
were created by and are copyrighted by and are property of DC Comics. This
story has been written solely to occupy my free time, of which I seem to have a
lot. No compensation has been or will be received for this story. This story is
purely for entertainment purposes and cannot be redistributed for the purposes
of making money or profit.
	Any similarity between names characters and places in this story are purely
coincidental.
	Pirate King was created by, and is property of, Glavas K.

Batgirl: Terror Cove
by Glavas K.

Part Four

	Batgirl woke with a start, half expecting Pirate King and his men to be
looming over her. They were not.
	The sun had set and night had fallen. Overhead, a trillion stars twinkled on a
sheet of darkest velvet. The only light was the glow of Gotham to the left of
the scene, and even that seemed peaceful.
	The mini-sub was still beached. Low tide had completed the Dark Angels
earlier task. Cautiously, but with a head groggy from sleep, Batgirl crept to
the sub and began to silently search it. Within minutes, she crawled from its
empty depths, relieved to find the vessel still empty.
	Unsure of the time because her watch, as well as her utility belt, were still
in Pirate Kings lair, Batgirl decided that she could put off the swim to her
fathers boat no longer. Gracefully, she dove into the cool water and began the
long swim out to the boat.
	The swim was a long one. Too long. By the time she had reached the cabin
cruiser, Batgirl was again exhausted. She clung to the rear ladder for a few
minutes, just to get her breath.
	Guess Im a little bit more tired that I thought I was, she said to herself.
Her voice sounded loud out on the silent water. That calls for a couple of
days off, I think. Maybe some shopping.
	With great effort, Batgirl hoisted herself out of the water and onto the deck
of the cabin cruiser. She sat on the rear bench for a moment, to enjoy the view
of the moonlit cove as much as to rest, before heading toward the radio. Water
glistened on her skin and ran down her body in rivulets as she entered the
cabin.
	Without warning as she approached the radio, Batgirl felt the cold touch of
two metal prongs in the small of her back. Suddenly, her body seized as
thousands of volts of electricity entered her. Her teeth ground together and
her limbs stiffened with the shock of the electric attack. Her whole body
shook, causing her luscious breasts to jiggle in her bikini. Then the young
woman found the floor rushing up to meet her. She lay panting and gasping, her
muscles trembling from the assault.
	After a few moments, she felt the two metal prongs press onto one of her ass
cheeks. A short cry escaped the Girl Wonders wet, red lips and then her body
began to convulse again. She helplessly flopped on the floor, which was damp
from her skin rubbing across it. The electricity shot through her ass and
pounded her nervous system, turning Batgirl into nothing more than an abused
puppet being thrashed by a wicked child.
	When the prongs left her ass, she slumped into a heap. And there Batgirl lay,
in a mound, as someone moved about behind her. Her mind screamed at her to get
up and fight, but her tired, shocked muscles failed to respond. She breathed in
pants, her heart hammering next to her laboring lungs.
	The person behind her moved and, once again, Batgirl felt the metal prongs on
the wet skin of her bare ass cheek. Another short, almost dog-like, cry escaped
her and then her tongue jammed itself up against the roof of her mouth and her
teeth clenched, cutting off any further cries. The young woman tried to shriek,
but her throat was now closed off. Her body thumped against the floor, causing
her muscles to batter themselves against the wood. Then, with a tremendous
lurch, Batgirls young body seized and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

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	When Batgirl woke, it was still dark and there were men standing all around
her. She was lying on the floor at the aft of her fathers boat. Her arms were
tightly bound with what appeared to be some of the cargo straps from her
fathers equipment. Her legs were spread and bound to the boats benches with
the same kind of cargo straps. She was not gagged, but Pirate King tightly held
her head.
	Hello, there, he said. Good to see you back with us.
	What did you do to me?
	Pirate King held up a familiar object: Batgirls own electric prong Bat-stun
gun.
	You should really make a habit of collecting your toys when you are done
playing, Batgirl. Not many honest people out there, Im afraid.
	How did you escape, you son of a bitch?
	Pirate King laughed. Did you seriously think that I would hold up in some
underwater cave with no way out? Did you think that I would allow myself to
suffocate in the off chance that some do-gooder wrecked my sub? You insult me,
Batgirl. And after all weve been through together.
	Fuck you.
	No, actually fuck you. The blonde pirate began laughing again as his
henchman Fore moved to kneel between the Girl Wonders legs. To Batgirls
horror, the thug was undoing his pants -- as were the other three henchmen.
	No! You cant! Batgirl began to thrash around in her bonds, but they were
too tight and the cargo straps were too strong.
	Oh, how couldnt I? Pirate King asked as Fore tore the crimefighters bikini
from her svelte body. If I killed you before letting my men have their way
with you, Id have a mutiny on my hands! Id never be able to get another
henchman on the East Coast, never mind Gotham!
	Fore crawled in between Batgirls legs, his erect penis brushing against the
girls thighs.
	No! Please, dont! Batgirl screamed as the thug lowered himself down on her.
She shrieked when the head of his penis touched her pussy lips. Over his
shoulder, Batgirl could see the other men lined up and stroking their
erections.
	Then Fore thrust his pelvis forward, burying his penis halfway inside of
Batgirl. She cried out and then began wailing as the man muscled his way past
her vaginal muscles. Soon, he was rhythmically thrusting into her with his face
buried into the soft folds of her neck. Her smaller body was soon forced to
fall into the rhythm of the sexual pounding, causing everything in her vision
to be a blur. Her muscles strained against the rapist, but she was still too
weak from the past few days. Her screaming stopped and was replaced by the
gasps of air which were forced from her lungs.
	Soon, however the man stiffened and seized, crushing her sleek body with his
more powerful muscles. Inside of her, the mans penis spasmed and shot forth
its milky load. As he came, he continually squeezed the young womans body with
his arms until she could no longer draw a breath. White spots appeared in
Batgirls vision and she feared that she would pass out -- or did she welcome
the release from the horror?
	The man collapsed on her then, resting for a few minutes before pulling out of
her and crawling away.
	Aft took his place.
	No, please! Batgirl begged, but the men just laughed.
	You probably wrecked our sub and, in doing so, our meal ticket, Pirate King
leered from where he held the Caped-Crusaders head. There will be no mercy
for you, Batgirl.
	The viscous Aft crouched down before Batgirl and entered her easily. With a
wicked smile, the mean-spirited thug whom Batgirl had kicked in the groin days
before, began thrusting. Batgirl gritted her teeth and tried to struggle
against him, but, again, the man was too strong and she was still too weak. Her
body collapsed beneath him and she was forced to endure another viscous rape.
Afts hands mauled Batgirls pert breasts, crushing them like dough. His pelvis
slammed against her again and again, drawing involuntary gasps from her lips.
When he came in her, Aft squeezed her breasts with all the strength in his
hands, causing Batgirl to scream in agony. Her screams, which threatened to
vibrate her tender throat into raw meat, became sobs when the thug released her
breasts. Those sobs continued well into the next rape, perpetrated by Port.
	Port was slow. He pulled out of her and pushed into her slowly and
deliberately. He grinned at the young crime fighter the entire time, even
though her sobs caused her to have her eyes closed through most of the rape.
Several times, he rubbed her face tenderly, and each time she found herself
pressing up against his hand. She would pull away, but the next time the thug
tried the same ploy, Batgirl found herself again rubbing against his hand. She
knew that she was only doing so because she was delirious, but it still
sickened her.
	Sometime during Ports turn, Pirate King released Batgirls head and slipped
away.
	When Port stiffened to cum, he hurriedly pressed his lips against Batgirls,
eliciting a passionate kiss from the fatigued and shell shocked crime fighter.
Deep into the kiss, Batgirl realized what was happening and tried to pull away.
Down in her pussy, Ports penis was pumping seamen into her defenseless vagina.
Ports tongue jerkily probed the girls mouth as he climaxed, until Batgirl
tried to bite him. Port pulled his tongue away and then pulled out of the
superheroine.
	Starboard knelt down and maneuvered his way past the young womans thighs and
easily into her pussy. Batgirl gasped as the mans shaft slid into her. As the
he trusted, Starboard rubbed his hands over every inch of her body, massaging
and caressing her. He had enjoyed the reaction which Port had received through
mock tenderness and decided to attempt some on his own. Batgirls body, pounded
into sexual meat, responded to his touch remarkably. She pressed up against his
hands and groaned as he massaged her. Starboards thrusts were slow but steady,
and combined with his strong, sensual touch, threatened to drive the Dark Angel
of Gotham over the edge. When Starboard climaxed, his cum spraying into the
helpless heroine, he pressed his lips to Batgirls as Port had done. The act,
combined with the others, forced Batgirl over the cliff of sexual pleasure, and
she came despite her numbed horror. Together, the rapist and the victim, the
predator and the prey, both came and thrashed their bodies together. Starboard
clutched at Batgirl and she forced herself up against him, milking his penis
with her exhausted vaginal muscles. Then, the pair collapsed and panted
together until Starboard pulled out and struggled to his feet.
	Good job, dude, Port congratulated his fellow henchman. Fore and Aft slapped
Starboard on the back as the man tried to catch his breath.
	Batgirl lay panting on the deck, her skin flushed and her eyes glazed. Her
whole body was covered with sweat, although most of it was not hers.
Unconsciously, she gyrated her hips and rubbed her buttocks against the deck.
	Alright, get her up! Pirate King ordered, stepping from the cabin. Funs
over. Pirate King was dressed in black swim trunks; the letters PK were
drawn over crossed cutlasses on the left hip. On his back was an air tank. In
his hand he carried Batgirls discarded air tank.
	The henchmen released Batgirls ankles and then bound them together as per
Pirate Kings directions. Around her waist, they secured three nondescript
weight belts. Together, the henchmen unbound Batgirls arms and maneuvered her
air tank onto her back before re-securing the girls arms. Her mask was
situated on her face and they lifted her to the rear of the boat. She was too
weak to resist.
	Well, here we are at the end of our relationship, Batgirl. It was
enlightening and enjoyable, but, as they say, all good things must come to an
end.
	You cant do this. Batgirl weakly whispered. You cant kill me.
	Im afraid I can and I will. And then well retrieve our sub and continue
with our plans, sans interfering Batgirl, of course.
	Youll never get away with this! Batgirl cried feebly.
	Pirate King smiled.
	Oh, Im afraid I already have.
	With a strong shove, Pirate King pushed Batgirl over the side of her fathers
cabin cruiser. She managed to draw a deep breath before she plunged into the
black water. Her body, weighed by the three weight belts, sunk quickly and soon
she found herself lying on the bottom in the darkness. She had once held her
breath for two and a half minutes, but that had been while relaxing in her
room. Already, she could feel her lungs demanding air which she could not
provide.
Next to her, her rebreather was floating in the darkness, precious air escaping
into the tomb which Ravens Cove was quickly becoming.

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