“No more little tricks girly.” The mobster growled as he approached the heroine. He had an intimidating pressure to him as he moved on the heroine, who despite her growing fear, steeled herself in her resolve.
Spoiler made the first move, launching at the Falcone with a twin strike from above with her batons. Markus noticed how she telegraphed her move and dodged backwards and countered with a knee drive into the girl’s stomach.
“Auugh-aghh!” Stephanie grunted and coughed as she keeled over in pain, dropping her batons.
Markus quickly followed up by grabbing girl by her slim neck with his right hand and slammed her against the container behind her, holding her up against it, choking her. Instinctively the girl brought her hands up to his around her neck in a vain attempt to remove his hands.
“Argh-aghh-no! G-get off of me-aargh..” Stephanie protested as she was slowly choked by the mobster, her legs kicking helplessly as she was held up against the container about a foot off the ground. Her shades had fallen off at some point during the quick combo Markus had done on her, allowing him to see how pretty she really was even with her hood and face mask still up. Her pretty blue eyes slowly filled with fear.
“Well, well, well… Aren’t you just the pretty little blonde tease…” Markus commented, as he felt some blood rush to his cock at the sight of the pretty blonde teenage girl helplessly struggling against his grasp. He reached out and began to tug on her face mask.
“Noo…” Stephanie weakly protested, not wanting to get unmasked, especially like this. The mobster ignored her pleas and easily pulled her face mask down, revealing the vigilante girl’s full face.
“Mmm… now those are some lips just begging to be filled with some cock” Markus said, licking his own lips much to the heroine’s dismay. His cock was getting rock hard. His grip around the blonde’s slim throat loosened.
“Ahh.. don’t you even think about it..” Stephanie demanded despite having been handily defeated. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes. Markus and the thugs who were watching from afar loved the sight of the proud heroine squirming about helplessly.
Markus then suddenly released his grip around the girls throat but roughly turned the girl around and held her in a tight choke hold with one arm. With his other arm he stripped off the vigilantes prize utility belt, and with it, a lot of her hope in escaping.
‘Oh… that’s not good…’ Stephanie lamented to herself as she tried to pull Markus’s arm off from around her neck.
“Want to know something funny?” Markus whispered into the girl’s ear while his free hand began to caress and grope the girl all over. He rubbed his crotch against the heroine’s tight round ass as he held her close to him.
“No…” Spoiler replied weakly and continued to struggle in Falcone’s grasp . She didn’t want to hear what this criminal had to say to her.
“This little trap wasn’t even meant for you… it was meant for that little bat bitch…” Markus began to explain, “But don’t worry bitch. I remember you. You were with Bat bitch that night. You helped her take down some of my boys and even helped her take me down…” the young Falcone described.
“Aughh… no… stop touching me-aargh!” the heroine complained as the mobster boss continued to grope and caress her with one hand while slowly choking her with his other. “Augh…gross..” Steph groaned as he forced her hips back and her tight round ass clad in her costumes spandex to rub against his crotch.
Falcone’s men cheered and taunted the vigilante girl as they watched their boss tease and molest her. Their cocks got hard at the sight of the slim teenaged heroine bent over their boss as he groped her. They especially loved it when Markus would grope her tits. Stephanie especially hated this.
“Yeah… I remember you bitch. As clear as day now… You insulted me right before knocking me down…” Markus said into Stephanie’s ear. The girl shuddered feeling the mobster’s hot breath against the back of her ear and neck.
“No… augh.. get off of me…” Stephanie whined, feeling the young Falcone’s hand begin to drift back down to her crotch. “Noo-argh!” She let out a feeble protest as the man began to rub her pussy through the fabric of her costume. Stephanie couldn’t believe what was happening.
“You said, that you bet they called me the ‘little roman’ because I had a small cock. That I had started to come back into Gotham as a way to make myself feel better. But that Gotham didn’t need another small dicked villain.” Markus described what he remembered, his arm around the vigilante girl’s neck tightening.
“Argh!” Stephanie choked. She did remember insulting the criminal before leaving him for the police. She always enjoyed taunting and insulting criminals, crooks and villains, she thought it was part of her charm as Spoiler. While she was getting choked and groped by Markus Falcone, she slightly regretted some of her witty insults. “Ahh-argghh…” She grunted as Falcone pushed his crotch harder against her ass.
“You feel that you little bitch?” Markus asked, referring to his thick 12 inch cock that was throbbing against the vigilante’s tight ass through the fabric of what they were wearing. Stephanie did feel his meaty cock and she wasn’t thrilled about it.
“Augh-no!” She whined
“Act all haughty and righteous all you want bitch, but I can feel how the idea of my cock inside of you makes you really feel…” Markus said while pressing his fingers deeper against her pussy through the fabric of her spandex. Regrettably for the heroine, she was getting a little wet.
Stephanie would never admit it to the mob boss, but she was getting turned on. She hated how the situation was making her feel, but she had always enjoyed the rough roleplays her and Tim would do. The intense rope heavy, “escape” exercises they would do. But this was different, she shouldn’t be feeling any type of way. Stephanie was ashamed of herself.
“Don’t worry bitch… You’ll get to feel my cock and more, soon, very soon…” Markus said, eliciting cheers and jeers from his men around them.
“No..augh-argggh! Let-aarghh!” Spoiler protested, struggling as hard as she could in the grasp of the mobster. She could feel him choking her harder and harder and she was helpless to do anything. She felt her legs buckle as her consciousness quickly began to fade…
‘No… this can’t be happening… someone save me… Barbara please…’ Stephanie thought to herself right before passing out.
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“No…” Batgirl muttered to herself when she finally arrived on the scene. “No..no.. no. Shit! Shit shit shit shit!” She continued as she scanned the docks from atop of a crane overlooking them. She couldn’t see anything.
Barbara Gordon had suited up in her Burnside Batgirl costume as fast as she could. As soon as the suit was on, she moved to Stephanie’s last known location on her transmitter. It had only been an hour since Steph had turned her transmitter off. Yet when Barbara arrived to the docks, she couldn’t find signs of a struggle let alone anyone even being there.
‘It was a trap… And a thorough one too…’ Barbara deduced as she continued to look around for clues. ‘Damn it Steph!’ She thought with both worry and frustration.
Batgirl spent rest of the night searching the docks for clues for her missing friend. The only thing of value she was able to find that made her heart sick too, was a crushed transmitter. It seemed like it was placed for her to find. To taunt her.
….
“Damn… Ay Johnny, I can’t get this thing to work.” A man dressed in a decent suit said over to his friend. The man was a Mafia soldier or a common thug and he was messing with a small video camera on a tripod.
“Shit, Ray, just power the fookin thing on, but don’t hit record yet.” Johnny, the other Mafia soldier in the room, told his friend. “Shit, man, the lights blinking red. Hit that button again, boss ain’t here and prolly don’t want us recording yet.”
“Right right, my bad.” Ray stammered as he fumbled his fingers around on the camera to stop it from recording.
“Aaarrmmgphh…” The subject of the two cameras, the vigilante girl, Spoiler began to stir awake. The girl immediately began to take stock of her situation.
The first thing she realized was that she was in a chair of some sort. Next, she immediately realized that there was a large ball-gag in her mouth and she had a blindfold over her eyes. The gag was quite large and made her mouth sore. She could feel her own drool pool around the ball-gag and slowly leak out from the corners of her mouth and drip down her chin onto her tits. Lucky enough, Steph could feel that she was fully dressed still save for her mask, her hood being pulled down, and no utility belt.
‘Oh… this is bad…’ Stephanie thought to herself as she attempted to move. She found her hands to be cuffed above and behind her head, chained to the back of the chair. Her legs were frog-tied and spread apart with a strong thick rope, making it impossible for her to close her legs. She felt very vulnerable.
“Aaarrmmmmpghh!” She groaned into the ball-gag in frustration while struggling. This caught the attention of the two Mafia thugs in the room with her.
“Oh shit, she’s up. Get the boss.” Johnny told the other soldier. Ray gave a face in response, he wanted to be in the room when the pretty blonde girl woke up. Both of the thugs’ cocks had been at half chub while setting up the cameras.
“Aaarrmmmmph!” the heroine protested through the large ball gag in her mouth. She had gathered from the conversation of the two goons that they had cameras on her perilous situation. She wasn’t thrilled about it and she wasn’t thrilled about the fact that they were getting their boss now. Stephanie assumed it was the creep Markus Falcone.
She was correct.
“Welcome to the Falcone Lake House, Spoiler.” Markus said as he stepped into the room the vigilante girl was being kept in. Markus didn’t recognize the girl from anything, just a pretty little blonde girl. The girl was such a stunner that walking in and seeing her all tied up in her tight costume caused blood to rush to his cock.
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