Sorry about the delay, but I had a metric ton of crap to cope with.

Anyway, we continue. Fair warning: this chapter gets a bit more graphic. And, as always, children should not be reading this material.

Over The Rainbow
by Max Hass

Chapter 4

Three days earlier.

Pain and utter darkness were all that Batgirl knew of her place in the world in the uncounted hours and days since she fell into the hands of Rupert Thorne and his thugs. Alternating between hours of his men taking turns fighting with her to prove their worth to their master, bragging how each would break her. Then, after facing repeated combat, being dumped without ceremony into a room the size of a small closet, left to deal with the wounds and bruises she received that day.

At first, her bravado and martial arts were more than a match against the men Thorne set upon her. Then the hours and days wore on. Her opponents managed to slowly gain advantages over her. No matter how many bones she broke, how many crotches she kicked, how many jaws she fractured, the parade of towering challengers never ended.

And as she weakened, Batgirl began to pay a cruel price for her resistance. The more sadistic of the gangsters began to ignore more and more of Rupert's orders in hopes of accelerating the eventual victory over her. After all, she was no superheroine. Just a vigilante whose luck had run out. Many of the thugs had either been sent to jail because of her, or had friends inside, waiting to get out. This was revenge most savage.

One of her more cruel tormentors decided to make an example of her on her third day. Waiting until he knew that Thorne would be occupied with other business, several of the less injured thugs entered the darkened cell where she would be allowed to nurse her wounds and suffer the pains she received in those many fights.

Dragged out and back into the chamber where she had fought so valiantly, the dark knight damsel was subjected to the most violent and one-sided of beatings. Her utility belt, long since emptied by her captors, was now used as a whip against her. Each man took long turns striking Batgirl's weary body, her uniform now beginning to shred as her belt struck her.

After an hour of this, there was very little left of Batgirl's uniform. And nothing left to the imagination about her body underneath the tatters. Welts and bruises covered much of her exposed skin. Trickles of blood ran from the deepest cuts. And any screams she had left after this ravaging were reduced to tiny whimpers, vanishing with what strength she had left.

Seeing that there was little risk of resistance left in their captive, Thorne's employees picked her body up from the floor where she tried in vain to pull herself into a fetal pose. Pulling her arms and legs apart, these thugs began to grope and stroke the few areas that their thrashing had not reached. By design or accident, her crotch had escaped the punishment the rest of her body suffered.

With their victim on the edge of collapse and showing no signs of resistance, they pushed her against a wall and began to slap her senseless while screaming at her. Unlike her previous attempts to resist, Batgirl tried in vain to slouch as the hands violently propped her back up, the stings of each slap pushing her into the wall.

"You took a lot out of us. How does it feel now to be the punching bag, bitch!" The slapping continued despite any obvious signs of resistance now. One of the men stepped away and began to undress. Moments later, he stood naked as his associates paused to examine their victim. "Batbitch, you have two choices. Do you want us to keep on using you for exercise, or do you want a break?" Pulling Batgirl's weakened body up by her arms, they dragged her to where the naked man stood, a tight smile on his face.

"The deal is simple. Have sex with him and you won't be beaten. Refuse, and we'll pull you right back over there. Your call." With that, they released her arms and she fell into the waiting hug of the naked man. He let her slide down his body, ending up kneeling on the floor, her head bent down.

Waves of never ending pain had drained every last iota of resistance from Batgirl's now shattered mind. What few chards of logic she had remaining grasped at the bits of the offer her ears received. Forcing her head to look up from where she knelt, she looked up slowly at the legs, then at the erection before her eyes.

Hoots and hollers began to rise from the thugs as Batgirl crawled the short distance between her and the naked thug. With a huge effort, she slowly lifted her body up. She placed her arms around his hips and pulled her naked and bruised breasts against his aroused sex, trying to rest against him.

"Looks like we have a winner!" Take her, Barney! Take her where she's never gone before!"

A tiny bit of relief dared to enter Batgirl's fatigued mind when she realized that the beating had indeed stopped. She moved her chest from side to side, feeling the penis straining against her skin. Then she heard one last voice. A voice that made her heart stop. "When Barney is finished with her, everyone take a turn, then toss her back into her hole to think about things for a bit."