LESSON IN MANNERS
A super-heroine adventure by InterestingLife featuring HOPEGIRL, based on an image by Exit-Zero (20).

DISCLAIMER : This story is a work of fiction. It may contain scenes of violence, sexual imagery and may depict scenes of non-consensual sexual activity, as well as torture and many other illegal activities. It is intended as literary entertainment only.
All characters used in this story are property of their respective owners.
This story is part of the continuity established by myself and my interpretations of the Exit-Zero universe, presented with his permission, and may not work in continuity with other stories. 

Direct any comments to : youngasuq@yahoo.ca

Reverse Order - Marco (goatee), Luke (brown hair), Tyler (blackman), Marty (leather pants), Benny (blonde), Oscar (camisole), Curtis (dark tee)

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The district of Pacifica was one of the most beautiful in Eve City. It was home to many wealthy families and their domains, just north of the Scene entertainment district and west of Gateway Park and the Palacio, which house many of the best hotels in town. It wasn't a gated community per se, although each residence could hire its own private security. One would have thought that, because of all this, crime in the district would be low, but it was simply different from elsewhere. Crime in Pacifica was one of privilege. With money, power and influence to back themselves up, those who perpetrated illegal activities had the resources to cover their tracks or to buy their freedom with expensive lawyers if they got caught. It wasn't a beat any cop enjoyed. Arresting a rich kid out on a drunken drive could prove to be a career killer for any individual. To operate as a law enforcement officer in Pacifica a certain kind of dedication. It also helped if you came from the area.

It was no surprise then that local girl, Shelley Jacinthe Beauregard, had secretly taken up the mantle of Hopegirl, the district's local queen of crime-fighting (as they sometimes called her). She had not been operating long - about a month - and already people were liking her approach, her bravado and grand-standing, defiant of the criminals she confronted (mostly drug dealers). A tall caucasian long haired blonde, in knee high royal blue boots and gloves, with a bikini type bottom that ended just above her crotch, and a full sleeveless sweater-like garment from her belly button upwards, with an exposed neckline made up her suit, completed with a royal blue mask was wider and had little edges at the top. She had very publicly stated to a reporter that she was here for the people of the district and only them; she would not abide interference by other heroines unless the threat proved to be overwhelming, as in greater than local issues. She had even dared anyone to attempt to get one by her. Although she had met up with KnightHawk and Andromeda in person after that public affirmation, she had politely but strongly asked them to not bother with policing here. She truly was a child of the district, part of the elite, and she felt that the people would better respond to her as a local, and she was right - for the most part.

The gang of seven, they called themselves. Young men of privilege, born into wealthy families, not a care in the world. They had all met in college or before and had struck up an intriguing friendship. Bored out of their minds, unchallenged by their classes, they had decided that life was too short not to have fun. Using their parents' money, they bought a low-key flat just outside of the Harbor district, essentially a two-story house with an unfinished basement. It had become their playroom. Their games had started rather innocently, dares mostly, running up to someone and mooning them, streaking, kids' stuff. After a few weeks, the games had escalated a little. Running up to a girl on the street and pulling her top off; coming up to a lady and pretending she was a hooker; insulting anyone they didn't like or just for the fun of it. Their parents had no control over them - most weren't even aware of what their boys were doing. All were nineteen now, energetic young adults with too much time and money.

For the last few weeks, their more recent dare had been to go to nightclubs, where one them picked up a girl and brought her back to their place; there, the seven of them ganged up on her to tease and have fun with her. They only had sex if she was inclined for it, otherwise they let her go after a little bit of humiliation. One girl had gone so far as to allow all seven of them to ride her, in turn. The experience had only emboldened them.

The next idea had come from a dare one of them had thought up, and they were very eager to see it through.

Every evening, Hopegirl followed the same routine. First and foremost, she patrolled the streets on her unique bike; using her vast resources, she had ordered a custom-made item from far away and had it shipped discreetly into the city. It was a one-of-a-kind unbranded vehicle, as flashy as she was in her royal blue costume. She wasn't subtle about patrolling; criminals needed to learn to fear her presence. If she ran into a situation, she would first use the siren to draw attention to herself, and call for the perpetrators to stop whatever they were doing. Half the time, it was a sufficient show of force. The other half, she would dismount and proceed to the intervention, taking down the perps with as little violence as possible. It wasn't that she disliked fighting, but she knew that being smaller than most of her opponents, she couldn't take them on, despite her training, without having some sort of plan. She had many. She had grown up hearing about all of the dirty backroom deals her parents had to do in order to maintain and expand their fortune. She had simply applied these principles to her crime-fighting style, and it generally worked well.

Driving around, she eventually spotted someone on the side of street, waving to her, a young man she didn't recognize. He was in jeans, wearing a t-shirt with hypnotic swirls on it, his head shaved, with a dark brown goatee. She sped up to him and stopped.

"Yes, citizen."
"Hopegirl! Am I glad to see you," he exclaimed. "One of my friends is hurt. He got into a fight bad."
"Have you called 911?"
"Yeah, but you arrived first. Please. Come help."

Hopegirl stepped off her bike, widening her shoulders as she looked him over.

"Certainly. Your name?"
"Call me Marco."
"Very good, Marco. Lead on."

He headed back in-between the buildings towards the back alleys where the parking lot was. As she trailed behind him, she spoke.

"Is the agressor still about, Marco?"
"I don't know. He fled, but he could still be around."

Hopegirl raised her guard up, just in case the miscreant was still in the vicinity. They rounded the corner, heading towards the center of the almost empty parking lot, where two individuals were already present. One was bent over the other. The helper was also caucasian, wearing jeans and a black shirt, his head with short wavy brown hair. The victim, on the ground, was a black male with even shorter dark hair, also in jeans; his shirt was torn and there seemed to be blood on the ground near him.

Marco reached his allies and bent down towards the wounded individual.

"Hopegirl, this here is Tyler (pointing to the black man) and our friend Luke."

Hopegirl leaned over the victim and checked the injury; there was blood on his chest and a mark, like a knife had cut him open.

"Why haven't you applied some pressure on it?" she asked.

Four other individuals stepped out of the shadows as the two other two failed to answer. They crept in quietly, watching the scene, holding back their giggles.

There was something odd about the blood, Hopegirl realized. She touched the blood on the ground with the tip of her finger. It was stickier than it should be. She pulled her gloved finger to her nose and smelled it. Sugary? She checked the victim again, but realized there was no wound at all. Fake blood. This scene was staged. She rose to her feet and realized that four newcomers had arrived.

"What is going on here?"

All seven men burst out laughing at that moment, and she realized they had been playing some game with her. She felt betrayed and chose not to hide it in her face. She carefully assessed the four newcomers. There was a blonde man in jeans and a green sweater, fairly handsome; another man with a red crew cut in jeans and a stripped camisole; a third one with a similar haircut on black hair, wearing a black t-shirt and jeans; finally, a bit smaller than the others, a man in leather pants and a shiny red t-shirt, sporting an unshaved goatee and dark sleeked hair.

"What is the meaning of this?" she insisted.

The man in leather pants was the first to speak.

"Priceless... lady, you just got owned."
"And who might you be?"
"Name's Marty. Here's Benny (pointing to the blonde man), Oscar (the man in the camisole) and Curtis (in the black tee)."

Their names meant nothing to her, but some of their faces appeared familiar. They were local, despite of the way they dressed, she thought. 

The alleged victim, now up and wiping some of the fake blood of his chest, going by the name Tyler, called her out.

"You fell for it too."
"Fell for what? What did you do?"
"Just played you for a fool, lady," retorked the blonde Benny. "Don't cry about it. We're just having a laugh."

Hopegirl was not amused by their theatrics.

"Well, gentlemen, while you are diverting my attention, actual crimes may be committed as we speak!"
"Chill, lady!" Marty intervened. "We're just having some fun..."
"Yeah," added Luke, striking a hand through his brown hair, "we're just out for a good time and we figured you could use a distraction, given all your seriousness and all."

Hopegirl was still displeased, but now that she knew there was no actual emegency, she did feel some relief.

"Well, I appreciate the sentiment, I suppose, but I really must be going on my way."

As she expressed the desire to step away, she noticed that the seven men had encircled her. She looked for an actual opening, but they were clearly blocking her path.

"Gentlemen, please?"
"What's the matter, Hopegirl? You're too cool to hang out with us?" Marty asked, sneering.
"That has nothing to do with it, Marty," she called him out personally. "I simply have matters to attend to."
"So you'd like to hang with us but don't have the time, is that it?"

What a strange way to put it, she told herself. He was framing the question to only her only two options. It was a very practical technique in controlling a conversation. Of course, she was fully aware of the trickery behind it.

"As a matter of fact, neither, under these circumstances," she answered.
"What did you say?" he replied, anger in his tone.
"Even if I had the time, under this pressure, I would not be inclined to hang out with you. If I had the time and we were perhaps in a less public place, and one-on-one, I might be inclined to have coffee with you. But I am on the clock."

The boys couldn't believe what she was saying. In fact, they weren't exactly sure what she was saying.

"May I be on my way?" she politely continued.
"Ah... no," finally stammered Marty.

He was clearly the leader of the group, so she directed the brunt of her attention and discourse to him.

"Very well. What will it take for me to be able to resume my duties?"
"Hang with us... I insist."

There was a disguise threat in those last two words. There were seven of them; she was alone. If this got physical, there was no way for her to hold her own against those odds. A tactical solution was required. She considered the alternatives for a moment.

"I seem to be restrained in my options, gentlemen. Very well, I will 'hang' with you, but only on one condition."
"Which one?" the blonde Benny asked.
"I only need to secure my vehicle."

The request seemed reasonable, but the boys were reluctant to let her go alone, so they followed her back to her bike. No one but her could drive she knew, thanks to a special microchip implanted in her mask. She dragged the bike into the alley and out-of-view. For a moment, she considered jumping on it and escaping, but she was certain there was something afoot. Her instincts told her she needed to investigate further, and that meant playing along, for now. Once the bike was secured, she turned back to them. They still had her very much cornered.

"Well, gentleman... what was your plan for the evening?"
"Just hanging out... chilling at our place. You should come."
"I suppose I shall."

The boys found her attitude odd; she didn't seem too scared of them, and she was certainly more compliant than a few of the girls they had taken back to their second home. They headed towards the minivan and all crawled in. They could have afforded sports cars or even luxury vehicles, but the minivan was a convenient ride to get them all across  town. They filed in, Benny, Oscar and Curtis in the backseat; Hopegirl was squeezed in between Tyler and Marco; Marty sit in the passenger's seat so Luke set himself up to drive. With the doors all closed, Luke rode off.

Hopegirl was very uncomfortable between the two men; Tyler wrapped his black arm around her neck, while Marco placed a hand on her exposed thigh. It just sat there. She smiled shyly, her arms bound to her form, considering her next move.

"So what's your story?" Tyler asked her. 
"My story?"
"What made you dress up like a sl... like a hero and stuff?"

This wasn't about idle conversation, she figured. For a moment, she wondered if they would try to unmask her. While her alter ego was not as well known as others, some of them might recognize her. But she didn't think this was about her identity.

"Well, to be honest, both my parents died when I was young."
"No shit!" Oscar said in the back.
"It's true... I was taken to a boarding school, but it had a dark secret. There was a sinister cult of demon worshippers, and they were sacrificing students for their master. I was able to divert their attention away and rescue the students. That's how I started."
"Really?" Oscar continued.

The others burst out laughing.

"She's pulling our legs, Oscar! Come on!"

Hopegirl giggled alongside them, but only for show. In truth, she was watching the road, checking where they were headed. By now, she had figured out who they were from rumors she had gathered around town. It made her quite uneasy to be taking a ride with them, but it would allow her to form her own personal opinion on their activities, and to determine if she needed to intervene. Their banter was playful, their attitudes were somewhat unnerving and they did not hesitate to resort to a form intimidation but, beyond that, they had not officially committed a chargeable crime.

"Seriously though," Tyler came back with his question, "why do you do it?"

She had gotten away with a quip once; she felt it would be inappropriate to do it again. Still, she couldn't really tell them the truth, so it had be as close to it as possible.

"Being a heroine is not a privilege... it's a duty. It's a calling, really. You don't get up in the morning and put on a suit like this unless you're dedicated to the cause. In my case, it was just the rampant injustice in the city, in the district. Seeing young kids hopped up on drugs, and knowing I had the skills to make a difference."

Tyler took the explanation as is. Somehow, Hopegirl doubted it had made any real impact on them.

"What are we going to be doing at your place?" Hopegirl asked.
"Hanging out. Chilling. Grab some beers."
"I don't usually drink beer..."
"We have wine and spirits, too."

He was insistent. She could play around that.

"I suppose a glass of wine is tolerable, but remember, I'm driving later."

They had left Pacifica district, noted Hopegirl. They were heading towards the harbor. Marty put on the radio; there was country music playing, so he quickly switched the channel. Only Oscar in the back complained. Luke, being the driver, asked for metal music, so Marty obliged him.

"Driver's rule!" he said.

The music was so loud, there was no opportunity for conversation on the remaining ride.

Finally, they arrived at their destination. The minivan parked in the garage, the door shutting itself behind  them. They filed out of the vehicle and into the adjacent loft. They entered into the basement. Hopegirl was surprised at how spartan it looked. Two old couches, a leater reclining chair, and a giant flat-screen connected to several gaming stations and a computer. At the far corner, there was a bar with liquor and booze galore. The boys motioned Hopegirl to sit on a couch. This was, it was Oscar and Curtis who sat on each side of her, while Marty headed for the bar. The rest lounged around the place.

"Who wants beers?"

Half of the hands were raised. Others took spirits. Marty poured Hopegirl a glass of white wine, and added a little something in the mix, just to make her more receptive to their whims, something to get her in the mood for some play later. He then brought the drinks to everyone. Hopegirl took the glass of wine, smelled it, then took a light sip. It tasted fine.

Benny grabbed the remote control and turned on the giant television. An erotic channel came on, loud sounds. It was a striptease competition of some kind; two girls were on stage, while judges were evaluating their performances.

"Love this show!" said Benny.

Hopegirl hazarded a look but paid it no mind. She listened to the conversations. They were talking about girls, mostly, commenting on the two actresses stripping on television. Time passed, as she finished her drink. Despite being confined between the two men, things were relatively tranquil.

"This is the best part!" called out Benny.

By then, the two strippers were naked, and one of them was eliminated. She pouted, then got off the stage, walking towards one of the judges. She started to undo his pants, revealing his penis, and started going down on him.

"And the loser gets humiliated!" said the host. "As for you, Monique (the name of the winner), you get your pick."

The porn actress considered her choice, but Hopegirl wondered how much of it was scripted.

"Well, Skip, if it's okay with you... I'd like you and judge Riley to do me both."
"That can be arranged!"

Hopegirl felt it appropriate to speak up.

"Gentlemen, if I wanted to watch porn, I could easily have stayed at home."
"You never watched porn with other people?" inquired Oscar.
"No. It's not a hobby of mine," she smart-mouthed him.

Marty got up from his chair, checking Hopegirl's arousal with a lengthy stare. She wasn't as aroused as he wanted her to be, but he could detect a few hints here and there. He spoke up.

"I agree with the lady... why watch porn when we have a lovely young heroine to entertain us?"

The other men cheered him on. Benny turned the television off, and all eyes turned to Hopegirl. She felt herself becoming very small, all of a sudden. Oscar and Curtis caressed her exposd shoulders.

"I really shouldn't..." she started saying.

She felt her body betray her; their touch sent small jolts down her spine, and her head felt woozy. She wanted to get up but the two men held her down. Marty walked up to her, crouching at her feet, placing his hands on her knees, smiling lewdly.

"Relax, hero-girl. You'll enjoy this..."
"Did you... drug me?" she asked, knowing the answer.
"Just a little something to relax your mind."
"Ecstasy? Something stronger?"
"Our own custom blend of relaxing salts," he joked.

She wondered why she hadn't felt it earlier, but perhaps it was because she had been idle. Oscar and Curtis let her shoulders go; Marty helped her up to her feet. Standing only made the feeling more intense. She felt light-headed, almost giddy. She smiled at Marty.

"There you go... see... I knew you'd enjoy."
"This is really strong stuff," she told him, unable to look away.

Benny turned the television back on, putting the sound very low. There was sex on the television screen. The host of the show, Skip Shegan was pounding away into the stripper's pussy while she sucked on judge Riley's dong. The loser was being ass-fucked by the other judge now. There were unncessary closeups of everyone's genitalia.

"Say... Hopegirl... Do a little dance for us."

It was a highly suggestive state, Hopegirl realized, unable to do anything about it. A rape drug, whatever variant. It would affect her memory recall as well, making it hard for her to remember what had transpired here. Knowing the facts did not help with resisting the influence, but it did confirm a suspicion she had entertained earlier. It was way too late to back out; she hadn't taken the opportunities when they had presented themselves.

Moving away from Marty, Hopegirl started dancing seductively. Tyler ran to the bar and turned on some music, the kind you heard in stripbars. Hopegirl swayed to its beat, climbing onto the couch, in-between Oscar and Curtis. They caressed her naked legs. She jumped back down, her hips following the rhythm, her breasts undulating with her curves. Marty was pleased with her reaction now. She was into it like any of the girls they had brought here.

"Tell you what, Hopegirl. You should probably take off that suit. It's way too hot in here."

His voice was hypnotic, thanks to the drug. She didn't want to strip, but the sights on the television, given her level of confusion, were taking their toll on her hormones. She slipped one strap off, then the other, playing with her breasts over the cloth, then sliding her hands under it so she could touch her boobs directly. The guys cheered her on. She slipped the cloth under her breasts, exposing her voluptuous mounds to them. More cheers goaded her into taking it off, sliding it off her hips.

"Bottom too!" yelled Luke.

At that point, she was only happy to oblige. Wrapping her fingers around the bikini bottom and her thong at the same time, she turned her back to them and exposed her ass first, pulling the bottom to the floor as she bent over. Turning around, she put a hand over her pussy, only removing it a few seconds later to expose its completely hairless state.

"I knew she shaved!" Marco called out.
"You know boys," Hopegirl was able to say, "I wouldn't be doing this if I wasn't drugged somehow..."
"Ain't no worries on us," Tyler said, and they all laughed.
"I'm just saying..."

She wanted to say more, but her body followed the hypnotic rhythm of the music. The sounds of sex from the television, as low as they were, were equally enthralling.

Marty got up, motioned for his gang to do the same.

"All right boys, let's notch this one up."

They all moved in a semi-circle; Curtis and Marty grabbed her arms and pulled her to the back wall; they all set themselves behind her or to her sides.

"Wait..." Hopegirl started to say.

Marty shushed her, caressing her upper chest, just above her breasts.

"Relax,honey... we're gonna make you feel good."
"But..."

Another caress, this time of her inner thigh by Curtis, cut her off. Marty set himself behind her, holding her left hand up, while Curtis grabbed her right arm. Curtis caressed her ass for a second, enjoying the reaction it was getting him as Hopegirl squirmed, unable to say if he wanted him to continue or stop. He slid his finger down her ass, reaching forward under her to place a finger on the exterior of her pussy. It wasn't as soaked as he thought it might have been, given the circumstances.

"Relax into it," he sneered.
"Uh..."

He started sliding his middle and index finger against her love hole, gently stroking to make her receptive to his caress so he could be a little more forceful.

"You should stop..." she moaned, "before you go too far..."

They all understood the words, of course, but they had no intention of stopping there. Marty played with her lips for a time as Hopegirl squirmed, left and right, avoiding his touch then leaning into it, unable to focus her mind. The drug's potency was increasing ever still. Marty felt the moistness on her pussy lips, so he hazarded a finger inside. The moan was loud; she was finally responsive.

"All right, boys! We have a winner!" he exclaimed.

His call was greeted by a round of cheers.

"What do we do with her?" Luke asked.
"So many options," replied Marty. "Suggestions?"
"Tease and stop?" Benny recommended.
"I like it! But who gets to go?"

They determined randomly who would play with her first, and it landed on Luke. He moved in front of her, getting on his knees so his face would be at her crotch level.

"She smells really good, guys..."

Marty moved his fingers away so Luke could place his. With two fingers, he parted her lips, staring at her pink. With his other hand, while Curtis and Marty restrained her, he propped a finger inside her.

"Definitely not a virgin," he said.
"I don't think anyone's surprised," Oscar said, and everyone laughed.

Luke started sliding his finger inside her wet hole, back and forth, up and down, teasing her insides, mindful of his nails against her internal flesh. Hopegirl was already panting from the stimulation, barely fighting back against those holding her arms. Her large breasts were heaving up and down, distracting everyone in the room.

"Man! It's dripping!"
"Drugs'll do that to a chick," commented Tyler. "Remember when we all busted that girl together? By the time we were through, she was a faucet!"

More laughs. Hopegirl didn't understand anything they were saying anymore. She was lost in the pleasure that the unidentified finger was giving her. Oscar had moved around and was watching her face, and began to suspect she was going to reach heaven soon.

"Hey Luke..."
"Yeah, I feel it."

He stopped, pulling his finger out. She moaned with need, her butt shaking from the pleasure she had been deprived of, moments before release. Luke waited a few moments for the tension to die down, then buried his mouth against her sex, planting solid kisses on it. She moaned with renewed strength. Tyler got down to his knees beside her and held her left leg. Luke glided his tongue against the edges of her pussy, tasting her juices.

"Man... so wet..." as he pulled away for an instant.

Hopegirl felt his lips and tongue caress her again, losing herself in the ecstasy of his stimulation, aware that she should try to put a stop to it, but unable to do so, lost in her own mind and the energy of the anticipated release. Once more, it built up in her, and she hoped for it; once again, it was denied, as Luke pulled away too fast.

"No..." she managed to get out.

The boys laughed, and Marty leaned in her ear.

"You want release, right?"
"...y...yes.." she stuttered.
"Okay. You'll get it..."

He handed her left arm to Tyler, and moved almost in front of Hopegirl, a little to the side so Luke would still have access to her pussy. Marty leaned in and kissed her mouth; it took her a long moment before returning the favor, allowing their tongues to slosh together. Marty cupped her left breast and started to massage it; Luke placed two fingers against her sex and slid them in, getting her back up into overdrive as she accepted his entrance for what it was, a chance for release. He took her nearer to it than before, driving her up to the very brink before pulling away.

"Aaahhh!!!" she groaned, making the others laugh still.
"All right. She's good to go," Marty said.

The men holding her pushed her to the ground, while Marty unzipped his leather pants. He wore no underwear underneath, sticking out his penis against her face. He cockslapped her a few times, ending on her lips.

"Feel that, babe... You know what I want..."

She wrapped her own lips around it. Marty placed his hands on her head and controlled the motion, watching it slide in and out of her mouth. He closed his eyes while the others looked on.

"Fuck, that's good..." Marty spat.

He was doing all the work; Hopegirl was just following helplessly, bound and drugged, still somewhat aware of what he was doing to her, unable to fight back.

"You know what," Marty stated, "we should find other heroines to do this kind of thing to."
"It's not like they've never done it before," mused Oscar.

Everyone laughed again, and Marty resumed his steady pace. He wasn't sure he wanted to come yet, to be honest, even though it felt so good. Still, before he got too aroused and wouldn't want to stop anymore, he pulled out of her mouth. She spit saliva and some of his fluids on the floor. Carefully, Marty tucked it back in his pants.

"Wow... she's got a mouth like a vacuum cleaner!"
"Can I lick her asshole?" Benny asked.
"You and assholes... Fine."

The men holding Hopegirl pushed her down on all fours, pinning her upper body on the ground, forcing her ass to rise up as high as it could go. Benny leaned in behind her. The other guys didn't really get that fetish, but it didn't really bother them that Benny was into it. The blonde man caressed her buttcheeks, gently af first, then forcefully. Grabbing them, he spread them apart, to reveal a moist, possibly virgin hole.

"Hey guys... I think I found a new toy."
"Shut up!" Tyler said.
"Yeah... get on with it, you freako!" Curtis called out.

Benny leaned in, placing his tongue against the very tight opening, licking the rim. Most of the other guys looked away. They didn't mind anal on a girl - most of them loved it in fact - but licking it was another matter entirely. Benny's eyes gleamed with pleasure as he performed his lewd act on the restrained heroine, who barely had a reaction to it. Benny lapped it up for a good thirty seconds, then placed a finger in place of his tongue. That, the guys were more into, and they cheered him on.

"Yeah! Stick it in her."

At first, Benny, reached down to her moist cunt,  sliding his index a few times into it to make it wet. Pulling it out, he caressed the opening with the fingers of his other hand, then tried to insert his index inside. It didn't give for the first few seconds, but Hopegirl moaned loudly. After a few tries, Benny was able to slide it in gently, up to the first knuckle. Her ass muscles clenched; Marco and Oscar moved closer and started to massage her buttcheeks, to help her relax. It worked, because Benny was finally able to move his finger all in; Hopegirl moaned all the way, and kept moaning once he was fully inside.

"I was right... she's never had anything up there..."
"Yet," replied Tyler.

Everyone laughed. Benny started working her asshole with his finger, playing with the muscles in there. Hopegirl wiggled back and forth, unable to escape the tension gnawing at her, oddly stimulated by the insertion. Benny played with her for a full minute before pulling his finger out. She let out a sigh of relief as soon as he did and stopped struggling.

"I don't think she's ready for more of that," he said, seeminly sad.
"Well, there's more choices than one," Marty replied with a smile.

Benny pulled away, having had his fun. Curtis and Tyler straightened Hopegirl to her knees. Oscar looked at Marty, who gave him the go-ahead.

"On her back," he said, "unbuckling his pants and taking them off. 

He removed his boxers as well, revealing an enlarged manhood, ready for action. They pushed Hopegirl to the floor, and Oscar went to sit on her belly, placing his shaft between her voluptuous breasts.

"Oh yeah!" he said. "Ride 'em, cowboy!"

With his weight on top of her, Hopegirl had nowhere to go. Curtis was getting tired of holding her, so Luke took his place while Curtis stepped back to watch. Oscar, now only in shoes, socks and camisole, started riding her breasts; his dick disappeared between her mounds as he compressed them.

"Fuck man... are they natural?"
"I think so..." replied Marty.

From the way they moved, they felt real and quite amazing. Oscar wanted nothing more than to ride these puppies up until the inevitable conclusion, but he looked at Marty for authorization.

"Your call, dude... if you come now, you may not be able to enjoy more later."

Oscar didn't want later. He wanted now. Her face, with those pearly blues behind the mask, was so enticing. He wanted to remove it, to see her exposed, but they had all agreed they wouldn't do that. Besides, with the drugs in her system, she wouldn't remember anything that had happened. All she would know is that she had gone with them to their place, and then she would have woken up on their couch, with all evidence removed. His mind was on all sorts of nasty things, not really focused on the current moment. Suddenly, he felt the urge and it came, out in successive spurts, all across her neck and chin, a pearl necklace.

"Ah yeah!..." he yelped, finally satisfied.

Oscar pulled away as soon as he had spent himself; Marty tossed him some tissues so he could clean up after himself, and he did. The experience didn't seem to have done anything to Hopegirl, who was still very much under the influence of the substances in her blood. Oscar remained bottomless as he sat down on the couch, watching the rest of the scene unfold.

Curtis moved forward; Marco came in and replaced Tyler, who was actually getting tired from holding the girl down.

"I want her mouth... Keep her pinned. I'm gonna facefuck her."

Curtis removed his black tee and pulled down his jeans and underwear, getting completely naked. He set himself up above Hopegirl, almost in a pushup position, his hard dick dangling in front of her mouth. With one hand, he opened her lips and slid his shaft into her hole. Using his powerful back and behind muscles, he started pumping into her mouth with speed and purpose; like Oscar before him, he wasn't one to wait around for later. The others saw the heroine gagging on the penis sliding in and out, and it made them laugh harder still. Curtis was barely looking at her; his eyes were closed most of the time, and he focused strictly on himself and his pleasure. He didn't stop for a long time, until Marco called out.

"Come on, she's turning blue."

Reluctantly, Curtis pulled out, and Hopegirl gasped for air as hard as she could. Curtis got up, then leaned down on his back and told the guys to bring her to him. They lifted her, spun her around and descended her mouth onto his cock once more, this time reversing the position. Curtis wrapped his hands around her head and this time, masturbated himself with her warm mouth, watching his member slide in and out.  The sight was too much to bear and, only a minute later, he squirted the entirety of his load into her mouth, keeping her down, forcing her to swallow it all as he groaned and panted hard. Only once he was fully satisfied did he let go of her head; she flopped up and to the side. The other boys pulled her back to her knees as Curtis recomposed himself, getting up to join Oscar on the couch.

Marty checked his two friends, too eager to wait it out. He didn't really mind what they did, as long they were mindful not to leave any bruises on her, or anything too obvious. They could always hide the taste of the semen with mouthwash or more alcohol afterwards.

Marco looked at Marty, hoping to get a turn with her, but Marty wanted in. Being the unofficial leader, Marco stepped aside.

"Fuck I want that pussy," he said, undoing his pants again and taking them off. 

Marco raced back to the bar, grabbing a condom, and bringing it back to Marty.

"Thanks."

Marty took it, placed it on his swollen member.

"Get her on all fours again. I want to ride her from behind."
"You got it," Tyler said.

She was straightened but kept hunched a little, to give Marty a better angle. As Marty leaned in, he whispered in her ear.

"So... we've been selfish a little... you have my permission to come hard, and as many times as you want, and as loud as you can. It'll be good for you. I know you're primed for it."

He positioned himself over her pussy, then gently glided his shaft inside her, her lips parting at the request of his hard cock. Hopegirl moaned with fierce energy, finally stimulated again, after having been teased repeatedly. For Marty, it wasn't so much about him right now; it was about making her his bitch, owning her, making her come under his thrusts. And he was good at it, pumping in and out, wiggling around her insides while the other two restrained her arms. Benny planted himself in front of her and started planting kisses on her lips first, then her breasts, while Marty rammed deeper and deeper into her. Hopegirl was gone within a minute, driven over the edge by the overstimulation, loudly chanting her pleasure in a series of almost melodic moans. Satisfied her pleasure had been fulfilled, Marty leaned in and kissed her neck before pulling out, still hard, still eager for more. He removed the condom and tossed it in the waste basket. This time, he didn't bother putting his pants back on.

"Can I finish her?" Tyler asked.
"Sure thing..."
"What about me?" Marco asked.
"What about you?" Marty replied.
"Well, I... never mind."

Tyler alone grabbed Hopegirl and lifted her off the ground, taking her to the couch where no one was currenly sitting, tossing her down. She was right in front of the television; there was a new show on, some show about dating where the contestants put out on the first date, and cameras were there to film it. It was more of a distraction than anything else at this point. Tyler undressed completely, exposing his black dick, stroking it for a few moments. He sat down on the couch then picked her up, facing away from him and towards the television, then sat her down on his hard shaft, pushing it into her dripping pussy.

"Shit... so tight."
"I know, right," Marty added.

Marco pulled down his jeans, exposing himself, as did Benny and Luke. Marty joined them. They placed themselves in front of Hopegirl and started stroking themselves, aiming at her breasts.

"If you hit my face with those," Tyler said, "I will kill you."

The others laughed, and then everyone got down to business. Tyler wrapped his strong black hands around Hopegirl's rosy waist, sliding her up and down on him, doing the rest of the motion with his hips as best he could. Hopegirl's breasts flopped up and down, giving the four men masturbating in front of her a moving target. Tyler buried his head in her back and kept pounding with as much vigor as he could muster. He didn't feel guilty if she didn't have fun, because Marty had already taken care of that. If she did, thought, it would be a good bonus.

Luke couldn't hold it in past the first minute; he shot out across her wobbling chest, mindful to aim low to avoid any of it accidentally hitting his friend behind her. It slid in-between her breasts, down to her belly button, and even to the edge of her pussy, where Tyler's black cock constantly appeared and disappeared inside her pink skin. Luke stepped away to give the others more room.

Marty was holding it in, biding his time, but he could see that both Benny and Marco were well on their way to their own climaxes. About another minute in, almost in sync, they released onto her breasts; Tyler slowed his pace to give them a better target as they pumped all of their seed out of themselves and onto her. He resumed the breakneck pace inside her pussy and felt her release, a silent moan coming from deep inside and rocking her entire frame. It was too bad she was an anal virgin, he thought. It would leave marks and pain if they stretched her too much. Still, this was amazing.

Once Marco and Benny retreated, Marty moved in, climbing up on the couch, sliding his cock into Hopegirl's mouth once more. Fucked in both holes, Hopegirl succumbed to the sheer drugged ecstasy of the moment. Marty was done too, as was Tyler; in a loud and simultaneous orgasm, the two men filled Hopegirl with all their worth, exploding inside her as she exploded inside herself once more, completely spent from all they had put her through.

It took all of them a long moment to recover from what they had done. It took them an even longer time to try to cover up their deed, wipe away their mess, clean up Hopegirl and hopefully leave very little trace of their violation of her. It wasn't their first time at it, and they were pretty confident that they wouldn't get caught. Oh! She would be suspicious, like the others, but without solid proof, she wouldn't have a leg to stand on. Besides, she wore a mask : it wasn't like she could walk into court and accuse them without having to reveal her secret identity.

The gang of seven were pretty confident that their misdeed would never see the light of day.

***

"And on the charge of rape, how does the defendant plead?"
"Your honor," the lawyer said, "these charges are preposterous..."
"You can argue the case later. How does your defendeant plead?"

All eyes turned to Marty, staring across from the judge, still unable to comprehed what had happened.

"Not guilty," he said, without conviction.
"Noted. Bail is set at a million dollars."
"Your honor!" cried out the defense attorney

The prosecutor intervened.

"Your honor, the client is a flight risk, his family has means and opportunity. A million dollars is nothing to them."
"Bail remains as is. I have six more of those to handle now, gentlemen."

The defense attorney turned to the prosecution and stammered.

"Your case is baseless. You don't even have a witness!"
"We do, and we will have more, once they learn. We know Marty and his gang have been doing things like that for weeks, and once the press hears about this, more victims will come forward."
"I'll have your case thrown out before the end of the week."
"Perhaps, but then I'll refile with new accusations. Which is why I went ahead with this in the first place."
"You bastard!" cried out the defense attorney. "You're drawing publicity from this."
"We're just going to get your client... and the others too. Justice will be served, and those women they violated will get it."

The defense attorney stormed off, dragging his beleaguered client with him.

In the back of the room, Shelley Beauregard was quietly reading a mystery novel - or pretending to read one to be more precise. In a professional business suit, her blonde hair up, small reading glasses, she was unrecognizable as Hopegirl. She sighed. Taking down criminals was a dirty business. She had expected, from the moment they had ambused her, that she would get raped. She had to choose between her own safety and that of the people in her community. She also knew that they would probably drug her so she couldn't remember. She had read about their typical M.O. Knowing that, she had only two options. Run away or face the challenge. She had never backed down before.

She recalled when they had agreed to take her to her bike, to let her 'park' it. Unkown to them, she had actually activated one of the highest tech devices in her mask : a camera, which had recorded (from her point-of-view) the entire scene, including the dialogues. After waking up at their place, convinced that something had been done to her but unable to recall, she had left and checked the video, and watched the entire scene. She had then anonymously sent it to her father's friend in the district attorney's office, and an investigation had revealed trace evidence of sexual activity in the place. It had not taken much more for an arrest to be made.

The defense attorney was right. Without an actual witness, the lead case stood very little chance of being won. However, the visibility of the trial (which had been insured when she had tipped the reporters about it) would allow some of their previous (unmasked) victims to step forward. In fact, one already had, claiming that all seven had raped her. They were going away.

Perhaps Hopegirl's only true regret was that, because of the drugs, she didn't remember all the pleasure these naughty boys had given her. Under other circumstances, she might even have been flattered to be on the receiving end of their activities. But they had crossed the line, and they needed to be punished. And as a heroine, Hopegirl had done everything in her power to see them get what they deserved - and perhaps a little more.

THE END