Supergirl vs Helga Hammerfist (5) A week later the headquarters of the Justice League still looked like a MASH hospital, but without the jokes. Broken arms in plaster of paris, broken legs in splints, wired up jaws, and broken necks held in place by neck braces were the order of the day. Green Lantern was unhurt, but still looked very shaken. Only Supergirl was untouched. Once more Batman took the chair. "Things have changed since our impetuous friend here (he gestured to a penitent Captain Marvel Junior) led you off on last week's frolic. Not only has the Enhanced Army proved that their fortress is impregnable to any muscle we can muster, but we are now utterly defenceless in the event that they decide to take us out. Furthermore, seeing that Lex still has his opal, he could easily double the number of his troops for such a venture." "Is that so?" called out a voice from somewhere in the ceiling void. Those of the Justice League who were able to move looked up puzzled. Only Batman and Supergirl recognised the voice. Batman sat immobile (the thought that he would have made the greatest poker player the world had ever known flashed through Supergirl's mind), and Supergirl rose to her feet with a startled smile of delight on her face, as Catwoman swung down to the floor from a rope which seemed to be suspended from somewhere in the darkness of the roof void. Her splendid body moved among the broken Justice Leaguers with a lissom grace which would have put a cougar to shame. "Is this private party, or can anyone join?" she said. "No, don't even think about trying to arrest me. You must know that I had half a dozen escape routes planned before my entry. Besides which, I'm not trying to commit any crime now, and I've got a present for you. Pax?" Batman nodded. "Pax!" he said. "What do you want to say." "First," she said, addressing herself to the broken superpersons, "Batty here was quite right to try to restrain you from shooting mob-handed into a nest of soldiers each of whom was almost half as strong as Supergirl. I'm only surprised that Lex released you in that way. He probably wants to make a point of being seen to be on the right side of the law. Secondly, if you want to steal something, like for example an opal lazer lens (Batman's eyebrows rose half a millimetre), you don't send a superhero, who, even if he were successful, would take the lens in such a blaze of publicity that any Judge would order you to restore it to Lex, its rightful owner. To steal a jewel stone you send a JEWEL THIEF, a MASTER jewel thief, a REALLY EXPERT master jewel thief, the VERY BEST really expert master thief, in fact you send ME." "Why? What could YOU do?" groaned out Captain Marvel through swollen lips. "Well... lets see..." Catwoman sat in the pose of one who pretends to think..."I don't think much of most of you, but I could perhaps present Batbloke here with THIS". She removed a small object from her belt pouch, and flipped it expertly into Batman's hands. "Great Scott" said Batman (the only expletive his disciplined mind ever permitted itself). "Its the opal lazer lens. But how on Earth...??" "Tut tut. Didn't your mummy teach you not to ask stupid..." she stopped immediately as she saw the sudden intense pain which flashed across Batman's face at the mention of his murdered mother. She moved close to him, placed her hands on his shoulders and her face close to his, and whispered to him, so softly that only he could hear "Oh Bruce" (his head shot up) "I'm so very, very sorry. Please, please forgive my stupid crassness. I hope you realise that the last thing on my mind was to hurt you in any way." He nodded. She moved even clolser and their bodies touched. She squeezed him gently. "And don't worry" she whispered into his ear, answering questions he had not asked,"Your secret is completely safe with me. And I'll never use it against you in any way. And by the way, you made no mistakes. I would never have known from you, or from anything you ever said or did. Its young Richard Grayson who still has a lot to learn." Then she moved back and adressed the League in her usual slightly contemptous tone. "In fact I took advantage of the hulabaloo caused by your attack, to slip through Lex's security system, and to remove the jewel from his machinery. Batman's investigations... Yes Batface I was aware of them all the time... were correct. This is the only opal of its kind in the world. From now on Lex will have to content himself with the number of Enhanced Soldiers he has at present, and there will be no more Hammerfists - for which I for one am profoundly grateful - unless Batfully Yours over here intends to restore the opal to Lex on the grounds that its stolen property." Batman smiled grimly and shook his head. "Then that concludes my business with the Justice League" Catwoman said, "except for one thing. She turned to Supergirl. "I said that I would call you.Well I do now. Come!" and her rope retracted, shooting her like lightning to the ceiling. Supergirl followed her to the roof of the Justice League headquarters. Catwoman fired off her shoe jets and rose into the air. Supergirl rose with her. Catwoman placed a lead blindfold over Supergirl's eyes, took her hand in hers, and guided her firmly through the skies. After circling around enough thoroughly to disorient even Supergirl, Catwoman landed them before her underground, lead-lined hideout, a place even better concealed than the Batcave. Supergirl stumbled against the taller woman's body as Catwoman led her into the Catlair. Then Catwoman pressed a switch, and removed Supergirl's blindfold as a very soft humming noise arose, and as Supergirl suddenly felt a little weak. "Here we are Supergirl. Do not be alarmed if you feel slightly weak. We are underground, out of reach of the rays of our yellow sun; and the lights in this room are intended to duplicate the rays of Krypton's red sun. Your superpowers are now quite gone. But do not, as I said, be alarmed. I have no intention either of harming you, or of keeping you here against your will. I use the red sun rays purely as a precaution, to ensure that you do not crush me in any bursts of enthusiasm which might overcome you. Now sit down at this desk," she motioned towards a small desk, with a chair on either side, which stood at the side of the luxuriously appointed room. Supergirl obeyed. She was so thrilled to be with Catwoman again, and, be it admitted, so turned on by the idea of being weakened and utterly in the power of this breathtaking woman, that it would never have entered her mind to disobey Catwoman's commands in any respect. Catwoman smiled to herself as she saw Supergirl squirming with desire in her chair. She sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the desk. She took Supergirl's hands in hers, and put her legs outside Supergirl's legs, so that the inside of her legs pressed Supergirl's legs gently but firmly together. "Now Linda" she said softly. "Tell me everything about you and Ms Hammerfist." Suddenly Supergirl broke down. She started to cry, unashamedly. It was as if the floodgates had crumbled at Catwoman's command. No words came from her, only copious tears. She laid her head on Catwoman's hands and wept. Catwoman, still clasping Supergirl's hands, laid her own hands on the table. Supergirl laid her head on the table and wept, unrestrainedly. She sobbed and cried and flowed with more tears than she had ever felt could possibly be in her. Catwoman removed one of her hands and reached for a glass of water. Supergirl slugged it back thirstily and continued to cry. After about an hour she was so dehydrated that she could only lie slumped on the table. Slowly she quietened down. "Good girl" said Catwoman in her soft, beautiful deep voice. "Now tell me about you and Ms Hammerfist." "She beat me." said Supergirl softly. "She crushed me. She knocked the crap out of me. And there was nothing I could do about it. I was nothing. All my blows bounced off her as if they were nothing. And her punches tore me apart. And they hurt like I had never felt before... like I couldn't believe possible. Much much worse than Kryptonite. Kryptonite poisoning would a merciful death compared to being beaten to death by Helga Hammerfist. And those muscles. So big... no, so huge...no, so gigantic. All of them. And harder than anything I had ever come across... harder than I could imagine. I couldn't even dent them. And I was frightened. I was terrified. I was scared witless. That's all." "No. I don't think so" said Catwoman softly. "Tell me all of it. Only that way lies freedom." "You're right" said Supergirl quietly. "But I've never even admitted it to myself until now. Until I could talk to you Selina. Oh Selina, I want to tell you everything. Everything." She leaned forward towards Catwoman and clung to her hands as if to a life raft. She pushed against the table. "I realise now what I have been afraid to see, never mind to say. I WANTED her to beat me. I WANTED those mighty muscles to dominate me, to overwhelm me, to enslave me. I wanted to kiss them, to hold them, to worship them. I wanted Helga to dominate me, and to crush me so that I was so helpless before her that I had no possibility of any resistance at all. and then I wanted her to fuck me... to fuck my brains out... to shove her huge clitoris into my sex and make me come as wildly as I feel I can only come with someone who has me in their complete and total control, both physically and mentally. I wanted to feel those mighty breasts, to be smothered in them, to worship them too. I wanted her to fuck me to death. That thought dominated me. I can see it now. Until I'd seen her I'd never wanted anything like that in my life. And now I wanted her unbelievable muscles to beat the crap out of me until I was nearly dead, and then to make me her abject muscle-and-sex slave, and then fuck me to death." "And how do you feel now" whispered Catwoman. "Its all so complicated" whispered Supergirl, looking steadily at the floor."I wanted it, and I didn't want it. I wanted her to splatter me across six states, and I wanted to beat her. I wanted her to flatten Kal like a pancake, and I wanted him to resist her. I felt a hundred different, contradictory emotions, all pulling me in opposite directions. But then something happened. Something that raised the possibility of internal peace." "And that is...?" Catwoman's voice was hardly audible. "I fell in love." "Yes...?" breathed Catwoman. "I fell in love... w..w..with... with... with... with you! I love you. I think about you almost all my waking hours. Only in my thoughts of you do I find peace. I dream about you. I desire you beyond description. Oh Catwoman... Oh Selina... I love you... I want you... You...You..." Supergirl's voice grew louder and louder. She kissed Catwoman's hands with passion and devotion. She squirmed harder and harder in her chair. And then she came. She screamed and shouted as Catwoman tightened her grip on Supergirl's hand and legs, and leaned forward so that her breasts touched Supergirl's hands, as Supergirl was taken up to climax, and then slowly down first to relaxation and then to sleep. Catwoman rose. She looked down at the sleeping Supergirl. "So far so good" she said. "This is the only path to freedom from la Hammerfist's psychological domination. But there is a way to go yet. I have opened the door. I hope I have time to step through." She cleaned Supergirl under a gentle warm shower, and lay her sleeping body in the Catcar. The next morning Supergirl awakened in her own bed, in the apartment which she rented as Linda Lee Danvers, clean and sweet-smelling in her own pajamas, and smiling a slightly dazed and secret smile. She stretched herself. She felt that Helga Hammerfist's psychological dominance over her had faded. She felt that she would no longer stand paralysed in Helga's presence. She felt that she might flee, but that this would be for rational reasons, not irrational ones. She felt that she might now face the problem of Helga Hammerfist and the Enhanced Army.