Supergirl vs Helga Hammerfist (7)
by Jay Nemo, nemojay@hotmail.com


Three weeks later the main hall in Lex's facility buzzed with the 
conversation of every crime lord in the country. Lex had summoned them for 
what he had said was an important new development in their activities. At 
the appointed time the lights dimmed, a huge curtain was drawn open, and a 
light shone on a slightly raised platform at the end of the hall. Six yellow 
posts, from which the three Marvels, Superman, Wonder Woman and the Flash 
hung unconscious, were illuminated. Then another light shone onto the throne 
in the middle of the platform. Helga reclined regally on the throne, looking 
if possible even more spectacular than she had three weeks ago when she had 
accepted Supergirl's surrender. Supergirl sat on the floor at Helga's side. 
Round her neck was a dog collar attached to a leash, the other end of which 
was in Helga's hand. Her head rested on Helga's right thigh, and her arms 
stretched part way around it (its muscles were too big for them to go all 
the way round it). Helga's right hand played carelessly with the back of 
Supergirl's neck, keeping Supergirl squirming in a permanent state of 
low-level sexual arousal.

Supergirl had recovered consciousness a week ago. She had woken in a state 
of enslavement to Helga. It was as if she had become an addict. She could 
not bear to exist without the constant sexual stimulus of Helga's presence, 
which now overshadowed all her thoughts. Helga had re-inforced this by 
letting Supergirl sit astride her mighty biceps, which Helga then flexed 
upwards into Supergirl's sexual orifice until Supergirl came; and by letting 
Supergirl sit astride her huge bulging thighs, rubbing herself up and down 
on them to orgasm and beyond, while Helga flexed her mighty thigh muscles 
against Supergirl's labia. Supergirl, the collar round her neck and the 
leash in Helga's hand, crawled abjectly at Helga's heels as her slave. Now 
Supergirl was fidgeting with excitement as Helga kept her in thrall to her 
muscles. Supergirl's face was smiling, but without any apparent object. Her 
eyes were shining as if she had just seen a beatific vision, but they were 
wholly unfocussed. Every so often Supergirl would kiss Helga's thigh,and 
fondle her bulging calf muscles, as Lex addressed his audience.

"Gentlemen" he said. "You see before you, unconscious, the defeated bodies 
of almost all of the really effective members of the Justice League which 
has given us so much trouble in the past. Only Green Lantern has escaped us, 
but we have a videotape which will show you how easily Ms Hammerfist 
defeated him when they met, and in any event he appears to have fled the 
planet. Within a few minutes you will see Ms Hammerfist kill the entire 
Justice League by executing them with her bare hands. You also see before 
you the conscious but wholly enslaved body of the Girl of Steel. When the 
Justice Leaguers have been executed she will remain the only superheroine 
capable of thwarting any of your plans. And thwart them she can and will at 
Ms Hammerfist's command, constantly and much more effectively than in the 
past, as she is now prepared to kill, and to kill without question, when Ms 
Hammerfist orders her to do so. I think a demonstration is in order. 
Helga..."

"SuperPet!" said Helga. "Yes Goddess" said Supergirl, snapping to attention. 
"You will fly out of the facility. You will find the chauffeur of that 
gentleman there, Mr Gambollini, and you will kill him. Do not incinerate him 
with your heat vision, but bring his dead body to me." Supergirl's eyes 
turned to Helga in devotion so complete that several members of the audience 
drew in their breaths. "Yes Goddess" she said, and flew from the room. Three 
seconds later she was back, bearing the broken body of a man in chauffeur's 
uniform. She laid the body at Helga's feet. "I hope that I have obeyed your 
order properly Goddess" she said reverently. "Very good SuperSlave. You may 
return to your position." And Supergirl sat once again at Helga's side, arms 
around her thigh, her mouth half open, her eyes shining up at Helga in 
fervent devotion. "Now Gentlemen" continued Lex. "This is what I offer. I 
will keep Supergirl off the streets. She will never molest you again. 
Furthermore I will hire her out to you for selected ventures of which I 
approve. In return you will pay me the sum of fifty million dollars every 
month. I think you will agree that your combined profits from operations 
with which the Justice League does not interfere, and which Supergirl's 
assistance will facilitate, will easily cover that amount." They all nodded, 
except for the man addressed as Mr Gambollini, whose chauffeur had been 
killed. "We can make good money without your help" he said. "Why should we 
sign on for this." Lex nodded to Helga. Helga turned Supergirl's face to Mr 
Gambollini. "Heat vision I think SuperMunchkin" she said. A split second 
later Mr Gambollini's ashes lay on the carpet. Everyone else nodded even 
more vigorously. They signed the document Lex placed before them. "Right" 
said Lex. "We now turn to the last entertainment of the evening... the 
execution of the Justice League." At his nod the Justice Leaguers were cut 
down and revived. But they were all to weak to rise. They remained crumbled 
on the floor. Helga rose. Supergirl looked at her mighty form hungrily as she 
strode over the where her victims crouched, ready for execution. She moved 
towards the Flash. "Weakest first" she said. She clasped her two fists 
together, and raised them above her head.

Suddenly the whole building shook, as if a tremendous force was being 
applied to it. The wall started to crumble. Within seconds a huge hole had 
opened up, and the audience were looking at the sky. Outside three figures 
could be seen hovering. Supergirl would have known them if she had been 
fully herself. One was Allan Scott, the Green Lantern of Earth One. His 
power ring was destroying the wall of the facility, the yellow colour of 
which would have resisted Hal Jordan's power ring. The other was Hal 
himself. His power ring was dealing with those parts of the shattering 
building which were made of wood, upon which Allan's power ring had no 
effect. The third was a strange figure in blue and yellow. It was Doctor 
Fate, also from Earth One, whose yellow magic beam was even now surrounding 
Helga Hammerfist and lifting her into the sky. Hal and Allan removed the 
Justice Leaguers from the facility, and then turned to help Fate with Helga. 
They were just in time, as Helga's blows against the sides of Fate's bubble 
had just about knocked him out by the time the two Green Lanterns could 
re-inforce his bubble with the power of their two power rings. Within 
seconds her blows were about to blast them, too, from the sky, but Dr Fate, 
having taken advantage of the respite, concentrated all of his powers - and 
suddenly Helga disappeared. The two GL's flew down, took Lex, all of the 
crime lords, and the remains of the Enhanced Army into captivity. Then, 
together with Fate they flew the Justice Leaguers back to headquarters, 
where arrangements were immediately made to fly them to Transformation 
Island, near Paradise Island, for healing treatment,which was expected to be 
complete within six months.

It was 3:00am in the plush vault of Gotham's largest jewellery emporium. A 
bat-like figure moved in the darkness.

"Bruce. I knew that you would come," said a low voice... and Catwoman 
stepped out of the shadows.

"You made certain of that" Batman replied. "You left me such an unusual 
number of Catclues about your intention to burgle this place that I knew that 
you had something special in mind. Then, when I saw that nothing in the 
building was valuable enough to tempt Catwoman, I realised that you didn't 
want to burgle it at all, but that you wanted to talk."

"Quite right Batface" chuckled Catwoman throatily. "That's the reason I've 
always liked and respected you. You have very good brains, which you use 
well.You're the only person who can keep up with me mentally - those super 
types aren't really in it with you, for all their super brains or whatever. 
What's more you're the only one with skill enough to keep up with me in a 
fight, at least for a while. The supers have never bothered to learn 
anything about fighting, so they shouldn't have been surprised when I took 
Superman down like he was nothing. Furthermore you're the only person whose 
traps require me really to think hard about escape routes."

"I take it you're coming to a point" said Batman.

"Sure" said Catwoman. "The point is that I've come really to appreciate you. 
In fact I think I've come to love you."

"What of it" said Batman the usual sternness of face becoming even stonier 
than usual.

"Well I have a proposition to put to you".

"I make no deals with criminals" rasped Batman.

"Just listen" said Catwoman. "If you agree to try... just genuinely to try 
to see if a relationship between Bruce Wayne and a certain Selina Kyle, 
could get off the ground and develop, I'll give you a solemn promise to 
commit no crimes for at least twelve months. If the relationship develops 
I'll give you a solemn promise to commit no crimes for as long as the 
relationship lasts, and for a further twelve months after that. And after 
that... well... Selina and I have more money than we will ever really need, 
and who knows... a life of virtue might suit us."

"Change twelve months to two years"

"Make that eighteen months"

"Done!! Oh Selina," Batman whispered as they moved towards each other and 
clasped each other in open arms, "If you only knew how much I wanted this 
from the first moment I encountered Catwoman." Their lips met, and opened. 
There was silence for about five minutes. "Of course I knew" said Catwoman 
as they came up for air. "And I think that it was very sporting of me never 
to take advantage of you." Their lips met again. "Now I can't let skills 
like mine rust away" said Selina when they breathed once more. "You must let 
me try to break into Wayne Manor from time to time. The security system 
there is like Fort Knox, so it will be excellent practice. Just remember two 
things. First, the only thing I will be after is you, and second, tell 
Alfred not to panic, or to call the police, if he sees me walking around the 
corridors or the bedrooms - particularly the bedrooms." "You've got it" said 
Batman with a boyish laugh which the delighted Selina was sure he had not 
laughed since the death of his parents. "In return you won't mind if I hone 
my skills by trying to keep you out, so that you have to use the front door 
like everyone else, or by trying to capture you as you effect your entry." 
"I expect no less" chuckled Catwoman, her lips against his. "And you don't 
have to tell me... I know that Richard Grayson is off to college tomorrow... 
so we'll have to see how we can keep you company tomorrow night. And by the 
way, may Selina be seen on Bruce Wayne's arm from time to time. She has such 
beautiful evening gowns that it would be a pity to waste them." "Perfect 
woman, or perhaps I should say PURRRFECT woman" almost scolded Batman. "You 
keep asking for things I want to give you already. Have you anything more on 
your list?" "Only this" said Catwoman as she twined her legs around his, 
wrapped her arms more fully around his neck, and buried her mouth in his as 
her escape rope retracted and bore them together through a concealed hole in 
the ceiling.

Six months later Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle lay in bed together on a 
beautiful Sunday morning. They both looked warm and spent. Bruce's hand 
caressed Selina's buttock and Selina's hand lay on his member. Bruce's face 
had softened and relaxed perceptibly over the last six months, and Selina's 
eyes shone with a happiness that had never been seen there before. "A bit of 
business Sel" said Bruce. "How are things going with Kara?" "As well as can 
be expected", Selina's beautiful low voice purred caressingly into his ear. 
"Wonder Woman's magic lasso has removed almost all of her memories of her 
subjugation to Helga, and what she did while she was under that thrall. 
Sexually she has gone back to the time I started to seduce her. I am 
continuing with the seduction. Have no fear, I have no intention of taking 
her over body and soul. I will do no more than open her heart and her body 
to the possibilities of the joy of a healthy sexual relationship, with 
someone of whatever sex; whereupon I will gradually transform her feelings 
towards me from adolescent infatuation to deep mature affection with 
occasional sexual overtones, both of which I will reciprocate. I know you 
won't mind (he nodded). She will do well that one. But now I have a question 
to ask YOU." "Ask" smiled Bruce as he softly fondled her beautiful breast. 
"What did Fate actually do with the Hammerfist juggernaut?" "He took her to 
Earth 1A" "Earth 1A? The Earth which is ruled over by a gang of super 
criminals? Why..? Wait, I've got it... Helga defeated all of the super 
crooks, and is now ruling over the whole of Earth 1A as its saviour and 
protector." "Got it in one Sel. According to Fate she's having the time of 
her life, being worshipped and adored by the whole law abiding population of 
that Earth. She has as many willing slaves as she could ever want, and she 
has designed positions and techniques which enable some of them, also of 
whatever sex, to satisfy her sexually." "So all's well that ends well 
eh!?..." purred Selina. She turned to Bruce and moved on top of him. Her 
beautiful hair cascaded over his face, intoxicating him with its perfume. 
Her flawless breasts settled against him. Her hands moved against his body 
holding him in a grip which rendered him helpless beneath her... she felt 
his manhood rise high and hard... she adjusted her body to his so that his 
erect member penetrated deep into her... her lips moved down towards his. 
"And talking about sexual satisfaction..." she said.

				The End