Tam-Ra, Part 4 - Superman to the rescue? By Jobber Joe Superman fights to free the enslaved Wonder Woman Kal Jor-El, Superman to most, is having a bad time of it in his personal life of late, having lost, at least temporarily, both great loves of his life within the past year. First blow, and loss, of course, was long-time flame, Lois Lane, who has never been quite the same since her unfortunate kidnapping and subsequent brainwashing by master criminal, Lex Luthor. It darned near killed Kal trying to win back her affections after her release from Luthor's clutches; and inevitably, perhaps, he lost interest in both the effort and in Lois, not coincidentally at just about the same time he fell, and fell hard, for Diana of Paradise Island, the second great love of his life. Now, of course, Diana, once more commonly known as Wonder Woman, has been savagely beaten and enslaved by that sadistic young Tiburran Amazon, Tam-Ra. The former Wonder Woman, now known as Wonder Slut by her Tiburran captors, is, by all accounts, outwardly content and earnest in her slavish 24/7 devotion to the imperious young Teen Tyro, Tam-Ra. But Superman knows, or thinks he does, that Diana cannot possibly be of sound mind; is perhaps doped up perpetually, artificially maintained in a strange state of vulnerability and weakness by her evil young amazon captor. There is no other logical explanation for her bizarre transformation in his mind. He also knows he must do everything in his power to free her. But freeing Diana won't be as easy for Kal as it might appear. Reportedly, Wonder Woman, or rather Wonder Slut, is kept well guarded most times within a thick, lead-lined cell, thus neutralizing Superman's x-ray vision and superhuman powers should he come nosing around un-announced. Kal's sources also report that his enslaved love has been seeing wearing a green glowing necklace while out of her lead-lined cell. From afar, Kal's x-ray vision has, as suspected, ascertained traces of Kryptonite in the necklace; how powerful, or debilitating to his health, it would be has not yet been determined. Regardless, Kal has been around criminal elements enough to know this isn't just a case of darting in, snatching his beloved, and getting out of there. Nothing is ever that easy in the long running struggles between the Man of Steel and master criminals he's confronted; and to his mind Tam-Ra is, indeed, just such a master criminal. So Kal tries the diplomatic route to win Diana's freedom, negotiating a trip to Tiburra to challenge the new Amazon champion to a duel, with the freedom of his enslaved lover at stake. Kal is quite sure Diana will regain her rightful senses once he defeats the evil redhead and releases the raven-haired beauty from the strange spell Tam-Ra has cast over her. Tam-Ra, for her part, thinks it's the perfect set-up for the next step in her master plan to subjugate yet another Justice League "idiot", as she refers to them, and move one step closer to world domination. Their divergent views of the whole affair, not to mention poor Diana's fate, will be put to the ultimate test in the battle arena on Tiburra. Kal is shocked, if not also doubly determined, upon landing on Tiburra and first spying his enslaved love. Diana is brought from her cell, naked save for a black leather triangular patch at her crotch and that green speckled necklace, looking gaunt and startlingly meek and submissive. She doesn't even look Kal's way, her usually brilliant blue eyes dull and hollow-looking and staring straight ahead while the comely blonde, Valora, Tam-Ra's top aide and confidante, easily pushes her down to all fours and snaps a studded slave collar around her neck. Kal aches for his fallen love, wants desperately to go to her side to comfort her; but he also knows there are traces of Kryptonite in the necklace. He doesn't feel any effect from this distance, thinks the small traces found there are perhaps not enough to significantly diminish his superpowers; but he's also had enough bad run-ins with the stuff to make him cautious, despite that great urge to rush to his beloved's side. Sensing his conflicted thoughts, Tam-Ra, emerging from her palatial quarters for the first time since Kal arrived, smirks loudly to the dumbstruck Man of Steel, "Look, but don't touch, if you know what's good for you." Kal looks to the sound of Tam-Ra's voice, can't resist staring long and hard at the stunning sight before him; of a tawny goddess-like creature, stripped to a gold loin cloth, striding confidently his way. For a moment he has to wonder if her snide comment to "look, but don't touch", refers, indeed, to the imperious young amazon's incredible body, not Diana's paler, gaunter frame. For suddenly Kal is filled with a strange desire to do just that; to touch, maybe even grope, that exquisite form, that is. But of course he's too much of a gentlemen to do such, though the animal urges are certainly there. He shakes his head vigorously to wipe out such impure thoughts, greatly bothered by the fact that he's let his superpowers of concentration waver even this much; and, truthfully, having momentarily forgotten his cowering girlfriend across the way. Despite the radiant, almost magnetic, sensual allure of the ravishing young amazon, he forces himself to return his attention to the sad sight of poor Diana on hands and knees, padding along with head down while being led on a leash by Valora toward her young Mistress. Kal watches greatly disturbed, but at a safe distance, given the shiny green necklace adorning Diana's neck, as his cowed girlfriend, so far removed from the radiant, voluptuous beauty he's known so intimately, quivers uncontrollably while she crouches before her new Mistress now. With a simple curt command from the imperious Teen Tyro, "eyes up, tongue out, slut; now do my right thigh", the enslaved raven haired beauty begins to eagerly, shamelessly, lap a devoted tongue over every exquisite inch of that large, supple muscle presented before her. Kal remains shocked by Diana's pale, trembling person, that he does; but also disturbingly aroused as he gazes unavoidably at that near perfect amazon form lording over his kneeling girlfriend, a sensation not helped by the stark contrast between the two amazons, young and old. For, as Kal, loathing himself for doing so, but unable to stop the comparison, notes, the ravishing young redhead is not only bigger and more muscular than the enslaved creature kneeling before her; but everything about Tam-Ra's fantastic body is superior to the older amazon Kal, and many others, once thought exemplified womanly perfection. The breasts are fuller and firmer, nipples thick and distended, and, yes, bigger; the midsection is flat and rippling with muscularity that Diana, her own tummy betraying just a bit of softness in her advancing years, can only dream of now; and, of course, those magnificent legs, longer, bigger, muscles much more defined than Diana's, yet still shapelier even than Diana's curvy pair. Even her face, youthful, un-lined, exquisite high cheekbones, and all, is prettier than Diana's, he ruefully admits to himself. A gaping Kal can go on and on with such lusty musings; but he realizes he's getting hornier than he cares to admit. So he forces himself to concentrate yet again, cries out angrily to Tam-Ra, "Miss, you can't do that to her; she is Diana, Queen of Paradise Island. She doesn't deserve such treatment." Tam-Ra merely scoffs at his gentlemanly protest, snorts, "yeah right, big boy; can't you see your little slutty friend here adores me? She digs this, or haven't you noticed? And she certainly ain't queen of anything at the moment, hah hah!" Below the ravishing redhead, Wonder Woman, or Wonder Slut, depending on who you talk to, pulls away from lapping her devoted tongue over Tam-Ra's full, smoothly muscled thigh for just an instant when she hears Kal's voice; but she stays on her knees staring at the Man of Steel with blank, dulled eyes that recognize no familiarity with or present concern for the man she once loved. Instead, to Superman's dismay, even as he continues to reach out to her, calling her tenderly by name, promising her he will win her freedom, the enslaved former Amazon gives him one last dispassionate stare before abruptly returning yet again to lovingly licking the strong, gorgeous legs of her adored Mistress. Poor Kal is heartbroken by Diana's dispassionate stare, and enraged at the imperious Teen Tyro, yet also disturbingly aroused by the whole scene. Despite the danger signals, the hardening bulge in his crotch, the lapses in his normally iron clad superpowers of concentration that have let him ogle Tam-Ra's heavenly body like a love-struck schoolboy, he angrily challenges Tam-Ra, "Miss, I will not stand for this another moment; please have Diana put at a safe distance, but where I can see her at all times to make sure she is okay. And then we must fight, RIGHT NOW, for her honor and freedom". Tam-Ra, visibly annoyed, snaps, "You're on my turf, Big Boy; so don't get pushy. But I'll fight you right now, sure I will. Wrestling okay by you? I think that's what we agreed on?" Kal numbly nods his head and the public square is quickly cleared for their fight; with Kal thinking, "I'll overpower her quickly, end this charade;" while Tam-Ra, her keen vision picking up the telltale bulge from 20 paces away even, smirks silently, "yes, I've got the horny bastard right where I want him; bring it on, Slut Boy!" With Tam-Ra's top lieutenant, the comely blonde, Valora, leading poor Diana/Wonder Slut off to one side, another of Tam-Ra's top aides, beautiful brunette, Evena, ironically another of Diana's one-time "flavors of the month", who has eagerly switched allegiance to the new Amazon champion, steps forward to act as match referee. The combatants step forward to within a few feet of each other, Kal staring at the ground in a lame attempt to avoid fixating his wandering gaze on that amazing amazon body; and thus somewhat control still raging hormones. Tam-Ra teasingly pumps up impressively developed arms and legs and chides him, "look here, Big Boy, look what you gotta deal with! Think you can handle it?". Kal ignores her, for the most part, shedding his red cape and handing it to Evena as agreed upon beforehand, then lamely protesting, "Please, my opponent is inappropriately dressed; she must, at a minimum, cover her breasts!". Evena does the smirking now, laughingly responding, "sorry, Superman, nothing about covering breasts in the contract". And indeed there isn't, as Kal well knows. But what was put in the contract was a stipulation that no Kryptonite, not even the faintest trace, be present, during the duel. Over to one side, Valora satisfies this stipulation by removing the green glowing necklace from around Wonder Slut's neck and placing it in a thick, lead-lined container. The special Kryptonite sensor that Superman has packed along is handed to Valora, who places it next to the sealed container, with nary a danger beep emitted. Kal considers the instrument foolproof, and effective for picking up even the scarcest traces of the green stuff within a radius of at least 200 yards. He nods his head approvingly, even as Tam-Ra warns, "don't get any lame-brain ideas, lunkhead; Valora can break the seal in a split second, and will, if she sees the slightest movement by you in the direction of your slutty girlfriend over there. I expect you'll abide by the rules of engagement." Kal nods his head. He is, above all, a man of his word; even though he thinks it, at worst, a 50-50 proposition that his supersonic speed could overcome Valora's split second reaction time; and that he might just be able to snatch poor Diana up and get out of there before the seal can be broken. But deep down he realizes it's a risk he's not going to take, even now. He's given his word; and, besides, he's still totally confident of a quick conquest; and thus an honorable freedom won for his beloved. He doesn't think of the other possibility; namely that Valora could break the seal even as he's celebrating his quick triumph over her boss, then move close to him with the deadly Kryptonite and incapacitate him. He expects Tam-Ra and her ilk to abide strictly by the contract as well. He's also agreed to keep the power of his x-ray vision and heat under wraps. Tam-Ra is somewhat worried about this, as she knows it is one power she does not also possess; but she is confident that the big oaf will honor the contract; and, if the truth be known, Kal has every intent of doing so. He doesn't really think he'll need it, nor the shed cape. He's got plenty of other superpowered weapons, brute strength, for instance, to get him by; or so he thinks. Evena continues the pre-fight histrionics, melodramatically reminding the blue clad crusader for justice and the scantily clad Amazon champion that this will be a battle to verbal submission. If one fighter passes out or is otherwise incapacitated, they must be revived and coherent enough to offer a verbal submission to their conqueror; or the fight will go until such submission can be offered. It's as simple as that. By mutual agreement, there will be no punches thrown, or kicks aimed, at the crotch regions. Everything else is seemingly fair game. Kal and Tam-Ra both nod their assent to the rules as stipulated. Evena asks them to come forward and shake hands before retreating to their corners for the start of the fight. Tam-Ra steps aggressively forward, clutching Superman's right hand with hers, moving close, too close for Kal's comfort, coolly lifting one big supple thigh and lightly brushing it across the front of Kal's red shorts as she whispers in his ear, "you're going down, Slut Boy!". Kal shudders, shudders again as Tam-Ra gives him a quick peck on the cheek before pulling away, the sensation of that big, supple thigh muscle laying against his manhood, however briefly, not to mention the quick kiss, causing a tell-tale rumble deep down in his loins. Kal blinks, tries hard to regain his iron-clad concentration, then lamely protests, "no fair, she can't do that". Evena merely smirks, "she already has, sorry, step back my Goddess, I mean Tam-Ra, and don't do that again, okay?" Tam-Ra merely laughs, but steps back as directed. Kal realizes further protests will get nowhere, retreats to his corner of the village square, waiting for the opening bell, already using his legendary superpowers of concentration to quell the rumblings down below, sort of. When he gets back to his corner, he glances over at Tam-Ra across from him. She smiles sweetly, her stunning body absolutely shimmering before Kal's dumbly staring eyes. At the bell, the long awaited match begins, with both fighters approaching somewhat cautiously in a sign of mutual respect. Soon enough they get down to serious grappling. Despite Superman's unworldly powers, not to mention the fact that he outweighs the strapping Teen Amazon by a good 40 pounds, he realizes he is in a real struggle after easily wrestling the flame haired young beauty down early on, only to be driven twenty feet across the square to splat hard on his back when Tam-Ra drives both feet into his gut as he moves to cover her. Though he is little fazed physically by this early rebuff; as the titanic duel continues, with Tam-Ra tirelessly grappling with the blue clad superhero, giving as good as she takes, the Man of Steel is getting worried, very worried. No one, much less a young mortal woman like Tam-Ra, has ever stood up to him, tested him so severely, like this. He presses the attack with a renewed sense of urgency, but Tam-Ra uses skill and speed to keep her male opponent at bay. She seemingly will not allow herself to be caught and trapped by his supposed superhuman strength. Superman is frustrated and angry and, worse yet, losing focus. His super powers of concentration once again begin to waver. Increasingly, he seems unable to cope with the deadly twin combo of Tam-Ra's incredibly alluring, near naked Amazon's bod and her amazing youthful endurance and surging power. Indeed, the seemingly tireless Superhero is struggling, the frenzy of his early attack waning. Tam-Ra senses he is slowing down. His moves are becoming sloppy. She repeatedly escapes his lumbering advances before he can truly apply his accustomed superhuman force and power. Strangely winded from the exertion, and alarmed by the now unmistakable, and seemingly unstoppable, growing hardness down in his crotch, Superman backs up hoping to catch his breath and collect himself, almost panicky as well as very human like symptoms, welling arousal and weariness, continue to wash over him. Tam-Ra notices the growing bulge and the raspy breathing in her faltering foe as she moves forward, smiling wickedly, now stalking a befuddled Man of Steel, waiting for the moment to unleash the full arsenal of her savage feminine power. Finally the moment arrives as he backs into a corner, she strikes like a swift feline predator. Tam-Ra flips him over using the force of his own weight against him. Superman, flying head over heels and slamming back first to the ground, lies stunned and gaping, disbelieving that this is happening to him; and still the telltale bulge is growing. Tam-Ra drops over him, applying a devastating scissors hold. Her powerful thighs lock around his waist, and literally take his breath away. Ironically, the coiled legs of this youthful Amazon Goddess feel like iron strong bands around the trembling mid-section of the tiring superhero they call the "Man of Steel". She shakes him and bounces him around like a discarded toy. To his utter dismay, he thrashes desperately but cannot break the hold. He looks drained, sporting a full blown boner now, red trunks all tented up, his resistance waning even as Tam-Ra tirelessly applies the full power in her magnificent coiled thighs. For the longest time, endless minutes it seems, the fateful struggle continues, Tam-Ra seeming to gain strength even as Superman's usually tireless super-body continues to mysteriously betray him. Amazingly, the so-called Man of Steel is nearing total exhaustion. Tam-Ra is now like a tigress toying with her prey. Almost letting him escape her scissors hold around his waist, she recaptures him in another brutal hold. Superman is captive in a vice-like full- nelson before he can get off his knees. He groans, then sighs in relief as she suddenly releases the hold , Tam-Ra watching disdainfully, hands on hips, as the shamed superhero tries to crawl away in weary confusion. The flame-haired Amazon champion recaptures the melting Man of Steel with her incredibly strong and shapely man-killer gams in an excruciating neck scissors. Tam-Ra's magnificent thighs seem to devour her embattled foe as his reddened face slowly disappears between those full, tautly muscled wonders. She takes joy in seeing the palpable fear now flashing in his glazed over eyes. Tam-Ra suddenly releases her crushing scissors hold, leaving her prey collapsed, flat on his back, gasping for air, his tented up trunks pointing skyward. Superman is utterly humiliated and almost totally exhausted. He groans as he tries to sit up, is finally propped up shakily on both arms, staring dumbly out at the sea of amazon faces gleefully watching their Queen take him apart. His still keen hearing detects nary a beep from the Kryptonite sensor lying just 20 yards or so away from his exhausted body. Indeed, the "foolproof" sensor hasn't beeped at all throughout this, his most desperate, failing battle. He can't figure it out; how anybody can reduce him to this without using the deadly green stuff. All hopes of an expected quick victory have long since disappeared. Thoughts of a miracle comeback are fading as well. His dazed mind desperately clicks now to base survival instincts; with survival defined in both physical and career terms. He thinks the body will recover soon enough, but wonders if he can survive a beating like this and still continue on with any confidence or conviction as an acclaimed Defender of Justice after this. He is so confused, and tired, and helplessly horny all at once. Tam-Ra, as she predicted, is "taking him down! Hard!" Over on one side, his former girlfriend, Diana, once the Queen, now Tam-Ra's enfeebled Wonder Slut, is oblivious to it all as she kneels on all fours, shapely star spangled butt wiggling in the air while she stoops to suck one big toe of Tam-Ra's tall, willowy, drop dead gorgeous top lieutenant, the stunning blonde, Valora. Valora, idly fingering her own wet crotch as she watches her flame haired leader dominate the once invincible Superman, swats the simpering Wonder Slut across her butt with a hard swish of her leather crop, snaps irritatingly down at the cowed woman she once served, "Suck harder, slut!" Wonder Slut grunts, increases the urgency in her slavish toe sucking, as commanded. If the truth be known, she worships this leggy, lovely blonde amazon almost as fervently as she does her adored Mistress, Tam-Ra. Superman is still sitting numbly when Tam-Ra literally mounts him, pushing the spent superhero down beneath her. Superman's weak struggles are increasingly futile against the feminine majesty of his flame haired tormentor. His once indomitable iron will is all but broken; and his pleading, terrified, pitiful expression only adds to her excitement. He is helpless to resist as she slowly forces his shoulders down to the ground, savoring every moment. She is totally turned on by his weak feeble attempts to escape. Superman is truly helpless now. He frantically tries to fight back. But Tam-Ra is in total control. He tries with all his power to push her off, but her grapevine is more than he can handle. He hears her derisive laughing voice taunting him, demanding he fight harder. He can only "get harder", if that is even possible, his already full blown boner swelling dangerously. He whimpers on the edge of self control, seemingly just seconds away from creaming all over his tented up red shorts. His dazed mind fruitlessly tells him he needs to get away from this she-devil, even as his enflamed, pinned body unavoidably responds to her radiant heat pressing down on him. Tam-Ra is absolutely relentless and devastating, forcing the helpless superhero's shoulders down, until they are firmly, undeniably and completely pinned to the ground. Her power has totally crushed him as surely as her magnificent feminine charms have absolutely slain him emotionally. He can hardly breathe or think. He is not only pinned, but also completely humiliated. His once oaken legs kick feebly as Tam-Ra holds the devastating pin for endless moments, savoring the sound of his weak cries. Though she cannot see it yet, others in the crowd laugh loudly as a telltale stain now spreads across the front of his tented up red shorts. With Wonder Slut now switched over to suckling her other big toe, the radiant young amazon, Valora, loudly, snidely, remarks to anyone close by, "sheesh, these male creatures are all alike, total wimps all of them, even this so called Superman; look at that, the creep's getting off on getting whupped!" Tam-Ra suddenly releases her dominating pin hold and stands up, dragging the spent, humiliated Superman with her. He blinks stupidly at her, the once invincible Man of Steel now facing incomprehensible defeat for the first time at the hands of a supposedly weaker opponent, a mere mortal human, and a woman at that; but what a woman she is! This stunningly sexy and incredibly erotic woman is also merely the most devastating fighting weapon, mortal or immortal, poor Superman has ever faced. As she drags him out to the center of the arena, Superman makes one last desperate attempt to fight back, mindlessly thinking that he can somehow recoup his once indomitable super strength. They lock wrists overhead in a final showdown. He strains with everything he has left, but Tam-Ra holds firm, indeed seems to be merely toying with him, casually holding him at bay, letting her doomed male prey completely exhaust himself in the futile struggle. "How can this be?" he gasps thinly, his arms beginning to shake and tremble, "I'm Superman, can't be beaten". "Superman my ass", she smirks, laughing in his face, "more like Super Wimp it seems, and yes you can and are being beaten, by an innocent young girl no less, hee hee!" Over to one side, Valora rolls her clear blue eyes at the self-descriptive words, "innocent young girl", coming out of her Queen's mouth. The striking blonde amazon laughs to herself, "yeah right, innocent my ass, that bitch was born with an attitude, and she ain't never been innocent, much less a girl. She's always been all-woman and then some." She should know. The torrid late night romps between Tam-Ra, the radiant 19 year old Queen, and Valora, her beautiful 21 year old top aide, is the talk of the village; all of it, the talk that is, carried on in thinly veiled secret conversations, of course. Of course, Valora and Tam-Ra have been carrying on a secret tryst for nearly half a year now, an affair started when Valora was still ostensibly serving her then Queen, Diana, now the enfeebled Wonder Slut groveling at the ravishing blonde's feet. Superman groans weakly, arms violently trembling as they try to merely hold on against the impenetrable might of the ravishing Amazon Queen. And Tam-Ra now starts to really pour it on, sensing the end is near. His knees begin to tremble wildly and buckle under her majestic force. And with a weary groan of utter despair, he begins to sink down; down past those fiery green eyes which show no sign of mercy or pity, down past her sensuous smile which reveals her total delight at his helplessness. She whispers now in a soft, erotic voice, "nice try, but you never really had a chance, Wimpy Boy". She then laughs out loud as the collapsing Man of Steel sinks further. His descent to defeat continues, past those marvelous mounds of flesh that are now fully erect and heaving with the excitement of the moment. His spittle caked lips brush across the tip of one huge, taut and swollen dark nipple during his tortuously slow descent, and Tam-Ra laughs huskily, then coos sexily, "not now, Slut Boy; nursing time will come later, if you're a good little slave boy!" Superman's stiff, swollen manhood, the bulbous, well lubricated head frantically pushing at the wringing wet clinging fabric of his pre-cum stained red shorts, thumps urgently against her rippling lower thigh as his mouth brushes across her rock hard abs.. Finally he is on his knees, head bowed shamefully before his Amazon conqueror. Only now does Tam-Ra finally release his wrists, letting the defeated superhero fall exhausted to the ground at her feet. He is completely out of fight, his submission a mere formality at this point. Tam-Ra can do anything she wants with the vanquished Superman, and will. He begs her , "no, no, please no", but to little avail as she slides her legs down to encircle his waist again. He bucks desperately, if weakly. Tam-Ra, toying with the enfeebled superhero, uses bursts of steely strength from her magnificent thighs randomly, laughing haughtily at his weak cries of torment each time her taut, rippling thighs bite into his blue and red clad bod. She prods him, "come on, fight me, Wimpy BOY! Give me some real resistance! Sheesh, what a total wimp you are!" Agonizing with each sinewy, sensuous squeeze of her killer thighs, Superman can hear her cat-like purring as she alternately tightens and loosens the vice like grip around his waist. She shakes him like a rag-doll as poor Superman's desperate writhing becomes ever more feeble. Very soon, he is no longer even struggling. His face is pale and sickly looking, his breaths coming in shallow, tortured gasps.. Sensing her enfeebled plaything is on the verge of passing out or possibly worse, she finally releases her deadly body scissors.. He lies motionless, flat on his back, deathly pale and barely conscious, sucking in air. Her mighty Amazon thighs have squeezed all but a few desperate choking breaths of air out of him, indeed have seemingly almost killed him. Only his still stiffly erect manhood shows any lingering signs of normal life. She laughs wickedly at the sight, pre-cum smeared all over his soiled red, tented up trunks. Echoing Valora's snide remarks earlier, she haughtily exclaims, "lookee here, Slut Boy is getting off on getting whupped. Just like his slutty girlfriend does, hah!" And she is not done with him.. not just yet. Only the total humiliation of this once proud superhero and defender of justice will do for this ravishing young goddess of a woman. She reaches down now, displaying the incredible strength and endurance in her incomparable amazon's body, most particularly those magnificently muscled legs, as she scoops poor Superman's rag doll person up, tosses him over her broad shoulders, racks the vanquished blue clad Superhero and parades around the cleared square, one fist pumping the air while the other hand coyly reaches up, and, with yet another display of power and total dominance, shreds the front of his red shorts, tearing the frayed fabric away now, freeing his monstrous super dong, which points skyward, bouncing, pre-cum seeping out of its bulbous head, as she jostles him across her powerful Amazon shoulders, while the shamed, melted Man of Steel weakly groans. Now it is time for the final surrender of yet another conquered Justice League member. She drops the helpless Superman to the ground like a sack of garbage. With her right hand she grabs hold of his matted dark hair and yanks him up to his knees. He whimpers pitiably, utterly defeated and demoralized, meekly begging, "please Tam-Ra, please no more, you've beaten me. Gads, please stop, Miss!" His feeble pleas are not enough for the raging Teen Tyro, who brushes aside her dark- haired aide, Evena, when the lovely match referee tries to raise her hand in victory upon Superman's meek verbal submission. "Who is your CONQUEROR, your MISTRESS? Say it Slut Boy! Who, Who, WHO OWNS YOU NOW?" Poor exhausted, beaten Superman only whimpers in response. Tam-Ra, in a rage, grabs him by his hair and slaps his face, hard! Again there is no response from the beaten superhero. Again she slaps him, again, again, again... Finally, in a feeble little boy's voice, he pleads, "pleeeez stop, I am helpless;" then, "you are my Conqueror, please have mercy on me. I am yours to do with as you please, my Mistress. You own me now, I'll do anything you ask, but please don't hurt me!" That being said, the vanquished and totally emasculated superhero can hold out no longer, his beaten body squirming, then jerking sharply, hot spurts of cum shooting up onto his chest and neck, accompanied by his weak moans, signaling his complete, unadulterated submission to the feminine majesty of his red- haired tormentress. Smirking, Tam-Ra growls, "shut up already, ya wimpy slut!" Then she cocks her powerful right hand into a tight fist, hissing, "say nite nite, Superman, hah", just before her clenched fist slams into the jaw of the kneeling, cowed former Man of Steel. With blood and spittle flying everywhere, poor Superman, or rather the broken shell of the caped marvel once known as Superman, has his face busted open and head almost taken off as it jerks back violently. His glazed over blue eyes roll back in their sockets and he falls senseless to the ground at the feet of his new Mistress. Tellingly, even as Tam-Ra has cruelly, and needlessly, culcocked the already conquered Superman, knocking the vanquished former superhero unconscious on his back with one mighty punch, his former lover, Wonder Woman, or rather Wonder Slut now, Valora having dropped her leash, rushes on to the arena floor, not to comfort the battered senseless Man in Blue, but rather to fling herself lovingly around her adored Mistress. Tam-Ra, full of herself and her uncommon mastery of both legendary crimefighters, lets her adoring Wonder Slut slavishly suckle her huge swollen nipples as the two entwined beauties stand right over Superman's KO'd, spasmodically twitching body. And in a final ironic touch, Wonder Slut, overcome as always by the sheer sensual magnificence of the ravishing young redhead, soon enough climaxes and melts into her young mistresses arms while her love juices drip onto her former lover's blankly staring face. So there Kal lies, broken, battered and twitching, kayoed by the mighty stevedore arms of the imperious Teen Tyro of Tiburra. His own cum is smeared all over his massive chest and ridged stomach, his former girlfriend's "love juices" soiling his upturned, blankly staring face, his red shorts lying ripped asunder by Tam-Ra's mighty hands. His monstrous Super Dong is keeled over in limp exhaustion like the rest of him. It is over; for all intents and purposes, this appears to be the sad, humiliating end of the shattered legend once called Superman. Well, it's almost over. Pushing the fawning, sexually satiated Wonder Slut away with one hand, then kicking her over to her back in the dirt of the arena floor, Tam-Ra reaches down to the still comatose, twitching, blue clad creature at her feet. Using her long fingernails as deadly sharp claws, she rips and shreds the last symbol of the former Superhero, the blazing red "S" on his chest, tearing a big swatch of the supposedly impenetrable Kryptonian fabric away, much of it containing the mangled "S" and raking her claws across his now partially bared chest for good measure, leaving two thin trails of blood on that heaving chest. Then, with one final, amazing surge of power, she wraps the blue and red fabric clutched in her right hand around his huge, limp male member, before lifting his beaten body clear off the ground, holding him solely by his penis. She holds him aloft for several moments, biceps and forearms bulging, thighs and calves taut and unwavering, for all, including the video camera now being operated by Valora, to see. Here, captured for posterity, and perhaps later sale to some smutty tabloid, by Valora's video cam, is the destroyed former Superhero, now conquered and transformed into Tam-Ra's meek, submissive, and newly christened, SLUT BOY! His head, arms and legs dangle limply; blood trickles down from the large gash on his face opened by Tam- Ra's final, brutal fist. He resembles more a lifeless slab of meat from a local slaughterhouse than a once superpowered specimen of the male race. And young 19 year old Tam-Ra, glorying in her conquest like a wild, untamed lioness lustily hoarding over her "kill", has never looked so spectacularly beautiful, so sexy, so deadly, so utterly dominant and magnificent, as she does at this moment. The near lifeless slab of beef that used to be Superman, so-called protector of the free world, is soon enough unceremoniously dropped back to the dusty ground; whereupon Tam-Ra prances off, disdainfully calling to a few nearby servants, "get these worthless pieces of garbage out of my arena! Wondie can go back to her normal duties. But put the Slut Boy in a cage overnight; give him water only, in a bowl. Let him lap it up like the common cur he is. Then, at dawn bring him to me so we can begin his formal training forthwith!" All assembled, even her top lieutenants, bow their heads in worshipful reverence as their ravishing Queen leaves the arena and walks by them. Life is so very grand for the stunning young beauty, what with the savaged wrecks of now two former Justice League members lying in limp disarray back in the dirt, and only a third, truly significant Justice League cohort, the beautiful, bountiful Maiden of Might, Kara-Zor-El, Supergirl, standing between Tam-Ra and World Domination, in the young redhead's mind. Tam-Ra doesn't concern herself with any lesser Justice League types. She is supremely confident that, with the former Wonder Woman and Superman already conquered, and Supergirl soon to follow, nobody, at least nobody in their right mind, will challenge her superiority or dominance after that The magnificent young red-haired Amazon smirks quietly to herself as she enters her private quarters and settles in to luxuriate in the warm bath already drawn for her, "Yes, Supergirl, poor brave, lovely, stupid thing that you are; you will soon be mine too. You are a formidable foe, younger and stronger than Wondie, and you have to be way tougher than that jerk off wimp of a cousin of yours. Yes, my fight will be more difficult, but all the more sweeter when victory does arrive, and it WILL! Yes, Supergirl, you witless bimbo, you will soon be my Super Slut, for it is my DESTINY!" (to be continued)