Tam-Ra, Part 8 - "Mistress of the World"
By Jobber Joe
In a Pay-per-View TV Interview, Tam-Ra displays her "Victory Spoils"

(Note - This is the concluding chapter of an eight part series 
involving the young redheaded Amazon, Tam-Ra, and her conquests 
of the famed trio, Wonder Woman, Superman, and Supergirl - If 
readers have comments or suggestions re: follow-up stories/sequels,  
etc. please contact me at jobberboy2002@yahoo.com  - All 
characters depicted in this and previous parts of this story series are 
purely fictional, and the stories, due to sexual and graphic contents at 
times, should be read only by those of legal, adult age)

It has been a month now since that fateful day in New York City, 
when the young amazon, Tam-Ra laid waste to a brave, but 
outgunned, Supergirl in the Madison Square Garden boxing ring.  
Tam-Ra  and her entourage, including the three conquered, enslaved 
former Justice league members, stealthily slipped out of Madison 
Square Garden, presumably by private coach, before the SWAT 
teams could arrive to subdue and detain her for unspecified crimes 
against humanity. 

There had been a brief sighting  of what was apparently Tam-Ra and 
entourage three days after Supergirl's tragic demise.  An industrious 
West Coast news reporter, who'd staked out a deserted airforce base 
in the Nevada desert on a hunch, reported seeing a very tall, young, 
strapping redheaded woman accompanied by maybe a dozen other 
tall, well-built young woman, scurrying from a darkened motor 
coach and boarding a chartered jet waiting on the tarmac.  As per his 
report, there were also two rather large animal crates removed from a 
step van parked near the motor coach and loaded into the cargo belly 
of the jet at the same time that the presumed Tam-Ra and amazon 
cohorts boarded the jet.   The larger of the two crates appeared to 
contain two kneeling, dark haired humans, one male, one female, 
both scantily clad.  The other crate contained a solitary figure, also 
human, a young woman with long blonde hair, her very pale, 
unmoving body curled into an almost fetal position, according to the 
erstwhile reporter.   The inert form was scantily clad in what looked 
like a blood stained, torn and tattered blue fabric of some sort.  As 
the smaller crate was being hoisted up into the plane's baggage 
compartment in the dark, moonless night, the reporter, hiding in 
bushes some 150 feet away, thought he saw a small piece of paper 
flutter down to the tarmac.  Later, after the jet had departed and the 
motor coach and van had also driven off, the reporter searched for, 
and found, a tattered piece of fabric, parts of what looked like a large 
red "S" on yellow background clearly visible beneath a large smear 
of dried blood on the small, jagged patch.  

Tam-Ra and company, including her three famous slaves, and indeed 
this sighting in the Nevada desert by all appearances seemed to be 
them, have not been seen in public since.  But Horace Bern, of all 
people, the controversial, sex crazed "shock jock" of TV and radio, is 
the first to re-establish public contact with the Imperious Teen Tyro 
of Tiburra, making her a financial offer she can't refuse for an 
exclusive interview.  

And so it has come to this, that most American of TV events, the Pay 
Per View, a live satellite feed from the mysterious South Seas island 
fortress of Tiburra, featuring Tam-Ra and her trio of famed slaves on 
one end, and with the controversial shock jock, Horace Bern, 
moderating the whole affair from back in the States via a live camera 
feed back to Tiburra.   The sign-up has shattered all previous PPV 
records for viewer numbers and revenue garnered.  Superheroes and 
heroines, even defeated and enslaved, or perhaps especially so, are a 
big draw; and, frankly, so is the impossibly beautiful, powerful, and 
exceedingly deadly, Tam-Ra, the flame haired Amazon Queen and 
self-proclaimed Mistress of the World. 

 So here, jumping out of TV screens around the world, is Tam-Ra 
herself, wearing long red gloves that stretch almost to her elbows, 
scantily clad elsewhere in just a skimpy little red latex loin covering.  
She is, of course, as is her wont,  bare-breasted, and radiantly 
beautiful, make that absolutely stunning, as always.  She is also 
obviously just minutes removed from a refreshing bath or shower, 
her flowing red hair still wet and shimmering.  And here is Wonder 
Slut,  the former Wonder Woman, clad only in a shiny red slave 
collar, etched with the name, "Wonder Slut", and a  skimpy  red, 
white and blue loin cloth.  Her large, bared breasts have what looks 
to be nipple rings attached to her thick, distended dark nubs, with  
small chains hanging from each ring to another belly ring at her 
pierced belly button.  That world famous tummy, first bared to public 
view by ruthless Nazis years ago, is noticeably softer than in its 
younger, hard and rippling prime, indeed even a bit flabbier than 
when last exposed in the Madison Square Garden ring just a month 
ago.  The enslaved former superheroine stands behind her Mistress, 
apparently lovingly drying Tam-Ra's damp hair and toweling off her 
broad, powerful shoulders, her soft belly jiggling with her earnest 
exertions. 

 At Tam-Ra's feet crouches the hulking form of Slut Boy, formerly 
Superman, completely naked, his big monster dong  ramrod stiff, and 
"lassoed" by what looks like a red leather tether looped around the 
bulbous head of his huge cock, with the other end snapped to his 
glimmering red slave collar; it, like Wonder Sluts, etched with his 
new captive name, Slut Boy.   On his massive chest, shaven smooth 
since his capture, is a big red "S B" tattoo, right where the famed 
yellow and red "S" used to be, an indelible monument, as it were, to 
his new status and slave moniker.   The former Man of Steel's 
stomach, much like his former lover and current slave mate, appears 
to be a bit flabby now as well, the rock hard abs of his superhero 
days but a fast fading memory.   Like Wonder Slut, he seems 
oblivious to the humiliating sexual trappings adorning his enslaved, 
softened body,  seemingly contentedly engrossed in sucking one of 
Tam-Ra's big toes at the present moment. 

Behind this  trio is a white gurney like vehicle or rolling table, on 
which lies the pale, almost nude figure of the tragically broken 
Supergirl, or Super Slut as Tam-Ra refers to her now. Blood specked 
scraps of her blue fight costume, absent most of the torn and tattered 
Red "S", still adorn her unmoving body, and with the extreme 
paleness of her appearance, an almost pasty looking complexion, and 
no discernible movement from the supine fallen superheroine, it 
really appears that she may, indeed, have expired, her ravaged body 
sadly unable to recover from the brutal beating inflicted on it just a 
month ago.   Indeed, at least from this camera distance and angle, the 
once brilliant blue eyes appear glazed over and dull, and though the 
eyelids are open, the dilated pupils of Super Slut's glassy eyes are 
fixed in a vacant stare up at the sky.  And on the visible, stretched 
out, pasty-white thigh of the reclining blonde  is stenciled the words 
in thick black marker pencil or ink, "Here Rests Super Slut" then, 
below that, but still on her pale thigh "An Inept Fighter, but Quite a 
Bitch!"  And, oh yes, nipple rings, a la Wonder Sluts, are attached as 
well to Super Slut's pinkish brown nubs, which are hard and swollen 
looking; with the chains attached at the other end to a ring looping 
through that cute little belly button.  The small chain is stretched 
rather tautly across a startlingly drawn-in, pale abdomen, bending the 
tips of her nipples downward.  Unlike her fellow captives, Wonder 
Slut and Slut Boy, "flab" has not overtaken this pale, broken creature.  
Also unlike her two fellow slaves, basic life functions have yet to 
manifest themselves to any great degree, if any, on that voluptuous, 
inert form.  

The normal questions are starting to be asked by Bern, still back in 
his stateside studio with only a skeleton film and sound crew actually 
allowed on the Island to provide the video feed.  Tam-Ra can see the 
sex crazed "shock jock" though, through the closed circuit camera 
image being beamed back to Tiburra.  First question, make that a 
comment, out of Horace's raunchy mouth, is "hey Tam-Ra, nice tits 
you got there; too bad we can't get up close and personal with this 
thing.  I'd sure like to latch on to those babies!"    Tam-Ra 
disdainfully snorts, "In your dreams, you prick! Now keep the 
questions on topic, or we're done, RIGHT NOW!"  Horace, non-
plussed, comes back with, "I thought this WAS all about you, my 
dear; and gawwwwd, I just gotta say you do have an unbelievable 
body. So I meant it as a compliment; offering to play with your titties 
that is."  "Enough about my titties,  ya dumb schmuck," the ravishing 
redhead responds, "now ask anything you want about these lowly 
sluts you see here.  I know that's what the people want to hear; and 
what I'm getting paid BIG bucks for.  You and me, sweetie, we got 
NO FUTURE. So go jerk off afterwards, as per your norm, and leave 
it at that, okay?  You can dream about me; heck, millions of men, 
and women, are obsessed with me; so you can be that way too.  Just 
no touching." 

 "Okay, young lady, I get the picture," Horace responds.  Then, "you 
know you're hot stuff, but only certain types, your slaves there, for 
instance, can touch that fabulous bod?"  "Geez, you're a regular 
Einstein," Tam-Ra snorts; then adds, "and Valora too, she can touch 
this hot bod anytime she wants, well almost anytime."  "Yeah right," 
Horace retorts, "your little blonde bimbo girlfriend is good enough 
for you, but not me; I get it, honey."  "Like I said, a regular Einstein 
you are; now get on with it, NOW; and she ain't no bimbo; she's all 
woman and then some; more than you can handle," Tam-Ra retorts, 
referring to her lovely, statuesque blonde lieutenant, who, at the 
moment, remains in the background, yielding the spotlight  to her 
flame haired lover and Queen.  Horace doesn't press the "Valora" 
issue.  Then, needing no further prompting, and certainly not wanting 
to further antagonize the mightiest woman on the face of the earth, he 
starts a new line of questioning:

 "Is Supergirl alive," he asks, followed immediately by the most 
compelling question, "how did you do it, Tam-Ra?. how did you 
manage to conquer and enslave two,  and apparently kill one,  of 
these superhuman types?" 

 "NO," explains Tam-Ra, "Super Slut is not dead, merely in a 
comatose state still while she recovers from the unfortunate beating I 
was compelled to inflict on her lovely bod. As everyone knows by 
now I did not use Kryptonite to weaken either Kryptonian creature 
before, during or after their defeats  by me.  I don't even keep any of 
the stuff around any more; don't need it.  You see, they, these so-
called Kryptonians, were simply inferior fighters.  Well, Slut Boy 
was totally inept, all big, excited dong and nothing else; that's why 
we sometimes call him Super Dong, heh, heh; gawd what a tool! But 
unfortunately, like most scummy men I know, ALL his brains are in 
his penis; so he was/is basically helpless, at least in my presence.  
And I took care of it, the big dong that is, and him with ridiculous 
ease.  His sexy little cousin was another story; best effort, by far, 
from any of the three.  Yes, she was tough, that wasn't a slip, by the 
way, back in the fourth round of our fight, when I took a little tumble 
to the canvas, hee hee; but she also wasn't a match in the end for me, 
for my iron fists and hot body.  Yeah, she put up a brave, if foolish, 
struggle, and that's why she's in the condition she is now, poor thing.  
And then there's that wonder babe; inferior fighter as well, very old, 
and very, very washed up.  She had her so-called power belt on when 
I annihilated her, yes she did, not that it did her any good.  I, you 
might say, quickly neutralized it with pure muscle and bodily aura.  It 
was ridiculously easy with that star spangled bimbo, just like her jerk 
off former boyfriend."  "No, these sluts all maintain most of their 
faculties," she maintains. In fact the big lug that she affectionately 
calls Super Dong in addition to the now familiar Slut Boy, "can be 
fully charged up and superpowered virtually on demand", she 
maintains, all evidence, namely his extremely docile, submissive 
appearance, to the contrary.   

"Prove it", demands Horace, to which Tam-Ra has an armor plated 
HumVee driven into the field behind her.  Slut Boy is hauled up to 
his feet the hard way, groaning softly as his young Mistress, reaching 
down with one gloved hand, grabs the cock lasso and tugs upward.  
With the big, flabby bellied lug on his feet, she releases his lassoed 
cock , snaps her thumb and forefinger in front of his glazed over 
eyes,  and barks at him "go do that super-powered thing, BOY!" 

Slut Boy, with one gigantic leap, is at the vehicles side, big dong 
already  hanging  limply between his legs, the sexual excitement 
instantly depleted.  He grins goofily, the tattooed red "S B" on his 
mammoth, smooth chest rippling with the flexing of his pecs, as he 
grabs the front bumper of the heavy vehicle with one arm, hoists it 
overhead, straining mightily, his big belly undulating, arms and legs 
shaking, but holding up nonetheless. If not quite as effortless as it 
might have been just months ago, the strain noticeably evident on his 
grimacing face, the trembling biceps and quads, and, of course, his 
bouncing belly flab, it's still a pretty impressive display of strength 
for an aging, somewhat out-of-shape, former superhero.  When he 
lets it drop, the heavy vehicle makes a small crater in the soft ground 
around him; and Slut Boy stands there, panting, legs wobbling just a 
tad, before plodding back to the side of his adored Mistress.

She swiftly re-attaches the cock lasso and chain, snaps her fingers 
and the captive cock instantly rises and swells to full, excited 
attention as he drops to his knees and silently resumes his earnest 
oral foot worship, sucking lovingly on Tam-Ra's other big toe while 
Tam-Ra beams.

Questions now turn to Wonder Slut. "Is that the real deal behind 
you?", Horace asks, "or just a carefully reconstructed clone?" Tam-
Ra snickers, pulls a radiant golden lasso from under her seat; then 
responds while pulling Wonder Slut into her lap and playing with the 
chain attached to the nipple rings,  "this bitch is the real deal, and so 
is this," holding up the golden lasso.  "Prove it", again demands 
Bern.  Tam-Ra looks a little peeved, snaps back "nobody makes 
demands of me, you ugly cocksucker, but I'll prove it nevertheless.  
This is the golden lasso of truth as you all must know by now. Ask 
old Wondie here what her real name is and what her top secret 
security code is." Horace asks same. Wonder Slut responds in an all 
too familiar voice that FBI voice experts listening in believe is the 
real deal, that is Wonder Woman's voice.  They are sure of it. 
Wondie's brief response is "I cannot tell you my real name or 
security code under the International rules of engagement and 
capture, my former position and sworn oath to my former employer 
forbids it."  It's standard government issue blanket refusal all the 
way, almost verbatim from the guide book for American secret 
operatives who have been captured by hostile forces.  In FBI and 
CIA headquarters, heads nod approvingly.  Wonder Woman, or this 
clone, whichever she is, has stayed true to her oath of secrecy.  

But now Tam-Ra slips the golden lasso around Wondie's voluptuous 
bared chest, tightens it down around the chain dangling from her 
nipple rings as Wonder Slut groans softly.  "Ask again", Tam-Ra 
tells Horace. So he does.  And now Wonder Slut responds "My name 
is Wonder Slut. My USA Government security code is, or rather was, 
since I voluntarily relinquished my top secret government position 
exactly 97 days and 6 hours ago, A99Z3651B." Loud gasps arise 
from government agents assembled around the tube in FBI and CIA 
headquarters. The security code exactly matches that of Diana 
Prince, who has been officially MIA for 97 days now.  Wonder Slut, 
under the truth revealing influence of her own golden lasso, 
continues on, "for further clarification, sir, I was once known in your 
country as Diana Prince, special agent.  But I was born on the island 
of Paradise and christened simply Diana.  For many years I lay 
fraudulent claim to the title of Princess of Paradise Island.  Most of 
you also knew me as Wonder Woman, so-called protector of the free 
world, another fraudulent claim.  Later I declared myself the Amazon 
Queen, but relinquished that title, which proved to be a false claim as 
well, upon engagement with in personal battle and subsequent quick 
defeat by Mistress Tam-Ra; who is, as we all now know, the only 
true and deserved queen the Amazon tribes have ever had. So you 
see sir, my whole life has been a fraud; until now that is, now that 
I've found my true calling in serving my Mistress."

Horace is, as are millions of viewers tuning in, transfixed by the 
monotone recitals he is hearing; and, being the voyeuristic, dirty 
minded sort that he is, he asks another question, "Wondie, can you 
tell me about your love life, who have you screwed, most recently 
and in the past? The people wanta know, Wondie."  Wonder Slut 
opens her mouth to respond, but Tam-Ra is glaring at the camera, her 
hand over Wondie's mouth. Suddenly the glower departs and the 
hand leaves Wondie's mouth, the flame haired Amazon smirking, 
"what the hell, tell em what a total SLUT you are, dearie!".

  The raven haired beauty in her lap nods her head,  immediately 
begins, "Thank you Mistress, for I am compelled to answer the 
question." "This should be good", think both Tam-Ra and Bern.  
Wondie continues:

"Sir, if you mean screwed in the sense of sexual penetration by me 
with a foreign object, I have most recently screwed Slut Boy, using 
an eight inch hard plastic dildo, ribbed at the tip, and inserted up his 
anus.  This was after partial insertion in his mouth, and both 
insertions occurred two days and approximately seven hours ago, 
with the approval of and supervision by my Mistress, the Amazon 
Queen.  Such insertions resulted in 2 ejaculations by Slut Boy, 
followed by my own orgasm from clitoral stimulation by the back 
end of the dildo, which was strapped on my person."

Horace is beside himself.  Wondie continues on, a  veritable fountain 
of titillating information, all volunteered in that same familiar, if 
monotone, voice:

"But apart from screwing Slut Boy, which was a rare privilege I 
earned by smothering him out in a wrestling match for the 
entertainment of my Mistresses, the most recent sexual act I 
performed, which did not involve screwing, was with Mistress Tam-
Ra.  For her, I orally serviced her clitoris until she was stimulated to 
orgasm, after which I immediately lapped up all the moisture 
smeared on her thighs.  This occurred exactly 27 minutes ago, just 
before Mistress took her shower." 

She continues on, un-solicited,  "all sexual acts with  Mistress Tam-
Ra have involved either my servicing her vaginal area or breasts and 
nipples with my tongue and lips or with me offering my body, 
specifically my breasts, my oral cavity, my anus, or my vaginal 
opening for her manipulation or penetration with a foreign object, 
usually a plastic phallus implement, but also sometimes organic 
matter such as cucumbers, bananas and tubular shaped squash. 
Mistress does not care for, nor ask for, penetration into her glorious 
body by foreign implement of any kind, and forbids any penetration 
of any sort into her anal cavity; though in turn I welcome her 
intrusions anywhere on my body and by any means, method, or 
implement.   My body is not mine, but merely an object owned and 
controlled by my Mistress; and available at all times for her use, or, 
at her discretion, use by her duly appointed representatives."

Even Tam-Ra, mighty Tam-Ra, is blushing crimson at the detailed 
descriptions being provided by Wonder Slut under the influence of 
the truth inducing Magic Lasso, and she gently admonishes her raven 
haired slave now, "a little less detail would be nice, Wondie. Just the 
facts from now on, okay?"  Wondie tilts her head back to fix adoring 
eyes on her flame haired Mistress, meekly nods her head; then drops 
her head back down and looks expectantly at Horace's image on the 
screen in front of them.  Horace continues, "well, well, thank you for 
that, my dear. Quite a slut at that, aren't we?"  Wondie nods her 
head, stammers, "yes, a slut I am, always have been, always will be." 
Bern continues, "now tell us about your previous relationships, 
before you moved in with your Mistress, who was your best lover?  
You've had several haven't you?"

Wondie responds, "Yes, although they weren't all lovers as you 
Americans define that term, I've had 244 different sexual partners to 
be exact; well, actually 243 partners and one sexual goddess whom I 
service regularly, for I could never claim to be a partner while 
sexually satisfying my Mistress.  Her body is a temple in and of 
itself, to be worshipped by me during our frequent sessions.  So she 
is not a sex partner even though I have performed sex acts in her 
presence and with her." Tam-Ra is getting a little impatient with her 
famous slave's verbal meandering, barks sharply, "just get on with it, 
SLUT!" Wonder Slut trembles, then continues, "but other than my 
Mistress, who is clearly  the most accomplished sexual goddess on 
the face of the earth, I would have to say there were many of the 236 
amazons on Paradise Island I had sexual relations with who were 
also very accomplished lovers, as you would say.  Yet one sexual 
encounter does stand out even  among the amazons, who, as you may 
know, are all very accomplished in sexual matters.  This particularly 
gratifying encounter was with Valora, or Madame Valora as I call her 
now, since she has become Mistress's top lieutenant."  

  "Do tell", Horace Bern eagerly urges here on.."Well", Wondie 
continues, "just prior to my first training session with Mistress; 
which was, of course, what some called our Amazon duel; just hours 
before as a matter of fact; Madame Valora, or Valora as I called her 
then, since she at that time was nominally my loyal subject, though 
proven since to be my superior all along, gave me great pleasure by 
first massaging my receptive body, then taking me to the chains and 
doing me there while I hung from the rafters, writhing in sheer 
pleasurable torment." "Pleasurable torment, and doing you?", Horace 
laughingly asks. "Yes sir, the best kind,. pleasurable torment that is, 
as Mistress and Madame Valora, have continually taught me in the 
last  few months.  And Madame Valora was doing me that day with a 
15 inch ribbed metal baton. The climax was electrifying even as I 
hung in my chains; and it prepared me expertly for my first training 
sessions with Mistress that followed soon thereafter."

"My oh my, do tell me more", Horace gushes;, to which Wondie 
replies, "not much more to tell, sir, about that sexual encounter 
except that is was the best sex I had ever had to that point.  But two 
hours later, as it turns out, I had an even more memorable sexual 
experience when Mistress was training me for the first time. Then, 
although I was already a proven multi-orgasmic creature, I had nine 
orgasms with Mistress alone that same day, the last of which was 
pure heaven; that is when I came like a gushing, bursting dam just 
before her fists put me in blissful darkness." Horace exclaims 
incredulously, "you mean you came nine times while Tam-Ra, was 
beating the crap out of you?" 

"You are correct, sir" , Wondie responds; " and near the end almost 
every time she hit me it seems it happened; it was the most intense 
orgasm I've ever had, that last one was before the blessed darkness 
overcame me.  And when I woke up, of course, I was granted my 
most fervent wish, that is to serve and worship my Mistress for the 
rest of my life."

Bern is speechless for the moment, while Tam-Ra pats her raven 
haired slave approvingly, and her gorgeous top lieutenant, the long 
haired blonde called Valora, previously out of sight, ventures 
forward to plant a long, lingering, tongue probing kiss on the 
redhead. Then, having done the math already, and knowing about 
Wondie's previous romances with both Kryptonians, Horace, who 
has apparently regained his voice, and at least some of his 
composure, asks the obvious, "You say you've had 243 sexual 
partners, not counting your Mistress, 236 of which were your various 
subjects on Paradise Island; that leaves seven others. I know about 
two of them, your buddies there in the clearing with you; but who are 
the other five?" 

Wondie responds, "You are not exactly correct, sir.  The 236 
amazons on Paradise Island with whom I was intimate were never 
my subjects, but rather all were my superiors, since, as Mistress has 
taught me, I was a fraudulent queen, too weak in body and mind to 
be a real amazon. But yes, you are correct in deducing that there 
were seven others, the two Kryptonians you have mentioned, also 
four different sexual partners during my unfortunate captivity by the 
Nazis.  There was a Gestapo guard who twice took me sexually, and 
the Nazi general who visited my prison cell on one occasion to 
pleasure himself; and, of course a  Nazi colonel and his moll, both of 
whom also took me without my consent just before my escape; I 
think that one got into the German papers.  The encounters with the 
Nazi officers were dreadful as you might imagine, but I have to 
admit, since I'm compelled to tell the truth, that some of the 
violations the Colonel's  fraulein forced on my bound body were 
quite pleasurable in spite of the circumstances.  And lastly, of course, 
much more recently than those horrid Nazis, the seventh sexual 
partner who was not an amazon was  Miss Lane from the Daily 
Planet."

 Loud gasps are heard from the crowd in Horace's studio and in TV 
rooms around the globe, not so much at the revelation of sex with 
Nazi captors, for tales of Wonder Woman's struggles in Nazi 
Germany are well documented; and rape by, or forced sex with one 
or several Nazi degenerates were more or less a given; though never 
talked about until now by the former Amazon queen.  But Lois Lane?  
Now that's a STORY! No one has heard that one before.  In the 
sanitarium where she has lived since her emotional collapse after the 
Madison Square Garden fight, poor Lois Lane, who somehow bribed 
her attendants to let her watch the pay per view event, babbles almost 
incoherently as she rages against the secret, truthful as it is, that 
Wondie is now sharing with millions of people around the world.  
Horace exclaims, "you said Miss Lane; LOIS LANE?"

"You are quite right, sir, that is the subject of which I speak," she 
responds, and then;  "she was a sexual partner, but only once."

Horace is probing now, "Tell me, Wondie, about the Lois Lane 
encounter.  When was it, how was it? Is she as good a lover as your 
two former Kryptonian bedmates? Tell us, Wondie, we gotta know!"  
Tam-Ra is getting pissed, snapping at Bern, "that's quite enough, 
jerk off! And call her Wonder Slut!" Even Bern is intimidated by her 
commanding voice, nods his head.  Satisfied that she's still in control 
of things, Tam-Ra gives a slight nod at her star spangled captive, 
after which Wonder Slut begins again, "it was much better sex than 
with either of the Kryptonians, but let me explain further.  I went to 
Clark Kent's condo 18 months and 9 days ago.  That was the 
undercover name for Superman, or rather Slut Boy, of course as all 
of you probably know."

They haven't all known, about Clark Kent that is.   Though  the 
mysteriously vanished Daily Planet reporter was long rumored to 
have close connections to Superman, never had it been said publicly 
that he was actually Superman in disguise.  Wonder Slut continues, " 
I was looking for my lover then, Super Slut, she was called Supergirl 
then, who said she might be there on official business.  But Slut Boy 
was gone, off fighting great criminals, and Super Slut had apparently 
joined him. Miss Lane was there, though, back in Clark's bedroom. 
She was wearing a very skimpy black leather corset.  She has great 
legs as you must know, which were accentuated by the six inch black 
stiletto heels on her feet.  With those heels, she was taller than me 
even and looked  extremely sexy. I must admit my pussy was already 
starting to vibrate with excitement just looking at her, but I tried to 
act calm and in control like Wonder Woman, oh excuse me, Wonder 
Slut, should.  And, of course, I was then still pretending to be in love 
with Super Slut; so I thought the immediate arousal I felt in the 
presence of Miss Lane was wrong, but it was also unavoidable. 
.Anyhow, at first Miss Lane acted surprised to see me, but then she 
invited me to sit down on the bed, told me she'd always wanted to 
make it with a woman, and started to stroke my breasts, which 
immediately swelled and stiffened with even more sexual 
excitement.  Soon it became very heated, and Miss Lane convinced 
me to let her place me in a kneeling position on the bed; and then she 
put my hands in the cuffs that were already attached to the bed posts. 
She tied my feet too, one to each post at the foot of the bed, and 
stripped my Wonder Slut suit away, all except the gold belt and the 
tiara, oh, and the red boots too, that is; which she said made it more 
kinky.  My bare behind was up in the air after all this, and then we 
did it; or I mean she did it to me."

"Did what", an excited Horace inquires, and then, "was she doing 
you doggie style, with you all tied up to the bed posts?"

Wonder Slut patiently explains, "yes, it was, as you ordinary humans 
call it, doggie style. Clark, I mean Slut Boy, liked it that way 
according to Miss Lane, as I found that out myself later during my 
sexual relations with him. Miss Lane wanted to be in charge and 
thought I'd like it that way too, and I did. I could have broken the 
cuffs easily, but didn't want to.  Miss Lane penetrated me 
vaginally, not in the anal cavity, as she informed me she often did 
with Slut Boy; and she did it  with a big phallus, almost as big as 
Super Dong here.  She whipped me too, love lashes she called them, 
right across my raised buttocks, just before she brought me to climax 
with the thrusting phallus.  She said Slut Boy liked that as well, being 
whipped while being taken that is.  And so did I; I came like a 
volcano that day. It was the best sex I've ever had, with a mere 
human being that is; since Mistress and many of my amazon 
superiors on Paradise and Island are still more accomplished 
sexually."

Horace is beside himself, asks "great sex, huh? You being taken 
doggie style by a hot looking news babe packing a big plastic ding 
dong,, and whipped too? Geez you really are a kinky slut, and so is 
that Lois Lane bitch!"  

"Yes sir, a kinky slut;. Mistress says so too," she responds.

Horace has to ask now,  " then how about your sexual relations with 
the Kryptonians, Supergirl and later Superman?"

Wonder Slut responds:

"They were not so SUPER, sir  (giggling girlishly).  Actually they 
were quite rigid and frigid, both of them. When we were together 
Super Slut only wanted to do it 69 style, without dildos or whips or 
cuffs or anything like that, which got boring after awhile; though I 
understand that Miss Lane introduced her to other sexual styles later 
when they became intimately involved. And  later with Slut Boy, 
when he used his tool on me  he only did it missionary style. It, too, 
was quite unremarkable, to tell the truth, which I am compelled to, of 
course. I guess creative sex isn't a strong point among Kryptonian 
beings.  But most of the time with Slut Boy, he wanted me to do him 
doggy style, up the anus with a phallus while he whimpered like a 
scared little puppy.   He only penetrated my vaginal area, which 
provided me the most pleasure, a few times.  He was a very limited 
sexual partner; and I got tired of screwing him all the time with that 
plastic phallus."

Horace can't handle it any more, begs off , "enough already, thank 
you Wonder Slut, My oh my, what a slutty whore you really are.  
And  Super Dong is really a big Sissy Boy, who would have thunk?" 
Wonder Slut blushes, nods her head, murmurs softly, "yes, sir, a 
slutty whore, and Super Dong is not so super in bed, hee hee; a Sissy 
Boy, he is, yes, that's what he is."

Mercifully, for herself and the newly disclosed "sissy" of a former 
Superhero kneeling close by, the golden lasso is unwound from her 
delectable body and she once again falls silent. Horace recovers 
somewhat and asks Tam-Ra now, "What about Super Slut? is she 
really alive? She actually looks very dead to me.  You killed her, 
didn't you, Tam-Ra?".

Tam-Ra is peeved once more, snaps at the miserable jerk-off creep, 
"enough with the stupid accusations, f___ face, I did not kill her 
though it would have been quite easy to do so, for she, like Wonder 
Slut and Slut Boy before her, was really quite weak against my 
power and dominance. But here, let me prove to you schmucks that 
she's still alive."  With that, Tam-Ra gets up, all 6 foot 3 glorious 
amazon inches of her, callously kicks her sissy slave, the fawning 
Slut Boy, aside and shoves  Wonder Slut down to her knees, barking 
at them to "stay put, sluts!"  Then she moves to Super Sluts inert 
form.  Behind her, Wonder Slut stays on all fours, her forehead on 
the ground, quietly trembling, and Slut Boy has rolled to his back, his 
big stiff Monster Dong jerking against its chained tethers, fairly 
thumping against his abdomen with its sexual excitement.

Super Slut is still very corpse-like, pale and pasty and unmoving on 
her back.  From camera distance,  there is no discernible rise and fall 
in her large, bared milky white breasts which would indicate she is at 
least alive and breathing, however shallowly.  Tam-Ra merely 
smiles, completely unperturbed by the fact that her savage gloved 
fists have seemingly killed the much beloved former superheroine.  
But then the strapping young redhead lightly picks up the small chain 
connecting Super Slut's nipple rings and lifts the chain slightly 
pulling lightly on the big, swollen nubs.  Suddenly, as the camera 
zooms in, Super Slut's formerly clouded, vacantly staring blue eyes 
flash and blink, and a close-up of her bountiful chest shows the 
beautiful full breasts now perceptibly rising and falling, the large 
dark brown nipples seeming to swell even larger and literally vibrate 
with sexual tension as the camera focuses on them.  Tam-Ra smiles 
wickedly, tugs the chain a little more, really pulling the big, thick 
nipples up and out to almost obscene lengths.   The formerly inert 
figure beside her begins to weakly squirm, a soft gasp is heard 
coming from the beautiful blonde's now dreamily moving lips, and, 
as Tam-Ra continues to tug on the nipple rings, Super Slut's laid out 
body suddenly jolts and shudders and, with the camera zooming in 
on the tattered patch of blue at her crotch, streams of hot, sticky love 
juices run down her thighs while the comatose beauty gives out a 
louder gasp, even weakly lifting her head up off the gurney a few 
inches before it clumps back down and her eyes roll up, vacantly 
staring yet again.

Tam-Ra just smiles smugly, turns to the camera after finally letting 
go of Super Slut's chain, saucily adds, "See, I told you the bitch was 
alive. She certainly can cum with the best of my sluts even in her, 
ahem, delicate physical condition!" 

Bern asks, "how can you do that to the poor creature? She appears to 
be pretty much a vegetable!"

Tam-Ra snaps back, "don't try to lecture me, jerk-off.  She ain't a 
vegetable, just comatose; there's a big difference between the two 
states.  Vegetables can't cum like this baby can, believe me. Besides, 
my doctors tell me she has a good chance of making a full recovery, 
at least physically, and should be able to function well enough 
mentally when she fully wakes up, at least well enough to perform 
her slave duties, which are really pretty elementary. heh heh.  
Besides, she was just a dumb blonde bimbo to begin with; so there 
wasn't much brain power to start with.  Now, she may have just a tad 
less to work with upstairs; but so what?  Once a bimbo, always a 
bimbo, is what I always say; and degree of dumbness is irrelevant 
when your sole function now will be to worship me and my bod."  
That being said, the saucy Teen Tyro pulls poor limp Super Slut's 
head up by grabbing her long blonde hair and yanking, she adds, 
"you see, this little slumbering, non-vegetative SLUT gets pleasure 
from our little sessions."  Sure enough, the comatose former 
superheroine now has a goofy smile plastered across her otherwise 
pasty, blank face, a remnant no doubt of her recent orgasmic release.  
Tam-Ra lets go of the locks now, and the blonde beauty's head 
thumps back to the gurney, causing her draped legs and arms to 
shudder and tremble.    Inside the dim recesses of the inert former 
Supergirl, a faint internal message breaks across her frazzled brain, 
"Super Slut,  Super Slut, sluttings my game. A bimbo slut for you, 
that I am, my Mistress!" The comatose blonde smiles again, goofily, 
like a mindless bimbo.   

Tam-Ra looks square in the camera's eye now and smirks, "Don't 
worry all you idiots back there in Metropolis, in the good old U S of 
A,  wherever the hell you are; your little beauty is in good hands, 
MINE!.   Besides, she wasn't ever worth all that b___ sh___t  
adulation you  all tried to heap on her. For me, she's merely a toy, 
sexy as hell, yes, but merely my sex toy.  Later, if and when she 
wakes up, she'll make a fine, fully functioning slut, just like Wondie 
and Super Dong over there; end of story!"

Tam-Ra gestures to the camera woman, and looks like she's about to 
call off the lengthy interview, but Horace squeezes in a last question, 
insisting, "wait, Tam-Ra, you still haven't told us how you did it?". 
"Did what?", she snaps.  Horace responds, "I mean, how did you 
manage to overpower and dominate those three, the Kryptonians, and 
Wondie, too.  The people need to know," Horace responds.

"The people don't need to know squat", Tam-Ra icily retorts, "but, 
just because I'm a gracious Queen, I'll give you a hint; it all comes 
down to  what's between their legs; control that and you have a 
bunch of wimpy superheroes and heroines who ain't worth shi___t as 
crimefighters, or, for that matter, just plain old ordinary fighters."

Bern asks, "you mean you control them with sex?" "Yes, dumbie, but 
more with the anticipation of sex," she responds.  When he looks 
puzzled, she impatiently continues, "these Kryptonians, and many 
Amazons, especially the weak willed imposters like Wondie over 
there, are temporarily distracted and weakened when sexually 
aroused.  Heck, control a man's dick, and you've got him virtually 
helpless; sheesh, most women know that already; and it works extra 
well with Super Jerk Off over there. But Super Slut and Wondie are 
quite a bit stronger, even when aroused.  Plus they usually only 
betray significant weakness when aroused by or in the presence of 
other women.  Even at that, after feeling, being melted by, the heat 
from my fabulous body, both bimbos put up much more of a fight 
against me than Super Dong did.  And that's why I keep them in a 
near constant state of arousal with the rings and, in Sissy Boy's case, 
that penis rope. Those things don't hurt, they just burn sweetly all the 
time, don't they Sluts?" 

Slut Boy and Wondie meekly nod their heads from their positions of 
subservience at Mistress Tam-Ra's feet.  Then Tam-Ra stands over 
the completely submissive, and clearly aroused Wonder Slut and Slut 
Boy, and adds, "of course, I'm so damn  powerful they probably 
couldn't beat me even with all their so-called superhuman strength 
intact, but the fact that I'm so drop dead gorgeous and none of these 
wimps can resist my hot bod just makes it that much easier to 
dominate them, ridiculously easy actually.  These sluts worship the 
ground I walk on and will do anything I command; Just watch!"

 Tam-Ra suddenly barks down at them, "Submit now, SLUTS!" 
Immediately, Slut Boy shoots his wad, Wondie gyrates in the throes 
of a numbing orgasm, and even the comatose Super Slut, lying inert 
on the gurney ten feet away, lets out an involuntary gasp, her supine 
body trembling as hot juices flood over her pale white upper thighs. 
Tam-Ra smiles smugly, joined now by the lovely blonde, her top 
lieutenant, Valora, in a warm embrace over their splayed sluts as the 
camera zooms in on their stunning, near naked, entwined amazon 
bodies.

Horace now has to ask just one final question, "Tam-Ra, you told us 
how you did it, how you dominate them now, but now I've gotta ask 
why.  Why did you do it?  You're the most powerful woman, make 
that human being, in the world.  Everybody knows that now.  Why 
not let these poor wimpy creatures go.  The two conscious ones are 
getting fat and old in your captivity. Certainly they pose no threat to 
you any longer, and you haven't exactly used their powers for your 
own purposes.  In fact, you appear to have been quite the model 
citizen this past month; well, except for all this domination crap that 
is. So, why, Lady?"

"Don't call me Lady, jerk-off," she mutters, after dis-entangling from 
the amorous blonde, Valora.   Then, softening just a bit, she adds, 
"look, Horace, you're dumber even than you look.  But here's the 
deal. Let's just say these poor wretched creatures are more useful to, 
and appreciated by, me in their present states, worshipping my hot 
bod  full-time that is, than they would be potentially being re-
programmed and re-conditioned to try to re-invigorate their former, 
superpowered carcasses.  Without these Justice League types nosing 
around, the world is a better, safer place for me and my plans."

"What plans?", Horace just has to ask; to which Tam-Ra merely 
smirks, "you'll see, ya dumb scmuck."  Then, looking straight at the 
camera, her glorious super amazon's body  pumped up to all its 
mighty splendor, she ends the interview with this, "you'll all see what 
it means to have me as MISTRESS OF THE WORLD soon enough!"  
The camera fades out now, with one last scene of Tam-Ra and 
Valora back in their tongue groping, passionate embrace while the 
sorry remnants of three former Justice League members lie in abject 
submission all around them.

Yes, life is good for  the ravishing redhead, Tam-Ra, the self-
proclaimed MISTRESS OF THE WORLD! Nothing can stop her 
now, she thinks.  But she is also thinking, "damn that Lois Lane 
sounds like some hot, horny, kinky chick; might have to invite her to 
the island for an exclusive interview, heh heh."

Back in her Metropolis asylum, Lois Lane, in one of her few recent 
moments of coherent thought, is thinking likewise, and plotting, 
"hmmmm, she said many Amazon's show weakness when aroused. 
Obviously, that didn't work in reverse for Wonder Woman, or for 
that matter, Supergirl either, since Tam-Ra wiped the battle rings 
with their sorry asses.  But hey, they're frigid bitches, both of em, 
and I oughta know. They probably couldn't turn the big redhead on 
enough to weaken her.  No, Tam-Ra hasn't met the likes of me 
before. I should go there and check this out; could be the scoop of 
my life, and I just might be able to save the sorry hides of that 
miserable trio as well, hmmm!"

Could it be that leggy Daily Planet super reporter, Lois Lane, sexy as 
hell, and kinky as well, is the free world's last best hope for bringing 
down the mighty Tam-Ra?  Only time will tell.

 (to be continued, perhaps)