The Mean Teen Ozark Queen
By Elder Barry - Erctwo@aol.com
Superman's Worst Nightmare


THE MEAN TEEN OZARK QUEEN

(Superman's worst might mare)

The much ballyhooed, over-hyped and anxiously awaited 'ultimate female
fighting championship' match between Superman and the winner of the yearlong
'Elimination Tournament' was about to begin. Superman had been persuaded by
Lois Lane and the promotions department at the Daily Planet into accepting the
'exhibition' match; egged on by the promise of an enormous $5,000,000 donation
to his wife's charity of choice, he reluctantly accepted.

Daisy Mae, dubbed by the media as the Ozark Queen or the Mean Teen Ozark
Queen, was the preverbal last woman standing. Over the last eighteen months
the young female won thirteen consecutive matches; five by forfeit and eight
by knockouts three of which resulted in the deaths of her opponents. In her
penultimate tournament match the five-foot-six-inch teen killed Annika 'the
animal' Leiviska her heavily favored seven-foot-six-and one quarter inch-tall
four-hundred-twenty-five-pound adversary the Russian born heavyweight Mixed
Martial Arts champion of the world in less than ten seconds by easily and
brutally snapping the massive woman's massive neck.

Now it was Superman's turn to face the undefeated teen killing machine. The
pretense of exhibition matches had long since been debunked. Each of these
fights which now carried a winner-tale-all five-million-dollar prize had
predictably evolved into literal mano-a-mano death matches.

As was customary the two combatants met in the middle of the ring with the
referee and listened to his instructions. At six-foot-four and
two-hundred-forty-pounds Superman dwarfed the one hundred-thirty-pound Daisy
Mae.

"Don't worry girl." Superman spoke softly. "I won't hurt you."

"Do I look worried?" Superman took a long hard look at his relatively tiny
advisory and had to admit to himself that his diminutive opponent didn't; her
confident smile and demeanor belied any hint of fear.

They touched MMA style gloves and retreated to their respective corners.

Superman's plan was to immediately overpower the scantily clad
eighteen-year-old girl, without hurting her, ending the debacle as quickly as
possible. The girl oozed sex as she flaunted her remarkable muscles and
gravity defying breasts. Superman didn't want to pitch a tent. So, he had no
intentions of dragging out the match by putting on a good show for the paying
customers.

However, the moment the bell rang the 'Ozark Queen' wearing hot-pink booty
shorts that rode up high revealing her muscular derriere and a skimpy
overmatched bright-yellow halter top that revealed ultra-deep cleavage rushed
to meet Superman in the middle of the ring. To the astonished of spectators in
the arena the girl was a veritable blur. The speed of her approach had even
shocked Superman.

Her lighting fast strong hands grabbed his chin, cross handed, and jerked in
opposite directions generating a seemingly impossible level of torque easily
exceeding 7,000 RPMs. The sound of the Man of Steel's muscular neck cracking
echoed throughout the stadium and was clearly audible to everyone in
attendance as was his brief window shattering scream.

"Oh my God." The stunned television announcers watched in relative silence
until the FOX Network's lead announcer, Buck Nepotist, said what everyone was
thinking. "She broke his fucking neck."

For a long moment the strongest man in the world just stood there motionless
staring cockeyed at Daisy Mae who by then had clasped her fingers together
over her head displaying amazing muscularity. She triumphantly stepped away
from the teetering Man of Steel, grinned impishly, pulled down her top, and
flashed her perfect breasts to the stunned crowd as she proudly flexed her
impressive biceps.

The eighteen-year-old dynamo gracefully pirouetted on her toes finishing with
an exaggerated flourish by demurely bowing to the crowd and pointing to the
ring clock, essentially proclaiming another ten second victory.

The muscular teen laughed and stepped further away from the staggering
Superman. His head dangled grotesquely to the right and his long lean but
muscular arms hung lifeless at his sides; a sure sign of a catastrophic death
inducing fracture of his cervical vertebra.

She used an index finger and a thumb to simulate a pistol. She feigned
shooting the reeling unstable superhero by jerking her hand back as if firing
a gun at the stricken Superman. She then blew on her presumably red-hot
fingers the force of her exhaling breath was sufficient enough to cause the
strongest man in the world to topple over face first like a denuded felled
mighty oak.

His hands and lifeless arms never moved to break his fall and now a
substantial pool of Superman's blood encircled his head where his skull had
nearly embedded itself into the canvass.

Superman's body unceremoniously bounced off the matt face first several times
finally coming to rest looking up, arms pointing skyward. Daisy Mae quickly
rushed to his side and checked his neck pulse and pointed thumbs down.

"I win." She announced matter-a-factly. "Superman is dead." She motioned to
the ring doctor. "Come on!" She proudly flexed her biceps and flaunted her
flawless breasts for the entertainment of the stunned but roaring crowd. "Come
see! Come see!"

"Wait, Superman is moving." One of the stunned TV announcers had detected some
movement. Superman's Kryptonian healing powers had instantaneously regenerated
his spinal cord which at least for the moment had staved off his death.

"Oops, rumors of the Man of Heal's death have been slightly exaggerated."
Daisy Mae laughed out loud. She briefly contemplated killing him where he lay
but decided she may as well have some fun first.

"Give me a little time." She was speaking directly to the two incredulous TV
broadcasters. "This should be hell-a-fun for everyone, everyone but this
pathetic bleeding Man of Squeal that is."

The heavily muscled eighteen-year-old 130-pound Ozark Queen placed her right
foot in the middle of the groggy nearly kaput Kryptonian creep's chest and
flexed her incongruously huge deeply cut 30" biceps again. Her biceps rose
majestically skyward belying her relatively small stature.

With one hand she lifted the flailing Superman over her head, effortlessly
exhibiting the epitome of absolute dominance. She laughed derisively as she
felt his enfeebled powerless fingers clutching at her intimating rock-hard
biceps. She flexed even harder before slamming his limp body face first to the
mat.

The increasingly imposing mean teen grabbed Superman just below his chin.
Using only her left hand she throat-lifted the sagging gumby armed man off the
ground yet again. She giggled joyously as she watched her biceps and triceps
pulsating. He was still clutching at her ever-expanding biceps and triceps the
density of which further stunned Superman and the already flabbergasted crowd.

Initially Daisy Mae was bummed out that Superman had "risen" from the dead;
presumably guaranteeing six additional weeks of inclement weather. The
muscular teen had been hoping to kill the strongest man on the planet in less
than ten seconds; her personal best.

She wished she could kill the Kryptonian creep where he stood. However, Daisy
Mae now realized that she was being presented with an opportunity to
demonstrate her absolute dominance over Superman which she quickly realized
was infinitely more preferable than the quick death she had had planned for
him. Demonstrating her vast superiority to the viewing audience bordered on
orgasmic for her.

While standing in front of Superman she leaped into the air, grabbed the back
of his neck and viciously head butted the surprised Man of Steel so hard he
immediately collapsed to the ground as his entire face began to spurt buckets
off blood.

The confused Man of Steel had been magically transported to the land of
cartoons. Multi-colored chirping birds and flapping butterflies, and buzzing
bees encircled his head. He shook his head, blinked several times, and when he
finally forced his eyes open, he was face to face with a realistic image of
Bugs Bunny asking ... 'What's up Doc?'

Ellie Mae laughed as she continued to blithely orbit the now fallen Superman
who was either unable, uninterested, or unwilling to stand up or sit up or
even raise his head off the mat. She strutted around the ring, Connor McGregor
style, enthusiastically continuing to stomp on and pummel his inert body which
was now curled up like a discarded shriveled-up leftover cocktail shrimp.

As Superman climbed to his feet random thoughts sped through the man's still
addled brain faster than an escaping Roadrunner fleeing the ubiquitous coyote.

Once he felt and saw the unworldly biceps and the hardness of her magnificent
body, he recognized the presence of superpowers; powers he realized, that
despite her relative tiny size, were far greater than his had ever been.

In his mind Superman had described this child's biceps, triceps and other
muscles as being rock-hard when in reality describing her body texture as
being simply rock-hard was giving short shrift to the solidity and density of
her tightly packed muscles.

In the past the Man of Steel had easily disintegrated rocks and even boulders
to dust using only the strength of his fingers. However, this young girl's
muscles were beyond impenetrable; stronger than anything the Kryptonian had
encountered on earth or anywhere else in the universe for that matter.

Suddenly the unworldly female took his hands in hers and relentlessly squeezed
so hard Superman dropped back down onto his knees. He actually screamed loud
enough to shatter many more of the arena windows. Now that he had felt the
excruciating pain her power could engender Superman was no longer concerned
with ascertaining who the girl might be or from where she may have come.

Whether she was a human or a space alien or a demon from hell no longer
concerned the embarrassed, pained, and weeping Kryptonian. Either way this
vengeful 130-pound busty bicep-blessed beauty was effortlessly and ruthlessly
kicking his ass all over the ring. She was no doubt preparing to kill him all
over again ... some more ... one more time ... at least.

He tried to convince himself he no longer cared how she had come to possess
superpowers far greater than he had ever possessed or why this teenaged-girl
had such a vengeful hard-on for him or was it just the money she craved.

Superman, realized he was incapable of hurting her nor defending himself
against her. He fully accepted his inadequacies and her total dominance over
him. Accordingly, he was nearly resigned to his plight and accepting of the
things he could not change.

Now, his only real concern was how, not when, this ruthless uber-child planned
to kill him. If the truth were to be known Superman hoped and prayed to Rao,
his Kryptonian God, that this abomination of a girl would take pity and show
him some mercy; hoping his demise would be sooner than later and painless.

The television announcers continued to praise the Ozark Queen's strength and
masterful fighting sills. Both talking heads were clearly disgusted with the
Man of Steal, castigating Superman for giving up so easily, scolding him for
not providing the paying customers with a better show never mind that she had
already killed him once.

Daisy was getting bored tired of Superman's stalling tactics so she lifted the
man onto his feet and leaned his body against the ring ropes preventing him
from falling. She gently slapped him several times across his face bringing
the nearly catatonic wimpy wimp back to a state of awareness.

Through it all Superman had managed to maintain a modicum of pride and refused
to surrender to her so easily. Even knowing he was powerless against her
seemingly omnipotent power he weakly flailed at her, embarrassed by his own
feebleness; a feebleness the crowded arena seemed to relish.

Amused by his pitiful attack the mean teen peppered his face with stinging
finger flicks to his already bruised and battered face. She was using his head
like a veritable finger-only punching bag, all the while hysterically laughing
at the pitifulness of the man once thought of as the strongest in the world.

The pained Kryptonian had been patiently biding his time waiting for his
superpowers to be restored. Satisfied he was finally at full strength he
unleashed a powerful lighting fast right hand to her chin which actually
lifted Daisy Mae off the ground. The startled teen stumbled backwards and
grabbed the ropes to keep from falling. She had grossly underestimated the
man's healing powers. She was shocked by his sudden resurgence and the power
he still possessed, a power he dispatched with elan.

Confident now, Superman forged ahead and pounded her faltering teen body with
super-powered blows. Even though the child seemed to be smirking at his
efforts he knew he was hurting her; hurting her a bunch. He continued throwing
punches at Daisy who was now artfully dodging or blocking most of his blows
with her arms protecting her rock-hard body from his furious onslaught.

"Okay, big guy." The resilient eighteen-year-old quickly regained her
composure and arrogantly lowered her hands to her side presenting her
unprotected face and body to him. "I'm ready for you now." She tensed her
body. "Hit me with your best shot, shithead."

She raised her arms over and behind her head. She intertwined her fingers and
flexed her vascular biceps and triceps and quadriceps displaying unfathomable
muscularity. She wanted to and did demonstrate her absolute superiority not
only to the viewing audience at home and in the arena but more importantly to
the still sniveling Man of Steel.

With his Kryptonian superpowers finally fully restored the strongest man in
the world unleashed the most powerful punches of his life to her face and
body; cringing each time he connected with her impenetrable dense slab of
abdominal muscles. Nonetheless he continued with his ferocious unrelenting
attack until it became obvious that if not impervious to his punches, the tiny
teen titan was easily absorbing his best efforts seemingly without significant
effect.

For the first time in his life Superman found himself totally exhausted;
unable to raise his arms. The thoroughly humbled and beaten man dropped to his
knees and wept openly. He was in shock. Her overwhelming stamina and strength
were an anathema, an abomination that defied all reason.

"Okay ... You win." He lowered his eyes. "You can do with me what you will."

"Oh, don't worry Superman." A wicked smile ensued. "I plan to." She bent her
arm and flexed yet again. "By the way, I don't need your permission."

Initially Ellie Mae had been disappointed by his miraculous resurrection but
now she was ecstatic watching the sobbing Superhero weeping at her feet like a
baby with poop in its diapers. She was glad he hadn't succumbed too easily.
She was thrilled by how easily she had humiliated the man; grateful she had
been afforded the opportunity to demonstrate her vast physical superiority
over the man once thought to be invincible.

Using her left-hand she grabbed Superman under his jutting chin and
throat-lifted the pathetic sniveling weakling off the ground again and began
smashing him in the face with her powerful righthand and elbow. She watched as
his eyes crossed as the clearly defeated man drifted into a virtual state of
unconsciousness drooling uncontrollably.

She gently slapped him awake and rubbed her perfect breasts in his face. Using
only her index finger Daisy Mae gleefully pushed the strongest man in the
world down to his stomach in a neutral corner.

He was shaking uncontrollably, bathed in his own sweat. A disconsolate
Superman looked up at the gorgeous child as she assumed yet another triumphant
stance over his beaten, battered and blood-soaked frail looking body.

"Game over, asshole." Daisy screamed at him. "Game fucking over." The crowd
not only heard her they believed her. She held her hand up to her ear.
"Superman, can you hear the fat lady singing?"

The five-foot-six-inch dynamo spread her pulsating muscular arms far apart
before she viciously clapped her hands together over and over again around his
head like a demented symbols player on crack.

She continued smashing him about the head cuffing his ears with the palms of
her lethal hands until they bled; his ears not her hands. The weakened
superhero began to slide down the ropes until he was again lying flat on his
back helplessly looking up at the dominate demonic child.

She wrapped her powerful hands around his throat and began to squeeze so
forcibly her biceps threatened to crash through the taut skin of her upper
arms. His complexion was quickly changing from well-tanned, to an unhealthy
ashen hue, to corpse like white.

When she realized he was no longer breathing she leaped onto his prone body,
grabbed his head, lowered her mouth to his, and began to perform CPR.

"Not yet. Super wimp." She had mercifully eased her grip and expertly
administered mouth to mouth resuscitations. "Not fucking yet." Grinning as he
spewed forth a disgusting glob of bloody bile aa well as huge gulps of air as
she allowed the stricken man to breathe.

"How about that Superman, within the last ten minutes this tiny little girl
has killed you twice." Her laugh was melodic but not in any way soothing.
"Warning - Warning ... the third time will be the charm."

"Don't get any ideas." She looked deep into his eyes. "If you fly away, I will
visit your wife, Lois Lane ..." She let her words trail off, but her meaning
was clear.

The Mean Ozark Queen rained numerous rights and lefts down on the clearly
defenseless Superman. She had straddled his prone body and had begun to flex
her powerful thighs and calf muscles ... heel-toe, heel-toe ...

A perplexed Superman and the crowd watched in awe as the young girl's leg
muscles exploded displaying incomprehensible slabs of pure muscle. Still lying
flat on his back Superman unconsciously yet impressively tented his trunks.
She slapped away his erection with contempt. Nonetheless, he felt compelled to
reach over and caress her spectacular diamond shaped overly muscled calves.

"Please." He whispered to her. "Who are you?" He deferentially asked with
reverence. "If you decide to kill me, I think I have a right to know."

"Superman." She again flexed her biceps. "You have you no rights." She kissed
him on the forehead. "By the way I have already decided how you will die."

"Why?" Using his elbow for support Superman was barely able to raise his upper
body slightly off the mat. His weakened voice was raspy, barely more than a
whisper. "Why, why are you doing this to me?" He asked through flowing tears.

"The obvious answer to your insipid question is because I can." She winked.
"And because you can't stop me." She winked again. "No one can stop me." She
winked yet again some more. "And finally, because it's soooooooooooooo much
fun."

"More importantly it's because you killed my father." She knelt at his side,
tweaked his still throbbing dick briefing contemplating fucking him to death.
Instead, she flicked out several sharp jabs to his nose enjoying the sight of
more and more purplish blood spurting from his already broken nose.

"Your father?" Spitting blood from his mouth the obviously demoralized and
clearly defeated faux-superhero looked more closely at the youngster's pretty
face but couldn't discern any resemblance to anyone he may have known, let
alone killed.

"I'm sorry." He wiped tears from his eyes. "Who was your father?"

"General Zod!" She double hammer-fisted his chest, taking his breath away.
"That's right Superman my daddy The General trained me well. Pure Kryptonian
warrior blood courses through my veins distributing strength and power well
beyond your mundane comprehension flows throughout my body."

Daisy Mae was not so subtly implying that her father was a powerful
well-trained soldier with extraordinary fighting skills with the DNA of a
warrior. while Superman was the son of a diplomat. On earth, solely because of
his Kryptonian genes, Superman was a superhero. Back home on Krypton he would
have likely been a nerdy accountant rocking a pocket protector and she a
super-soldier.

"What ... Who?" He pushed himself up closer to her and held his hand up to his
bleeding ears. "Please tell me his name." He pleaded with her.

She confidently leaned forward taking care to annunciate clearly, she restated
her dead dad's name for him and that's when Superman using his elbow as
leverage managed to raise his upper body slightly off the mat and in one swift
motion using the last vestiges of his super-powers Superman grasped the back
of her head roughly pulling the surprised Daisy Mae down to him.

Targeting her carotid artery Superman enthusiastically chomped down on her
exposed neck and viciously dug his strong Kryptonian incisors into her exposed
jugular vein. He locked his powerful jaw muscles tightly in place and began to
twist his and her head back and forth, back and forth, back and forth much
like a ravenous wolf.

Daisy grabbed the back of Superman's head and pulled hard on his hair
instantly disengaging from his teeth. She desperately clutched at her throat
attempting to stem the steady flow of her precious life fluids but by then
copious amounts of blood had already gushed from her neck wounds.

Before the ring doctor could arrive Superman tenaciously clutched her neck in
his strong hands and squeezed with every ounce of his remaining superstrength
continuing to drain all of the blood from her inert body ensuring that her
recuperative powers would be incapable of resurrecting her.

By the time the doctors arrived her blood was no longer spurting from her neck
but rather it was barely seeping and puddling which could only mean one thing.
Her heart had stopped beating ceasing to pump blood to her brain but that
wasn't nearly enough for Superman, he needed to ensure that her recuperative
powers were permanently snuffed out.

The onrushing doctor abruptly stopped in his tracks and waived for the gurney.
The EMT's rushed to her side, attempted to push superman away from her. When
he finally allowed, they covered her in a sheet and wheeled the body of a very
dead Daisy Mae out of the ring heading for the coroner's office.

The reaction of the crowd was mixed. Some cheered ... some booed ... while the
majority watched silently mouths agape.

Two ring attendants helped Superman to his feet and lifted him into a
wheelchair but before they could usher him from the ring to a waiting
ambulance, one of the TV announcers stuck a microphone in his face.

"Congratulations Superman. We had all pretty much given up on you." He
silently clapped his hands together. "How did you come up with that final
tactic?"

"Well ..." Superman took the mike into his own hands and paused for effect.
"She suggested it to me herself." He paused again, this time to catch his
breath.

"She did?" The TV guy looked skeptical. "Why would she ..." The announcer let
his words trail off.

"When I begged the bitch to stop hurting me, she just laughed and said - Bite
me." Superman was continuously picking pieces of her bloody skin from his
teeth. "So, when I got the chance, I did just that."

Superman dropped the mike rapper style before motioning for the attendants to
wheel him away to a private hospital room being prepared for him.

"Good morning Superman." The petite smiling brunette nurse was wearing typical
green scrubs top, dark colored pants, and white shoes. "I have your lunch
order ready for you sir." She smiled enthusiastically.

"Thanks honey but I don't recall ordering lunch." An ebullient Superman smiled
back. "What will I be eating today?"

"Today you will be having a garlic infused grilled ham and cheese sandwich on
brioche bread with chopped and diced marinated red sweet peppers, marinated
artichoke hearts slathered with brown butter, jalape�o chips, and a chilled
coke." Her devastating smile broadened.

"A fitting last meal for a condemned murderer, don't you think?"

"Murderer?" Superman looked concerned and confused. "What?"

"Let me introduce you to your biggest fan."

The nurse slipped out of her uniform proudly flaunting her amazing DD breasts
before displaying her entire muscular body to an increasingly concerned
Superman. She placed her bulging left arm on his throat holding the still
weakened Superman in place. She dropped her firm young breasts onto his face
affording him with one last moment of pleasure.

"I'm Ellie Mae." She forcibly squeezed and crushed his nose breaking it yet
again. "You remember my cousin Daisy Mae, right?"

"Superman ... Look at these babies." She flexed her massive peaked right bicep
which was every bit as large as her cousin.

"Pretty fuckin' big, right?"

"I'm the daughter of Zor-El, General Zod's older brother, Ellie Mae's
nineteen-year-old sister and I am here to kill you." Her laugh was calm and
self-assured.

She again pumped up her bicep until it reached nearly 28" of incalculable
power. She pushed her spectacular breasts into his face some more again before
unleashing several powerful lighting fast open-handed palm punches to his
still broken nose, pushing the nasopharynx bones back into his skull causing
the quickly circulating blood flow to suffocate him.

The vengeful nineteen-year-old powerhouse was delighted to hear the gurglingly
sounds emanating from the stricken Kryptonian Creep-a-zoid. She proudly
watched the dying Superman feebly trying to pry her muscular arm from his
throat while desperately gasping for air.

Just to be absolutely certain General Zod's youngest daughter grabbed
Superman's pillow and placed it over his face. She smothered the pathetic
squealing squirming superhero until he stopped struggling and stopped
breathing for more than a full five minutes ... long enough to ensure there
would be no chance of another amazing resurrection ... this time ... dead was
dead ... Ellie Mas made certain there wouldn't be another remake of ... 'A
Weekend at Bernie's'.

She shuddered uncontrollably as she experienced the most intense orgasm of her
young life quickly followed by a second and then a third. As she exited the
hospital room her muscular legs trembling beneath her. Nonetheless, she
grabbed the scrumptious grilled ham and cheese sandwich and devoured it all
with only four bites.

Finally, the destruction of Superman was a fate accompli ... or was it?

Will THE GODDESSES INTERVENE

Discordia was lounging on her luxurious royal divan cuddling with her number
one concubine an elite Palace Guard named Casandra while Nemesis was engaged
in a manage au trois with an unnamed set of twin demi-goddesses.

The fight between Superman and the oldest daughter of General Zod was
everything they had hoped for and more. Each of the Goddesses celebrated the
joys of multiple orgasms reaching sexual nirvana. Superman's ultimate victory
was a huge surprise. Even more surprising was the unexpected intervention of
the younger daughter who for all intense purposes had killed Superman.

Neither Discordia nor Nemesis was entirely pleased because a universe without
a Superman to fuck with was somehow diminished. However, for the moment the
currently sexually sated female deities were content to leave things be ... at
least for now.

Because right now the omnipotent but bored Goddesses wished to focus their
undivided attention on an intriguing development in Southern California; the
possible emergence of another Superwoman demanded scrutiny.