WARNING: This story contains nudity, incest, graphic violence, rape and n/c sexual scenes. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Note: Some of you may be familiar with the heroines of the Superfamily from some of my other stories. However, this series of five stories takes place in an alternate time continuum, in which the Troll Princess, Erishka, and her evil descendants never existed. Consequently, our three heroines have reached the present day, undefeated and perpetually triumphant in their crusade against crime and evil. The first four stories in this series are posted at: A College Acquaintance. Supermom To The Rescue.  Supergra n Steps In. and Training The Superpets.  Again, let me thank my friend David for his suggestions and encouragement.


The Invincible Superfamily.

Supermom (Laura White)
Supergran (Clarissa Kent)
Superlass (Betty White)
Superfamily And The Coming of the Banshees 5.
In The Trade.
by
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or  gwalb@yahoo.com)


The Superpets.
 
Slut (Once known as Supermom or Laura White)
Tramp (Once known as Supergran or Clarice Kent)
Slutina (Once known as Superlass or Betty White)

After much training, Meroe was finally satisfied that the new 'escorts' were ready for the first assignment of their new careers. In order to accommodate their new costumes, somewhat briefer than the originals, in fact little more than three strategically arranged pasties, all three were shaved, in readiness. Panthia found it necessary to use a Kryptonite strait razor for the chore, extremely painful to delicate areas of Kryptonian women, but effective.


Only two of the former Superheroines would go on assignment, at a time, while the third remained behind with Panthia as security. Tramp and Slutina were chosen to go out first. Heavily made up, and wearing their new costumes, Meroe was satisfied they were ready.





Meroe accompanied Tramp and Slutina to meet their first 'johns', or in Tramp's case, in fact her 'john' was a 'jane', more or less.

When Meroe dropped her off, Supergran found her 'client' already stripped for action. She hesitantly let the apelike woman paw her, out of fear for her daughter, Laura, formerly known as Supermom.



Though undoubtedly the most powerful woman on Earth, Supergran steeled herself to accommodate the woman's crude, repugnant advances, out of fear for her daughter's safety. Then, the client donned the huge, Kryptonite dildo, that Meroe had thoughtfully furnished. The Krytonite immediately robbed Supergran of her super powers. Worse its touch would cause unbearable pain; hideously so, when inserted into her bodily orifices. The prospect, of brutal violation by the demonic Kryptonite, blotted all else from her mind. Forgetting her concern for her daughter, Supergran, shrieking in awful terror, tried to resist. But, now, bereft of her superpowers, the client soon had her well in hand.





The venerable superheroine found herself totally at the mercy of the brutish woman. The World's Mightiest Woman could do nothing to protect herself from agonizing violation, other than to beg piteously.



Supergran's pitiful pleas fell on deaf ears.












Superlass's client was a wealthy, middle-aged recluse, with a spanking fetish, and a Kryptonite paddle provided by Meroe.








Although she didn't service any clients that evening, alone with Panthia, Supermom's lot was no happier than that of her mother and daughter.


The next afternoon, Meroe set up the equipment to make a video. An aged client, now bedridden, had fantasized since youth of seeing the World's most famous Superheroine in a nude wrestling match. Of course, when first possessed by that fantasy, Supergran had been the glamorous, young, blond Superlady. Yet, even as she matured into the stately ripeness of her golden years, the client's desire only grew stronger. He was willing to pay handsomely for fulfillment of his lifelong dream, and Meroe was eager to accommodate him.

The video opened as Supergran walked on camera, wearing her world famous costume. The venerable crimefighter posed and flexed the mighty muscles of her massive arms, for the camera. Even had she not possessed superpowers, this huge, formidable woman would appear to be invincible, with no need to fear any adversary. Yet the expression on Supergran's heavily made-up face, hardly exhibited confidence. Rather, she seemed near tears, and her distinguished features were clouded by an expression of nervous dismay.



Supergran slowly removed her proud uniform, trying, without too much success, to do so provocatively, as Meroe had instructed her.



When Supergran had completely disrobed, Panthia, already nude, came into the camera's view. Supergran trembled in apprehension.


Panthia moved closer to come to grips with her huge adversary. Supergran froze, and made no move to resist the fierce, young Banshee's grip.


Disgusted by her venerable foe's lack of aggressiveness, Panthia smacked Supergran across the face, and whispered a command. Who seeing the video, could believe the tiny Banshee's temerity, in daring to strike the mightiest of superheroines?


Before Supergran could recover from the stinging slap, which apparently hadn't instilled very much aggressiveness, Panthia seized her around the waist, again.



Panthia effortlessly hurled the huge Matriarch of Might to the floor.


Before Supergran recovered from the shock, Panthia had locked her in an inescapable hold.






When Panthia felt her huge foe's shapely body go limp, she swiftly shifted to a new hold, no less painful, after first twisting the huge woman's inert form over on her face. The nearly swooning Supergran immediately came fully to her senses, with a shriek of agony.


With the agility of a monkey, Panthia squirmed around to yet another excruciating hold.


As Supergran's pain-racked body twisted and writhed, and she groaned in agony, Panthia scrambled to her feet.



When Supergran continued to lie moaning at her feet, unable to rise, Panthia hauled her foe, or perhaps, more accurately, her victim erect.


Panthia handled the moaning Supergran with ease, twisting her this way and that.


Panthia still did her best to instill a spirit of combat in her opponent.




Amazingly, the tiny slip of a girl effortlessly hefted the huge, amazonian Grande Dame of crimefighters off her feet, into the air, as Supergran squealed in alarm.




The next moment, Panthia had hoisted the squalling Supergran onto her slim shoulders.




Panthia bent Supergran's body backward with spine breaking force, and then slammed the frightened crimefighter down across her steely thigh.




Supergran, wailing in agony, stumbled to her feet.


Supergran's agonized cries elicited no sympathy from her diminutive foe, who kicked her in the kidneys to add to her troubles.



Totally forgetting that until very recently, she was the World's most intrepid superheroine, afraid of nothing, the venerable Matriarch of Might ignominiously tried to flee from her tiny adversary. Panthia cut off Supergran's headlong flight by adroitly tripping her.



Before Supergran could flee again, Panthia caught her around the waist, and hip-tossed her.




A second later, Panthia was perched atop the stunned Supergran, pressing her shoulders to the floor in a school-girl pin.


Ignominiously pinned, Supergran did her best to escape, aware of the consequences of loss, though, in her terror, she had thus far done little to avoid defeat. It was no use, despite her foe's enormous size and rippling muscles, Panthia kept Supergran's frantically struggling body helpless. Hands contemptuously on her hips, Panthia arrogantly counted her foe 'out'.


Not satisfied with having counted her over-matched opponent out, Panthia twisted around, and planted her pert, little behind squarely astride the whimpering Supergran's face, smothering her. She grinned mischievously up at the camera. One might wonder how this tiny girl could have so decisively defeated the world-renowned Matriarch of Might? Even her slim legs were tiny compared to Supergran's massively muscled arms, yet the venerable crimefighter lay helpless beneath her, struggling to breathe.


Supergran nearly passed out before Panthia finally released her.


Panthia cruelly hauled the nearly unconscious Supergran to her feet, by the hair, and proudly displayed the venerable crimefighter's humiliating, befuddled helplessness for the camera.


Panthia let the moaning Supergran drop to her knees, and then pointed to her behind. Supergran abjectly kissed the 'better woman's' butt. It was a humiliation she was becoming all too familiar with.


As she well knew, worse than humiliation was in store for the magnificent, elderly crimefighter. There was a further penalty for losing; three strokes with the Kryptonite quirt.

Knowing her pleas were hopeless, the unfortunate Supergran couldn't swallow her plaintive whimpers for mercy, even as she abjectly presented her opulent backside for punishment.










Meroe concluded her filming at this point; it was nearly dinner time. The next day an old man faced his last days in blissful peace, his lifelong dream fulfilled.

That evening Meroe had contracted to provide entertainment for a 'stag dinner' at a local Fraternal Lodge, known for its rowdy, disorderly festivities. Slut and Slutina were detailed for the assignment. They had been well coached in what was expected, painfully coached. Panthia escorted the unhappy 'entertainers' to the lodge hall. Tonight, Tramp, still badly bruised and battered from her film debut, would stay behind, as security, with Meroe.

When the food was removed from the table, the brandy poured, and the cigars lit, Panthia gave her charges a shove, and the two mortified, former superheroines stumbled out onto the impromptu stage. There were loud cheers at their appearance. Though the two disgraced crimefighters scarcely displayed that resolute dignity so well known in media coverage of their careers, none could deny that in their new abbreviated costumes, they were breathtakingly gorgeous women.

Panthia had attached her MP3 Player to the P. A. system, and she turned it on. The strains of "Let Me Entertain You" blared through the hall.



The unhappy, blond heroines began the dance routine, Meroe had painfully taught them, to the jeers of the onlookers.




When the strip tease routine was complete, and both unhappy performers naked, Panthia hissed a  reminder to her mortified charges, to go on to the next stage of their performance. Meroe's contract with the lodge specified a lesbian performance. Oh the SHAME!  Vile, unnatural, incest added to their considerable past degradations.


Horrified by the terrible abomination expected of them, the virtuous Superlass tried to pull away, but her mother, all too aware of the consequences of disobedience, grabbed her daughter's pert behind and pulled her back.


Reminded of the consequences, Superlass steeled herself.


The mother and daughter reluctantly prepared for an erotic kiss, to the catcalls of the audience.


Though Superlass had been reticent, and her mother had been the one to fearfully initiate the exchange, when she felt her beautiful, blond mother's lips on her own, the younger woman felt a surge of perverse excitement. The Banshee's evil perversions had awakened the righteous, young, crimefighter's long repressed, libidinous impulses. Forgetting everything, but the sexy, voluptuous, naked form in her arms, Superlass passionately returned the kiss, erotically thrusting her tongue deep into her mother's mouth.



Forgetting everything but her hot erotic excitement, Superlass wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, and forcefully bent the older woman over, as she passionately kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep in her mother's mouth.


As Superlass slobbered passionately at her mother's large, youthful breasts, she pushed the startled, older, crimefighter towards the floor.



Despite her own ultra-high standards of moral rectitude, the unfortunate Supermom, herself, was overwhelmed by her daughter's passionate onslaught, and succumbed to the forbidden delights of incestuous, sapphic interplay.




When her daughter's agile tongue brought her to the greatest orgasm of her life, Supermom eagerly returned the favor, feverishly fingering her own aroused pussy in ecstasy. So overcome were they, by their forbidden passion, both mother or daughter were oblivious to the raucous catcalls of the lewd, drunken audience.


Back in the makeshift dressing room, following their joint, horrifying surrender to unnatural vice, the mother and daughter, regarded by the world as models of virtuous rectitude, were too ashamed of their wanton, monstrous behavior to face each other.


A moment later, Panthia entered, and tauntingly added to the mortified shame of the two renowned guardians of virtue.


That night, in their cheerless cell, three brokenhearted, former superheroines, shorn of all past glories, of all virtue and honor, pondered the catastrophic end to their crimefighting careers, and their horrifyingly degrading futures.




The End.