WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, rape, bestiality and other adult themes. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Two months had passed since the events depicted in Super Mother's Day.  Things had settled down to a smooth routine at Morganna's Clinic.  The Trollish Witch Morganna Morgul, on her way to the stable for her early morning ride, paused to survey her picture gallery.  On the wall, were life sized pictures of beloved superheroines, Silver Valkyrie, Justice Lady, Supergran and Superlass, all shown in triumphant poses of victory, so different from their present humbled circumstances.

"Hmm!  Just one picture missing!" Morganna mused, as she gloated over the representations of her prized possessions.

At the stable, Morganna's pal, Shyster Dame, was just bringing out their 'mounts'.  The two evil villainesses did not deign to ride horses about the park like grounds of Morganna's Clinic!  Why should they?  They had their captive superheroines, the unfortunate Silver Valkyrie and Justice Lady to carry them.

The competitive Shyster Dame challenged her sister villainess to a race.  Her mount, the larger, stronger Justice Lady carrying the somewhat lesser weight of Shyster Dame, soon pulled ahead of the heavier Morganna on the smaller Silver Valkyrie, and built up a substantial lead.  Then, just as Shyster Dame was confident of victory...

As Morganna reached the finish line, she turned in the "saddle" to gloat.

Chagrined by Morganna's triumph, Shyster Dame furiously aimed one final kick at her hapless, enslaved superheroine mount.

While the two villainess enjoyed their morning ride, Morganna's sister, Leticia Luther, who with her daughter Wendy was spending a few days visiting, oversaw the venerable Grand Dame of Superheroines, Supergran, in her domestic chores.

As Supergran agonizingly scrubbed floors, Morganna and Shyster Dame returned from their ride.  Shyster Dame took the two humiliated superheroines to the kitchen.  Meanwhile, Morganna looked for her niece, Wendy. Not finding her in her room she checked the kitchen, where Shyster Dame was feeding, what passed for breakfast, to the unfortunate superheroine captives.

"Have you seen Wendy, Shyst?"  Morganna asked.

"I think she took that young bitch, whatyacall her, Superlass out to the stable, to show her that new burro, you had shipped here, from Tijuana!"

"Oh yes, Wendy seems quite taken with the burro!  She named him Eeyore!  Isn't that cute!  Even though she's quite the young lady now, the little girl still comes out in her now and then!"  The proud aunt gushed over her favorite niece.  "Well, as long as she's having fun, I can wait and talk to her this afternoon, after lunch!"

As it happened, sixteen year old Wendy was indeed indulging her girlish fantasies in the stable, and sharing them with the wretchedly unhappy Superlass.  A short while before Wendy had entered the cell where Superlass was confined.

Though shorn of her super powers, like her grandmother and Silver Valkyrie, by the insidious Blue Stone, and weakened by frightful abuse, Superlass indignantly refused to obey the younger girl. Even after the horrors she had endured, there was no way she'd take orders from a kid she used to baby-sit for.  Wicked Wendy soon taught her erstwhile baby-sitter who was boss, now!   The wiry younger girl quickly overwhelmed the tall, full figured, young crimefighter with sheer viciousness, smacking her face from side to side until Superlass was dizzied by pain, then twisting her arm behind her back, with expert skill.

Wendy swiftly forced her dizzied victim to the stable.

"Hey, Dopeylass, you make a good brood mare!"  Wendy chortled as the fiendish burro mounted and raped the screaming young crimefighter.  "Maybe Eeyore'll have better luck knockin' you up, than Spot did!  If you have a kid, we can name it Super ASS!"

As the woeful Supergran painfully scrubbed the floor, Leticia was called away a moment. The venerable superheroine, proud spirit shattered by defeat and suffering, continued her painful task without slacking, too terrified of her Mistress, Leticia, to dare offend her.

When Leticia returned, Supergran was about finished; Leticia removed the brushes and gave the venerated crimefighter a new order.

When the weeping Supergran reached the stable, she found a sight that broke her heart. Teenage Wendy was disappearing from view, laughing with malicious glee. On the ground, moaning pitifully, lay her granddaughter Betty or Superlass. Over the beautiful blond girl, stood a braying burro, it's huge member still engorged, in the aftermath of bestial rape.  Supergran tenderly carried her sobbing granddaughter to her cell.