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

SuperGwendoline was born with super powers, nine months after her naive, young mother, SweetGwendoline, yielded the ultimate erotic tribute to the Kryptonian Man Of Steel, in gratitude for his saving her from the perverted clutches of the evil Sir D'Arcy Dastardly-D'Arcy. Though not his acknowledged heir, SuperGwendoline, in her cheerful red and yellow costume, followed in her long departed father's footsteps; fighting crime, righting wrongs, performing good deeds, and crusading for truth and virtue.

Our delectable, somewhat top heavy heroine was hot on the trail of the Dark Demoness, cat burglar extraordinaire.  In an airborne pursuit, she hunted the flying villainess to D'Arcy Castle.

"Why this is right near the humble cottage, where my dear mother was born!"  SuperGwen mused, as she alighted on the turret of one of the castle's many towers.

Little did our lovely heroine know, that the Dark Demoness was, in reality, Lady Erotiqua Dastardly-D'Arcy, the equally evil daughter of her mother's nemesis, Sir D'Arcy Dastardly-D'Arcy. SuperGwendoline could never have dreamed that Lady Erotiqua had discovered, in a long buried, ancient sub-dungeon of the moldering old D'Arcy Castle, the long lost D'Arcy family heirlooms, the Tiara and Girdle of Dark Power. These D'Arcy heirlooms imparted super powers, of an evil nature, to any member of the ancient family to possess them.

Speeding through the winding corridors of the castle, SuperGwendoline soon came face to face with her dastardly quarry.

To SuperGwendoline's surprise, instead of surrendering quietly, as most wrongdoers did when confronted by the busty blond heroine's formidable presence, Dark Demoness struck her on the jaw.  What was even more amazing, to the dauntless heroine, was that the blow stung her jaw and left her feeling a little giddy. SuperGwen was even more surprised, a moment later, when Dark Demoness drove a hard fist into her delectable little tummy,  taking her breath completely away.

 Dark Demoness swiftly demonstrated that the first two punches were no flukes.

Dazed and confused, by the unexpected attack, and the accompanying pain, something totally new to her experience, SuperGwendoline found it near impossible to mount any counter-attack. Consequently, Dark Demoness battered the gallant, bouncing blond, relentlessly, with her deadly fists.

As Dark Demoness battered the tousled blond superheroine about the hall of the old castle, she murmured half to herself.  "'It's so fortunate that Pater insisted I learn the art of fisticuffs! He always said that, for some reason, despite the distinction of our ancient lineage, people seemed to resent and dislike our family, and I must learn to defend our family honour!"

As another fist struck her jaw, SuperGwendoline remembered Auntie U69 often urging her to take Karate lessons. Unfortunately, SuperGwen thought that would be unsporting, on top of her super powers.  Now she was paying the price of her sense of fair play, to an opponent who had no appreciation of the concept.

Neither was the dastardly Dark Demoness above using her feet, to savagely kick her well-endowed, tousled blond opponent.

Sometimes, Dark Demoness used her elbow in a foul rabbit punch, as well.

Of course, the evil D'Arcy heiress was not above choking her foe, when the opportunity presented itself.

Knowing she had seriously weakened her virtuous opponent, Dark Demoness pushed SuperGwen down on he back, and straddling that pulchritudinous form, punched her head back and forth, until the plucky superheroine was nearly unconscious.

When SuperGwendoline's well rounded body was nearly limp, Dark Demoness rose, and pulled her dizzy foe to her feet, as well.  Poor SuperGwen could hardly stand on her trembling legs.

As Super Gwendoline tottered helplessly, unable to defend herself, Dark Demoness grabbed her by the neck and cocked her fist. SuperGwendoline struggled to get loose, but Dark Demoness's attack had left her too weak and dizzy.

"How can this be happening?"  SuperGwendoline wondered, unhappily. "Can evil really be triumphing over good?"   For the first time in her illustrious, crime fighting career, the valiant, tousled blond superheroine was forced to admit that she was beaten. SuperGwendoline weakly croaked out her surrender, to the dastardly villainess.

"Wh-what are you going to do to me, now?" SuperGwendoline quavered, nervously. It was terribly distressing, not to mention humiliating, for a world famous superheroine to be beaten up, and captured, by the very evildoer she was pursuing!

"Well, my Dear Gel, you have been an annoyance, chasing me all over the countryside!  So boring!  Rally it is!  I think you must be punished for your lower-class presumption. A good spanking is just what you need, to begin with, I think!"

"Don't be ridiculous!  You cant' spank me!  I'm a grown up woman!  Only children are spanked! Certainly not superheroines!"  SuperGwendoline blurted out, in shocked disbelief. "Why this woman must be mad!"  She thought.

"We'll see about that!"  Dark Demoness laughed, as she took off  her mask, smiling cynically at the blond heroine's naiveté.

"Oh My goodness!  I know you!  Why you're Lady Erotiqua Dastardly-D'Arcy, that awful Sir D'Arcy's daughter. Your father was an evil man, who vilely persecuted my poor, dear mother.

"Yass! History repeats itself, I suppose!" Lady Erotiqua drawled, in reply to SuperGwendoline's surprise. "Be that as it may, though, I propose to be comfortable, before we proceed!  This cat suit is terribly uncomfortable for boudoir games, don'tcha know!"

Super Gwendoline, demurely looked away, as her captoress removed her cat suit. It certainly wasn't proper to see another girl's naked body.

As Lady Erotiqua got comfortable, SuperGwendoline thought. "A spanking!  How absurd, and barbaric!  Why people don't even spank children, these days!  Well, it can't hurt me, anyway!" SuperGwen remembered an incident from her childhood, a little smugly.  Of course, her sweet, sweet mother would never think of such a thing, as corporal punishment, but once, Aunt U69  decided that she needed a good thrashing. Even that stern disciplinarian was thwarted, though, by little Gwennie's  inherited invulnerability!   Auntie had almost broken her hand, on the super tot's steely posterior.

"It'll serve this nasty Lady Erotiqua right, if she actually tries such an outlandish thing, and hurts her hand!" SuperGwendoline thought, a little snidely.

By now, Lady Erotiqua had gotten comfortable, and broke into her captive's reverie. "I suppose you're thinking that your invulnerable hide will protect you from a spanking, eh, Gel?

Oh, how did that awful woman know what she was thinking?  SuperGwen wondered, a little nervously.

"Well it won't! Not at all!"  Lady Erotiqua went on, confidently.  "You see, in anticipation of this moment, I ordered a Kryptonite hairbrush, from the Supervillainess Mail order catalog, last month!"

"A-a-a Kr-kryptonite hair bush!! Oh my goodness!  That's the one thing thing that can hurt my invulnerable little heiny!"   SuperGwendoline thought in shocked horror.

Even so, SuperGwen gritted her teeth, and tilted her head, defiantly.   She'd show this Lady Erotiqua person, that no villiainess could intimidate SuperGwendoline!!

Lady Erotiqua advanced on the yellow-caped crusader, brandishing a green-tipped hairbrush.  At it's proximity, SuperGwen experienced a wave of giddy weakness. She stoutly stood her ground, though.

"I'm not scared of you!"  SuperGwendoline burst out, bravely.  Yet, her bee stung, lower lip trembled as she spoke.

The next thing the plucky crimefighter knew, the dastardly scion of the evil D'Arcys grabbed her  shoulder, and masterfully pulled the struggling blond heroine across her lap. SuperGwendoline squealed in shocked indignation, when the vile creature, then, had the temerity, to pull her red and yellow spangled briefs down around her ripe thighs, completely denuding the sweetest treasure of all her manifold charms.

Lady Erotiqua did not hesitate. She was scarcely one to "spare the rod."  Her strong right arm rose and fell with fiendish power. As the humiliated, frightened superheroine kicked and screamed for mercy, Lady Erotiqua gloated in triumph. "Oh, Pater would be so proud!"

Erotiqua finally let her up, and SuperGwendoline rubbed her sore, burning heiny, and hung her head in shame at her humiliation.

"Now, I think you should apologize for the annoyance that you've caused to your betters!"  Lady Erotiqua announced, smugly.

"M-me apologize?" SuperGwendoline gasped, in shocked distress.

"Unless you'd rather I give you another spanking!"

SuperGwendoline knew, only too well, that she didn't want that at all.

"I'm sorry, Erotiqua!"  The abashed crimefighter mumbled.

In sudden anger, Erotiqua slapped SuperGwen's face. Her fury was such that she nearly took the poor, dear girl's head off.  "You will always address me as M'lady, as befits your inferior station!" She sneered.

"I'm sorry, M'lady!"  SuperGwen blurted out, contritely; by now she was terrified of the intimidating aristocrat.

"Just to make sure, you're sincere, perhaps you should repeat your apology, while you kiss my boot?"  The evil aristocrat sneered.  She pushed poor SuperGwen down on the floor, and our unhappy heroine, whimperingly kissed Erotiqua's boot, as she repeated her expression of remorse, for vexing the evil villainess.

When Lady Erotiqua finally allowed the chastened superheroine to stand, SuperGwen started to pull her costume panties up, but found that the pain in her delectable, but well blistered nether cheeks was too intense for that.  Instead, she sought to conceal her intimate feminine charms beneath her bright yellow cape.  Her modest gesture infuriated Lady Erotiqua, who tore the cape from her neck in annoyance.

After Erotiqua tore her cape from her shoulders, SuperGwen tried to flee in panic, from the cruel aristocrat, but Lady Erotiqua caught her from behind, and brazenly fondled her denuded figure.

"Why SuperGwendoline, you Shameless Slut, your little pussy is all wet! You must have liked me spanking your fat bottom, and making you kiss my boots!"  Lady Erotiqua chided her.

"I-I d-did not!" SuperGwen quavered, indignantly, but in her pure heart, she knew she was excited, in a way she never had been excited, before.  Oooh, but SuperGwen wished the awful woman would take her hand away from there!  The way those cruel fingers were playing with her, was terribly disturbing.

Lady Erotiqua arrogantly pulled her trembling, superheroine captive around, to face her, and with dominant assurance, kissed the delightful girl, full on the lips. Her sharp tongue darted inside SuperGwen's mouth in possessive exploration.

SuperGwendoline virtuously resisted Lady Erotiqua's evil, sapphic advances.  Irked by her vicitm's spirited resisitance, the debauched aristocrat roughly twisted SuperGwen's arm behind her back, to better subdue her.  In the struggle, SuperGwen's bodice was pulled down off her bosom.  Newly exposed to the cool damp air of the ancient castle, SuperGwen's delicious rosebud nipples crinkled, charmingly.

Holding SuperGwen's captive wrist, painfully in place with just one hand, Lady Erotiqua fondled our sweet heroine's delectable little pussy, as she licked the bountiful flesh of her irresistably appealing, nude bosom.

Tiring of SuperGwendoline's maidenly protests of virtue, the rash Lady Erotiqua flung the chaste super maiden to the floor, and threatening our hapless heroine's most vulnerable and sweet treasure with her claw, forced our darling to render her the ultimate, erotic tribute.

SuperGwendoline had surrendered her sweet, maidenly mouth to Lady Erotiqua's sapphic debauchery.  Now, our violated heroine prayed that the horrible dominatrix would let her go free.  Instead, SuperGwen's heavy heart sank even further, when Lady Erotiqua announced, that though she had an appointment in London, (something about a tower and crown jewels) she had further  plans for her unfortunate captive.

"But what shall we do with you for the night, eh Gel? Ah, luckily I also ordered a set of Kryptonite restraints from the catalog. No villainess should be without them!  We shall make you, uh shall we say 'comfortable' for the night, and then we shall settle your future, at our leisure, in the morning!"

Despite the stated urgency of her appointment, Lady Erotiqua took sufficient time to try out a number of different arrangements, before she was finally satisfied.

Next morning, when Lady Erotiqua released her firmly disciplined captive, from her horrendously uncomfortable restraints, she was in an extremely  benevolent mood, for a super villainess, at least. Her late night errand had been incredibly successful.

As poor SuperGwendoline stood trembling in terror of her cruel captoress, Lady Erotiqua chortled.  "I think we both see, that under that strong, impregnable Superheroine exterior, you're really just a wimpy, little masochist like your mother, Gwendoline.  You need a firm hand to guide you!  Isn't that so, Gel?"

"Y-yes, M-M'Lady!"  SuperGwendoline murmured, miserably, too terrified to dare contradict the stern Lady Erotiqua.

"'Since it doesn't suit your servile, cringing nature, you shall give up all this Superheroine nonsense!  >From now on, you shall stay here, with me, at D'Arcy Castle!  I shall keep you firmly in hand, so you don't get into trouble!  We will find a suitable occupation for you!  As it happens, the position of lady's maid is open at the moment!  For some reason, none of your predecessors ever stayed long, with me, but I'm sure that won't happen with you! WILL IT?"

"N-no, M'lady!"  Poor Gwen quavered, crushed at hearing her sentence of servitude.

"Of course, we are shorthanded here at the castle!  Good servants are so hard to find these days!  You shall have to 'double in brass', so to speak. You shall assist the groom in cleaning the stables.  Perhaps scrub the floors...on hands and knees of course; we do have miles of corridor floors in this drafty old pile.  You can help cook, as substitute scullery scut, in the kitchen. Oh yes, you'll do the windows; there are five hundred rooms, and every one has at least three windows. Luckily, with your super powers, you'll be able to keep up, I think, especially since you won't want to disappoint me!"

"Yes M'lady!"  Poor SuperGwen answered, tears in her eyes, as she miserably looked forward to an eternity of domestic drudgery.

"Now, as to remuneration. Pater always said that no gel is worth more than ten guineas a year, and I'm inclined to agree with him, especially in your case. Of course, you shall pay for your own uniforms out of that amount!"

"Yes M'lady!"  Gwen nearly sobbed.

"Good!  Now that everything is settled, why don't you go to the housekeeper, and get a maid's uniform.  Then it will be time for you to draw my bath!"

With a servile curtsy, the former superheroine, now MaidGwendoline scampered off, in unhappy obedience to her Mistress's command.