WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE, TORTURE,  AND N/C SEXUAL ACTS.  IT IS NOT MEANT FOR CHILDREN, AND SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY MATURE ADULTS, OVER THE AGE OF TWENTY-ONE.
 

Note: Once again, my thanks to the author of "The Doctor, A Lois Lane Story" on Diana's
Wonder Woman page, for several suggestions, incorporated in Part 15, and the upcoming part 16.

Synopsis: Catwoman captured, dominated and corrupted Batgirl, and turned her into Catgirl, an
evil, junior clone of herself.  The renegade crimefighter helped Catwoman capture, and break
the spirits of Supergirl, Wonder Woman and Queen Hippolyta, and herself captured Batman's
young crime fighting partner Robin, as well as the adorable Mary Marvel, the World's Mightiest Girl.  In her arrogance, Catwoman conquered Paradise Island, and made herself Queen. Though, Catgirl allowed  Mary Marvel to escape, and thereby fell into disgrace, she recaptured the forlorn fugitive, and then doubly distinguished herself, in evil, by defeating and capturing the redoubtable Ms. Liberty.

"Really, Catgirl!  We must do something about this overabundance, this superfluity, this veritable plethora of superheroines.  Since you recaptured Mary Marvel, and then captured Ms. Liberty we are overstocked with superheroines.  They are under foot, everywhere.  It's becoming a financial drain just to feed them all!  They all have extremely healthy appetites.  It's like feeding a barnfull of Percheron mares!  Think of something!"  Catwoman snapped one morning to her chief assistant.

Once more securely entrenched in Catwoman's good graces, such as those were, Catgirl looked startled, thinking.  "How the heck should I know what to do with them?  You've put me through a enough hell, catching the bitches!" However, she smiled sweetly, and racking her brain, for an idea, finally murmured lamely.  "Can we sell them?"

"Well, I'm certainly not giving them away, for free!"  The greedy, crime boss snorted, indignantly.  "But how?  One doesn't advertise in the classified:  "Used, Slightly Damaged, Superheroine for sale!'  does one?"

"Not in the newspapers, maybe!"  Said Catgirl, suddenly coming up with an idea.  "But what about the internet?  People do anything there!  We could list one on ebay, maybe?"

"Very good, Dear!  Arrange it!"  Catwoman replied imperiously, with an airy wave of her hand. "Which one, shall it be, though? They each have a special place in my heart!"

"I kinda' had some more plans for Mary Marvel?"  Catgirl whined.

"Yes, yes, all right!  You may keep her a while longer!  She's always a danger, loose, anyway!  And, I must admit, I've developed a certain fondness for Wondie and her buxom dam, Hippy!  They're both becoming so...so...so domesticated , shall we say!  Anyway, someone could use them as political pawns against my regime on Paradise Island!  Of course, neither of them have enough gumption left, to be much threat on their own!  I've made sure of that!"  Catwoman crowed proudly.

"Yeah, and I suppose we have to keep Soupie, because of Mr. Bubbuh?" Catgirl replied, almost snarling at the necessity.

"Yes Dear, we must!  Diplomatic recognition of Paradise Island, and our seat in the United nations have proved invaluable to our enterprises.  Why making the Catlair, the official Paradise Island Embassy means we have full diplomatic immunity!  Those adorable, blond curls bobbing between Mr. Bubbuh's knees, have made me several fortunes!"

"What about that big, green one, those two morons, Suzy and Barbie, caught?" Catgirl sneered, maliciously.

"Now Dear, we're not a little "green' with envy ourselves, are we?  I thought it very sweet of the girls, to do that, for me!"  Catwoman replied.  She pondered a moment, and then added.  "I don't think she'd bring much of a price, though!  She's not really to every one's taste, if you know what I mean!  All those muscles, and that odious hue to her skin!  Why she clashes with every thing, a decorator's nightmare!  I don't  know where the girl's found her? I didn't think there was anything like her, in "our universe'!  Anyway, I don't want to hurt Suzy and Barbie's feelings.  I was quite touched, that they went out and caught a superheroine for me, as a birthday gift.  I'm going to promote both of them! Such initiative should be encouraged and rewarded.  It seems everyone else around here has to be goaded into making any sort of contribution!"  Catwoman said, pointedly looking at her aide.

Catgirl rapidly changed the subject, before Catwoman launched into her "I'm not appreciated, long suffering, misunderstood" spiel.  Of course, her own birthday gift, a ten pound box of chocolates, had looked pretty lame, when those two insufferable, insubordinate  bitches, brought in the giant, green heroine, all gift wrapped, and hanging on a pole. The best thing was to agree with the irascible feline, and change the subject.

"Yes, you're right, as always Mistress!  Anyway, I understand the overgrown oaf is replacing three tractors on your marijuana farm, and the estate manger would hate to lose her!"

"I guess that just leaves the other new one, Ms. Liberty!  Well, easy come easy go!  See to it!"

"Easy come, for you, Cat bitch!  It was my sweet, delicate, little rear end on the line, catching her!"  Catgirl fumed silently, as she sped off to carry out her newest assignment, her large, very well upholstered behind waggling with robust animation.

Ms. Liberty cowered, naked, on the stone floor, huddled in a corner of her cell.  The cell was damp and chilly, but the voluptuous, full-figured blonde was shivering, perhaps more from fright, than from the cold.

"Oh why did I ever go back to crimefighting?"  Ms. Liberty wondered, miserably, her big, fully formed bosom trembling in dread.  Even alone in her cell, she modestly, though vainly, tried to cover her mortifying nakedness.  She felt so vulnerable and helpless, a distressing feeling for the once mighty superheroine.  Defeat had been traumatic!  Catgirl had viciously stripped her costume from her voluptuous body, taking her super powers along with it.  Now, enforced continuing nakedness was a constant reminder of her defeat and humiliating failure.

Hard as she tried, Ms. Liberty just couldn't put that awful scene from her mind.  It was so awful to think about that final degradation, when proud Ms. Liberty begged and cried for mercy, while that dreadful, young upstart spanked her mature bottom.  Worse to remember the terrible aftermath, when she'd responded so embarrassingly to the cruel  abuse.

"Oh I'm not like that!"  Ms. Liberty tried to tell herself, but, just the thought of her shaming surrender, brought back that terrible, forbidden rush of sensual excitement.

"Oh Dear Heaven!  I am a depraved slut!"  The gorgeous, blonde crimefighter, renowned for virtue and purity of heart, despondently admitted, as she valiantly fought off the evil temptation to relieve the sudden erotic itch in her loins.

Just then, the cell door clanged open.  Catgirl stood in the doorway, grinning maliciously down at the unfortunate captive.

The mature, abundantly endowed crimefighter cringed further into her corner, in terror of the younger woman.  She'd learned to dread the smaller girl's dominance.  Catgirl had stripped away all her self-respect and dignity, just as she tore away her proud costume.  The evil girl had made her willingly do such awful things, terrible things no self-respecting superheroine could ever believe possible.

"Get your fat butt up here, Liberty!"   Catgirl commanded.  "We're going to take some pictures of you!"

"Oh please, no!  Not like this!"  Ms. Liberty wept, terribly aware of her mortifying nudity.  Seeing the leering cameraman behind Catgirl, she vainly tried to scrunch up, and cover her super abundant charms with her nervous, fluttering hands.

Catgirl grabbed the terrified, blonde woman by that awful demeaning hold on her ear.  Catgirl loved humiliating the older heroine, with the childish hold. She never forgot, that Ms. Liberty was the superheroine she most idolized, when she was little girl.  Now, that she'd turned to evil, it was all the more satisfying, to torment and degrade the heroine of her childhood.   She hauled Ms. Liberty to her feet, almost tearing her ear off.

"Move, when I give you an order, you fat, blonde bimbo!"  Catgirl snarled at the cowering superheroine.

"Y-yes, Mistress!  I'm sorry, Ma'am!"  Ms. Liberty wept, contritely.

Catgirl poked her figure into Ms. Liberty's tummy.  It was soft, losing tone. The unfortunate superheroine was too depressed to exercise since her capture, and, in her misery, she looked to the dinner table for consolation. Catwoman fed her prisoners well, not liking to see scrawny bodies around her. "Lean and hungry superheroines are always a danger!"  Was a favorite cat aphorism.

"Suck in that fat gut for the pictures, you lazy slut!"  Catgirl snarled. "Now, put your hands on your overgrown hips, and spin around, slowly!"

Catgirl had stripped away all of that proud, aloof dignity, that was once Ms. Liberty's trademark, along with her costume.  Weeping silently in shame, the opulently formed superheroine obeyed the harsh command, shamelessly displaying her ripely curved charms to the camera.

"Get a good shot of that big rear end!"  Catgirl said to the cameraman.  "Some people are turned on by big, fat behinds like that, especially in the Mideast, where most of the buyers are!"  Then the evil, young redhead snickered.  "Yeah, Liberty, how would you like some oil sheik sticking it up your big, hind end?"

"Oh, Dear God!"   Ms. Liberty gulped in terror.  "They're going to sell me, as a sex slave!"  It was a terrifying prospect, even for the bravest of superheroines, but did she feel just the slightest tingle of excitement, at thought of the rape and shameful abuse, of her delectable body.

"Maybe, I should have you lean over, and spread your butt cheeks for the camera, huh, Liberty?"

"Oh Dear God!  Please don't make me do that, Mistress!"  Ms. Liberty wept, and sank to her knees at Catgirl's feet.  "Please!"  She whimpered plaintively, looking up to the cruel, young girl, who had enslaved her so easily, and degraded her so thoroughly.  She slavishly kissed Catgirl's hand in supplication.

"Oh stop slobbering!  Nobody wants to see your fat, gross behind!" Catgirl giggled, delighted by the look of terror in her mature victim's cowed, blue eyes.  Then she smirked.  "All right!  Enough slop!  Why don't you get up and do a little dance for the camera, Granny!"

Tears streaming down her face, Ms. Liberty stood up and awkwardly pirouetted, and danced around the cramped cell, her huge breasts bouncing, in wild abandon about her chest.

"Watch out you don't hit anything with one of those sandbags!"  Catgirl snickered.

"Now, for some costume shots!"  Catgirl announced, when Ms. Liberty was puffing at the strenuous routine.  A kitten who had been waiting outside the cell, brought in some familiar looking garments. For one wild moment of hope, Ms. Liberty thought it was her own power giving costume, but Catgirl rapidly dashed that forlorn hope.

"Don't get all excited Granny!  It's just a replica for the camera!  Naturally, your real costume is being analyzed by Catwoman's Amazon scientists!  I'm sure we'll make some profit by it!  Exploiting you dumb, bimbo, superheroines has made Catwoman the richest woman in the world.  Now, she sends a charity turkey to Bill Gates on Thanksgiving!"  Catgirl chortled.

At a gesture from Catgirl, Ms. Liberty obediently donned the ersatz uniform.  Wearing this hateful sham was worse than her enforced nakedness.  She could never forgive herself, knowing she had betrayed her sacred trust, by losing, and disgracing,  the original costume.  It was distressing to find the costume fit very tightly, her well upholstered curves straining the seams.

Catgirl posed Ms. Liberty in her proud, power stance, hands on hips, bosom thrust out boldly, for the first costume picture.  Poor Ms. Liberty certainly didn't feel proud or bold, and Catgirl had to poke and prod her, and snarl like a drill sergeant, before she was satisfied.

"Suck in that fat gut! Straighten that limp spine!  Brace those tits, so we can see your belly button!"

Catgirl next posed poor Ms. Liberty, with the halter pulled down from one breast, so a nipple peeped shyly over the top, then she thrust Ms. Liberty's hand inside the costume briefs.  When Catgirl forced her hand against her crotch, Ms. Liberty felt her pussy overflowing in immodest excitement, and for one hopeless moment, she nearly shamed herself, by relieving her lascivious craving.  Catgirl artfully pulled a lock of golden hair in charming disarray over one eye.  The chaste, righteous superheroine now looked wantonly abandoned, a superheroine slut, ready for the brothel bed.

"I must say, you look pretty hot, for an old broad!"  Catgirl grinned admiring her handiwork.

Catgirl seemed done, but then she had another idea.  "You know, most of the potential buyers, get real turned on seeing one of you smug, uptight, self righteous do-gooders get your just reward!  I think we should repeat the final conclusion of our little tryst last week!"

"Oh, no! Please!"  Ms. Liberty wailed in alarm, as the attendant Kitten brought in a chair, and  Catgirl sat down.

"Get your fat, superheroine butt over here, and drape yourself over my lap!"  Catgirl commanded icily, when Ms. Liberty failed to comply to a wave of her imperious hand.

A cold fist clutched Ms. Liberty's heart. She knew better than to defy that heartless tone. Head hanging in shame, the cowed crimefighter reluctantly stumbled over to the cruel, seated feline, and gingerly laid her large, buxom body, face down across Catgirl's ample lap.

"Oh Damn! I should have brought a hair brush!"  Catgirl snorted, as she slid Ms. Liberty's briefs down, exposing the superheroine's big, round, bottom cheeks, already atremble with fear.  "Well I'm sure my hand will do nicely, on that fat, soft backside of yours!"

Catgirl raised her arm, and smacked Ms. Liberty's ripely formed behind with stinging power.  The crack of her hand echoed beyond the cell.  Next door, Mary Marvel's own muscularly curved, well blistered backside tingled in sympathy. "Oh how can that devil do that to a superheroine, who's been an inspiration to us all?"  She wondered.

Ms. Liberty squealed in shock. Ooh, that stung!  Catgirl had only intended to pose the scene, but now that the unfortunate crimefighter lay helplessly at her mercy, that fist squeal was music to her ears.  Once started, she didn't pause, until she roasted Ms. Liberty's delectably plump backside, a fiery red.

Ms. Liberty sobbed and shrieked at every slap.  Shorn of all pride and self-respect, the broken spirited superheroine had no heart to repress her cries; she begged and pleaded, shamelessly.

Finally, Catgirl had enough, for the moment, any way.  "All right!  Get up!"  She laughed.  Thankfully, Ms. Liberty got off that odious girl's lap.  She gingerly rubbed the plump curves of her ripe derriere, to ease the pain.

"Get one of that!"  Catgirl told the cameraman.  She stood up, and approached the chastened crimefighter. "Here!  Leave that hand on your fat, red butt, and then put your other thumb in your mouth!"  She ordered, with an evil leer.

The leering cameraman was only too happy to record the esteemed superheroine's mortifying downfall.  Years before, he had served a prison term, when the dreaded, blonde bombshell of righteousness busted his pornography operation.  He remembered Mighty Ms. Liberty as invincible, and unassailably dignified, then, a veritable blonde goddess of justice.

How the mighty had fallen!  Catgirl had shattered Ms Liberty's invincibility, and shorn her of all her unassailable dignity, reducing her to a terrified, sobbing object of sexual abuse.  The heroine's proud uniform was in tattered disarray, the briefs tangled about her strong white thighs, and one huge breast tumbling from her halter, seductively displaying her opulent, mature charms.  A tearful, heartsick expression clouded Ms. Liberty's beautiful, womanly face, half veiled by a tangle of blond hair.

Grinning in delight, the unreformed pornographer  took several shots of Ms. Liberty rubbing her blazing, spanked behind, head hanging in shame, while she sucked her thumb, with infantile enthusiasm, in the frightened, tearful humiliated pose of a punished child.

"Okay, that should do it! There sure is a lot of "t and a' THERE!"Catgirl chortled maliciously, as she dismissed the cameraman and the attendant Kitten.

When she was alone with her superheroine victim, Catgirl sneered.  "Aren't you going to kiss me goodby, Liberty?  You know you want to!"

Kissing her evil, little tormentor, was the last thing in the world Ms. Liberty wanted to do.  Catgirl was fully aware of the chaste heroine's abhorrence, and made it point, to always insist on the degrading, little ceremony.  Ms. Liberty knew what was expected.  Catgirl had destroyed all heart and will to resist.  She distastefully, but compliantly, bent her once stiff neck to reach the shorter woman's grinning face.  Better to get the demeaning chore over with, as quickly as possible.

Ms. Liberty reluctantly parted her ripe lips, as she pressed them against Catgirl's cruel mouth.   Catgirl slid her tongue inside Ms. Liberty's mouth and french kissed her.  Despite her righteous revulsion, Ms. Liberty's knees grew weak and she reluctantly returned the kiss.  Oh, why did she always succumb to the evil, young villainess's cruel dominance?

"Oh, Liberty!  That spanking made you so hot!"  Catgirl giggled, pushing the bigger woman back against the wall, her cruel hands roaming over the reluctant heroines rich curves.  She fondled Ms. Liberty's exposed breast, toying with the thrusting, erect nipple, until it tingled in submission.

Catgirl sank back down in the chair, she'd used for the mortifying spanking, pulling the trembling, blonde crimefighter with her.  It was always such a delight to have some reluctant superheroine crouched miserably between her legs!  Catgirl still found that, the most exciting of sports!

Just then, the beeper on the Catbelt began to bleat imperiously.  "Oh Damn it!  What does Catty want now?"  Catgirl snorted, furiously.

Catgirl knew better than to keep her imperious Mistress waiting.  With an angry shove, she pushed the thankful Ms. Liberty aside and strode to the door.  Before she slammed it, she turned and snapped.  "We'll finish this later, Blondie!"

As soon as the evil girl was gone, Ms. Liberty tore the odious replica of her uniform, off her body.  She couldn't bear the horrible sham touching the ripe flesh, of her richly endowed body.   It was the symbol of defeat and shameful surrender, and the frightening future of degrading, depraved slavery, that faced her.  Once more naked, Ms. Liberty slunk back to her corner, and miserably threw herself down the floor.  She buried her beautiful face in her arms, and sobbed in despairing terror of her fate.  "Oh Dear God!  It's what I deserve for surrendering to that depraved little bitch!"

A few hours later back in Catwoman's chambers, Catgirl showed her depraved mistress, the proofs of the pictures of Ms. Liberty's degradation.

"Oh, they're all so delicious!"   Catwoman crowed.  "It's hard to choose the best ones for the web sale!  Catgirl you should have been a motion picture director!"

"Why thank you, Mistress!" Catgirl cooed.

"This one of the big, sanctimonious booby sucking her thumb and rubbing her sore behind is priceless!  Even in the picture, it's clear you really blistered her big, fat bottom!  I just know that one will add immeasurably to her sale price!"

"Oh speaking of motion pictures, Mistress!  I have some tapes you might enjoy of Wondie and her beefy Mom!  I got them during your State visit to Paradise Island!  You'll never believe what the nasty sluts were up to!"  Catgirl snickered, with a salacious wink.

Shortly, Catwoman was guffawing  uproariously, as she and her evil protégée watched the tape of Queen Hippolyta and her Princess daughter surrendering to mutual passion, in assuaging their harrowing misery.

"Oh such delicacy!  Such mutual love and respect!  Why those Royal Amazon bimbos make Sapphic incest look wholesome and boring.  We must do something to spice up their relationship!"  Catwoman leered as the tape ended.

"Well, I've noticed that it really tears Wondie up, when she has to watch us abuse her mother, but at the same time it totally fascinates her!"  Catgirl offered.

"Really!"  Catwoman replied in some surprise at Catgirl's perspicacity. She had noticed the same thing, but it always surprised her, when her somewhat dense subordinate showed signs of keen observation.  "Perhaps we shall exploit that little weakness!  Have the perverted wantons brought here, immediately "

A short while later, Kitten Barbie ushered Wonder Woman and her Regal Mother into the lavish feline, bed chamber.  The two Royal Amazons, were both impressively tall, gloriously beautiful, and strongly made in a warrior mold.  The Queen, as befitted her former regal rank, was the taller and broader of the two Amazon beauties. Yet the Mother, despite a single silver streak in her ebony tresses, seemed scarcely older than her girlishly desirable daughter.  Her warm olive complexion, was clear and unlined, and her magnificent bust bounced airily, like that of a young maiden, despite its truly queenly amplitude.

In bodily form, the Amazon captives were the very ideal of invulnerable, invincible womanhood, yet they both trembled fearfully in the presence of the two small plump felines, who had so often defeated and degraded them. The aloofly beautiful women shrank together in wretched, mutual terror. That these magnificent, queenly women could be so terrorized by anyone, let alone the despicable, feline criminals, seemed an incomprehensible, even blasphemous violation of the right order of things.

"Hippy!  Get down on your belly, and crawl over to me!"  Catwoman snapped, without further ceremony.

Those crackling, black eyes, for so long accustomed to imperious command and the instant obedience of her Amazon followers, flashed in fury for a fraction of a second. Then, the wretched Hippolyta remembered; she was no more the courageous, stouthearted Amazon Queen, but only the contemptible servile toy of this evil villainess, who had beaten her into submission, torn the royal crown from her head, flung her from her throne in disgrace, and then vilely dishonored her. The fierce fire in her eyes died, and with a pathetic little sigh of resignation, Hippolyta bent her tall, magnificent form, and submissively sank down on her hands and knees.

"I said, on your belly, you stupid cow!"  Catwoman snapped, angrily.

Though her black eye glistened with an unshed tear, Hippolyta obediently slithered down on her belly, squashing her enormous, queenly breasts against the cold marble.

Flattened against the floor, Hippolyta's heroically formed bottom cheeks thrust boldly in the air, gleaming like olive hued marble.  The dethroned queen shivered in dread, and the tremor in her splendid haunches accentuated the angry, catspaw brand, that starkly marred their classic beauty, and proclaimed her beastly enslavement.

With a serpentine grace, that even now never deserted her, hapless Hippolyta squirmed ingratiatingly toward her harsh mistress.

"Good Doggie!"  Catwoman purred as the once mighty queen inched nearer.  As she moved, Hippolyta's delightfully muscular buttocks undulated with such fetching charm, that their beauty brought a lump to her adoring daughter's throat.

"Oh, she's so good and beautiful!"   Diana thought, heartbroken to see her noble mother abused so heartlessly.

Lost in adoring admiration of her mother's beauty, Wonder Woman didn't notice Catgirl sidling up beside her, until a sharp slap to her own gorgeous rear end, snapped her from her reverie.  The world renowned crimefighter  squealed in shock.   Her hands clenched angrily.  A forlorn shred of her noble spirit was still dismayed that an Amazon Princess, and invincible superheroine, could be treated so disrespectfully.  Then, her head drooped in silent, shamed realization, that it was her just do, no more than she deserved for defeat and surrender to evil domination.  She could do nothing, but accept the demeaning slap in cowardly silence.

"Oh you Perverted Lecherous Slut!"  Catgirl whispered, in insinuating evil tone. "Ogling your own Mommy's big, fat rear end!  I bet you'd like to strap on a dildo, and screw Mommy's brains out, wouldn't you?"

Wonder Woman shuddered in horror at thought of the appalling perversity, then hung her head in shame, as the revolting image took obstinate hold of her imagination.

Hippolyta reached her feline conquerors feet, and Catwoman cackled. "Show me how you love me, Hippy!"

Long, harsh instruction had taught the unfortunate queen, all too well, what was expected.  Her face flaming in mortification, Hippolyta slavishly kissed Catwoman's boot.

It was heartbreaking, for an Amazon daughter, to watch the dreadful spectacle, as her Mother, the proudest of Amazon Queens, paid such shameful obeisance to the evil villainess.  Wonder Woman tried to look away, but her big blue eyes remained glued to the evil, yet hypnotically erotic sight.

"All right, that's enough!  You're drooling on the leather, you worthless sow!" Catwoman snickered, and Hippolyta laid her cheek, burning in shame, against the cooling marble of the floor, tears further dimming her cowed, black eyes.

Catgirl seated herself in an oversized arm chair, and arrogantly pulled the queen's trembling daughter down onto her lap.  Wonder Woman, so much larger and more powerfully built than her evil tormentor, squirmed in revulsion, but dared not resist.  Giggling in excitement, Catgirl insinuatingly  nibbled on Wonder Woman's shell like ear, and ran her hands over the ripe, nude curves of the Amazon Princess's incredibly voluptuous body, the forbidden wet dream of every lecher in the world.

"Up on your knees, Slut Queen!"  Catwoman's voice snarled in command.

Wonder Woman watched her mother move with royal grace, to kneel upright before the depraved, feline usurper.  Even on her knees at Catwoman's feet, Queen Hippolyta was truly magnificent.  Her broad back, still lance straight, bowed a trifle in tragic obedience, but no suffering and defeat could quite erase the nobility of her regal posture.  Hippolyta's breathtaking bosom, perfectly formed in its immensity, trembled a little as she looked fearfully up at her cruel feline mistress.  Seeing the tiny betrayal of maternal fear, Wonder Woman squirmed uncomfortably.  Oh, but she wished Catgirl would stop playing with her own big, sensitive breasts!  It was so disconcerting!

Catwoman sat down on a wide divan. "Come sit beside me, Hippy!" She sneered. "I've got something for you!"

The deposed queen gingerly sat down, next to the evil feline, who had ruthlessly deposed her.  She perched tensely on the edge of the couch, a light sheen of nervous perspiration bedewing her noble brow. She instinctively knew Catwoman planned some vile torment for her, though  just the proximity of the evil dominatrix, would have been enough to petrify her with fear.  Her queenly heart, that once beat with the fierce pride and unfaltering courage of a lioness, now thumped wildly, in terror.

Catwoman reached into a small box on the table beside her, and brought out an elaborate golden chain.  Hippolyta shuddered, noticing the nipple clamps on either end of the chain.  There was no doubt who they were meant for.  She bit her lip nervously, and her daughter saw the terrible fear in her mother's huge, black eyes.  Princess Diana wanted to weep in sadness, yet along with her sadness was a little thrill of nervous excitement.  Until Catwoman defeated and degraded her noble mother, those  fierce eyes had never known fear.   Oh Dear Hera! Why was it so terribly exciting to see her Mother humbled and abused, now?

Hippolyta visibly trembled, when Catwoman laid her cruel hand on a huge thrusting Amazonian breast, so exquisitely formed and buoyantly carried, despite its immense proportion.  The queen's broad, soldierly shoulders slumped in fearful despair, and her pink tongue darted from her wide, ripe mouth, to moisten her dry lips.

Wonder Woman saw her mothers hands clench, tensely, though she otherwise sat still as a statue. Catwoman diddled the captive queen's nipple until the large spike stiffened like the tip of a war lance.  Catwoman smiled knowingly, as Hippolyta glanced into her tormentor's eyes, in mute appeal, even now too proud to beg for mercy.

Catwoman leaned closer, and kissed the unfortunate queen's wide, ripe-lipped mouth.  Hippolyta's little shudder of apprehension was barely perceptible, as she passively endured the kiss of dominance.  That fearful, little shudder could not escape her keen eyed daughter, perched uncomfortably on Catgirl's lap.  Wonder Woman was breathing heavily in nervous suspense.  "Oh why doesn't the awful bitch do it, and get it over with?  Why must she torment poor Mommy like that?" Yet her resentful revulsion was tinged by ever mounting excitement.

When Catwoman leaned away, Queen Hippolyta hung her head in shame. She ached to wipe her lips clean of the repugnant kiss, but dared not offend her feline mistress.  Catwoman toyed with one of the nipple clamps, deliberately displaying the sharp spikes to her royal victim.  Her feline sadism was rewarded, when she heard the tiniest moan of fear escape Hippolyta's ripe, luscious lips.

Catwoman purposely fumbled with the clasp of the first nipple clamp, letting the queen's fear build. Unable to bear the sight, Hippolyta closed her eyes.  Her head tilted backward in resignation, and her gulp of fear was visible in her graceful swan's throat.  Smiling in evil anticipation, Catwoman fixed the open clamp to the exquisite, spiked nipple.  She waited a long moment, watching Hippolyta's imposing bosom tremble at touch of the cold metal.  Then, she finally touched the tiny latch of the spring lock.

The terrible, toothed clamp snapped shut on the queen's jewel like nipple. The clamp was specially designed by a master craftsman to be devilishly painful.  Wonder Woman saw her mothers knuckles whiten, as the queen clenched her hands even tighter at the inhuman pain.  Her eyes snapped open, hurt and scared, glowing moistly with unshed tears.  Yet the stalwart, queenly Amazon endured her agony silently, biting her trembling lower lip to hold back a shriek.  Sitting rigidly on the edge of the sofa, Hippolyta hardly moved, though now her shudders were quite noticeable.

Watching her mother's terrible pain, Wonder Woman trembled in sympathy, or was it passionate arousal?  In her terrible distress, Hippolyta never looked more desirably, and wantonly, beautiful to her daughter. It was then, Catgirl found Diana's clitoris, and the captive princess shuddered in horror of the bold violation.

"Oh Mistress!  This Amazon slut's pussy  is all wet!  She's hot as a firecracker!  She's really getting off, watching you work on her dear mom!" Catgirl chortled.

"No, no! It's a lie!"  Wonder Woman shouted hysterically, tears running down her beautiful face, even as her excited pussy seemed to eagerly clutch Catgirl's invasive finger.  How could a wholesome, incorruptible Princess of the Amazons ever be sexually aroused by any pain and suffering, particularly that of her own dear mother?

Yet, when Hippolyta glanced at her daughter, she saw the horrible charge was true!  For the fist time, a little sob escaped her lips, at her daughter's heartless betrayal.  The helpless Princess wished more than anything in the world, to run to her mother and beg her forgiveness, but she dared not defy the hated Catgirl.  Oh what kind of unnatural monster was she, to react so to her beloved mothers shame and degradation?

"It's not true!  It's not true!"   Wonder Woman continued to weep pitifully, in shame, yet she was almost grateful for that worm like finger toying with her sexual treasure. In her inmost heart, she knew if Catgirl had not anticipated her, it would be her own hand relieving her perfervid, unnatural, sexual need.

Knowing her vile scheme was working, Catwoman laughed smugly, as she turned her attention to Hippolyta's other breast.

Seeing her mother's face grimace in terror at Catwoman's touch, Wonder Woman nearly exploded in excitement.  Her face flushed hotly, and her eyes grew heavy lidded, as that terrible, forbidden pleasure flooded her loins. She wriggled and squirmed uncontrollably on Catgirl's lap.

"Sit still, you big oaf!"  Catgirl snarled, pinching her Amazon captive's excited clitoris, to subdue her. The sharp pain excited Wonder Woman all the more.

Catwoman snapped the second clamp in place, and the austere queen, her Spartan resistance finally broken, as much by her daughter's betrayal as by the unbearable pain, cried out at the shock. Catwoman grinned in satisfaction, having yet again triumphed and imposed her evil, feline will on mighty Hippolyta, legendary Queen of the Amazons.

Having once lost control, Hippolyta could no longer repress her loud moans, and the welling tears finally overflowed her gleaming, black eyes. The Queen's growing distress only fueled her daughter's passion, though that look of terror and humbled submission on her noble mother's, proud, strong features, nearly broke her heart.

"Now for that sweet little Amazon pussy!" Catwoman smirked, removing another shorter chain from the casket beside her. As on the first chain, there were those devilish clamps on either end.

Hippolyta gazed in horror at the awful device unconsciously clenching her muscularly tapered thighs together, in dread.  "Oh please!  Not there, Mistress!"  The noble Queen whimpered, in the choked voice of a frightened little girl.

"Oh Hippy, you're so sexy, when you beg and whine like that!"  Catwoman answered throatily.  "But I'm afraid I must!  Look how it excites that awful slut daughter of yours!  We wouldn't want to disappoint her, would we?"  Catwoman looked over at Wonder Woman.  "Look at her, she's squirming like a bitch in heat!"

Though inelegantly expressed, it was true!  The Amazon Princess, once celebrated as the most high-minded and pure hearted of superheroines, was indeed squirming and wriggling in a perverted, sensual frenzy, eagerly riding Catgirl's finger in lustful need.  She panted harshly in excitement, and her huge, elegantly up tilted breasts danced in mad abandon about her broad chest.

Sobbing a little louder, Hippolyta hung her head in despondent submission. Catwoman's fingers toyed with her splendid thighs, teasing the sensitive flesh at her groin, gradually parting the massively sculpted columns of marble flesh, until she exposed the firm and neat lips, of Hippolyta's still girlishly tight pussy. Catwoman tickled, and tweaked them, until those firm outer lips relaxed and opened, like flower petals in the morning sun, exposing the Queen's sweeter, even more tender inner labia.  Wonder Woman gazed on, in fascinated horror, as Catwoman brazenly violated her mother's sweetest of royal treasures. That secret treasure of the mightiest of Amazon Warriors was for eons inviolate, guarded by her own unequaled martial prowess.  Now, defeated and dishonored, Hippolyta was no more than a brutalized slave girl; her sexual treasure fittingly belonged to her conqueror.

Catwoman set both clamps in place, attaching them to the queen's sweet, inner pussy lips.  Hippolyta winced as the metal threateningly pinched that tenderest of flesh.  As Catwoman grasped the two latches, Hippolyta gulped back a sob of mindless terror, her huge, marvelously constructed body rigid as stone, in her terror.

"O-oh, pl-please don't!" The queen wept hopelessly.  Her pitiful entreaty was to no avail; and as her own daughter watched in avid, erotic fascination, Catwoman sprung both latches in unison.  Hippolyta shrieked in horrible violated torment.

With a scream of lust, nearly as loud as her horribly violated mother's shriek of pain, Wonder Woman exploded in a massive orgasm, of such thunderous violence that, her large, muscular body nearly crushed the smaller, softer bodied Catgirl.

As Hippolyta's blood curdling screams continued to echo through the chamber, Catgirl angrily spilled Wonder Woman onto the floor.  "Goddam it, you overgrown Cow!  Watch what your doing!"

Perverted passion satiated, the enormity of her betrayal struck Wonder Woman like a lightening bolt.  Cringing on the floor, she sobbed in bitter anguish. Catgirl jumped up and began to kick the Amazon's belly and enormous breasts with vicious efficiency. Overcome by her terrible guilt, Princess Diana made no move to avoid the vicious attack.

Watching the little tableaux, Catwoman  laughed in delight, at what she considered a comedic, slapstick diversion.  Despite her mirth, the abusive domination of so powerful and beautiful a victim as the noble Queen Hippolyta, lit a fire in her own feline loins. Even as Hippolyta continued to scream in dreadful anguish, Catwoman pulled her regal form down on the floor between her own plump thighs, and pressed the queen's austerely beautiful face to her naked crotch, muffling those tragic cries with her hot wet pussy.

The defeated, abused Queen did not resist.  Her magnificent breasts and exquisite sexual organs still aflame with fiery torment, Hippolyta did her best to satisfy her cruel mistress's need.  Her seeking mouth and thrusting  tongue, acted with a seeming eager urgency in Catwoman's service.  Slavish worship of the cruel feline in some way assuaged the tragic, despairing hell, Catwoman had made of Hippolyta's existence. So short a time ago, who would dare imagine any being could reduce the mighty warrior Queen, mistress of a thousand battles, to this servile, acquiescent bondage.

Catwoman patted Hippolyta's bobbing head with affectionate contempt.  "What a good, little, lap dog you've become Hippy!"  Hippolyta licked and sucked, with even greater enthusiasm.

While the mother served Catwoman, Catgirl kicked the daughter over on her back and seated herself on the broad athletic chest, those hard pectoral muscles so conveniently softened by that enormous, cushiony bosom.  Overcome by her terrible daughterly guilt, Wonder Woman had no though of resistance.  She slavishly complied with the unbidden command, servicing Catgirl with as great a skill, as her mother serviced Catwoman...

It was the next day, and Catwoman and Catgirl were concluding the morning's business of the gigantic, feline crime empire.

"Mistress, I had a call from Mrs. Bubbuh, this morning.  She wants to see me in Washington. She said it's urgent, and asked me to be discreet.  What do you want me to do?" Catgirl blurted out, nervous that the powerful politician had approached her, directly, rather than through her jealous Mistress.

"Well I suppose you can go and see what she wants."  Catwoman replied, after pondering a moment.  "Now that she's been elected to the Senate, I guess she could be useful to us!  Make sure you don't commit to anything, without checking with me first, of course!"  The powerful, feline, crime mistress added, ominously.

"No, no! Of course not!"  Catgirl answered, anxiously relieved.

Catwoman added.  "Well, now that business is done, what shall we do for amusement, today?  I did thoroughly enjoy that delightful little drama yesterday. Perhaps we haven't exhausted all the possibilities?  I was thinking of a some little refinements, that would add another little fillip to that peculiar mother/daughter relationship!"   The evil feline whispered a suggestion in her equally evil protégée's ear.

Catgirl cackled in evil glee.  "Oh Mistress! That's purrrfect!  You are so devilishly ingenious!"  The pupil crowed in sincere admiration of her teacher.

"Yes, of course it is, Dear!"  Catwoman purred with complacent smugness.  " I'll prepare Wondie, while you get her pompous mother ready!"

For once, Catgirl sped off eagerly to do Catwoman's bidding.  "Oh Boy!  This should be fun!"  She thought.

A short time later, Catwoman had Wonder Woman brought to her luxurious chambers.  The world might still remember the haughty, Amazon superheroine as fearless, invincible and incorruptibly virtuous.  Once that was so.  Now, Wonder Woman slunk into her evil captoress's presence, cringing fearfully like a whipped dog.  She lived in wretched terror of the woman who had beaten her into submission, broken her spirit, and made her a compliant sex slave.

Catwoman glanced appreciatively at the tall, incredibly beautiful, black haired Amazon Princess. She was naked, of course.  Catwoman didn't allow her pet superheroines the luxury of clothes, except for special occasions.

Wonder Woman trembled a little, in the glare of that evil cat's eye, making her womanly curves all the more enticing.  Large, weightily rounded breasts accentuated the broad, muscular chest and flat, ridged belly of she, who was once the proudest champion of the warrior Amazons.  Her heavily curved hips and boldly contoured buttocks, were ripely rounded to mouth watering perfection, and of course those incredibly long, shapely legs were incomparable.  The very pronounced muscular development, of the mightiest of Amazon Warriors, made those excitingly dramatic curves all the more deliciously feminine.

Quailing under that cold gaze, Wonder Woman finally stammered, nervously. "Y-you wanted to see me, M-Mistress?"  When she'd entered, her head was bowed in shame, her frightened eyes downcast, but now, as she spoke, Wonder Woman glanced up at her Mistress.  Her anxious, blue eyes fell on her own Magic Lasso; Catwoman was twisting it eagerly in her fingers

Wonder Woman's heart leaped into her throat.  Oh, how she'd come to hate that Lasso!  When she was the world's most famous and intrepid superheroine, it was an invaluable tool of justice, but Catwoman had made it an instrument of feline terror, as she seemed to pervert everything she touched.  The ebony haired Amazon's shoulders slumped in resignation, as she submissively let Catwoman loop the yoke of servitude around her neck, once so stiff and proud.

"So, my little Wondie, is it true what I hear; you and your dear Mom have been getting it on?  Oh, won't poor Pedro, alone in his stable, be jealous?"

Wonder Woman gave a wild start.  Oh Dear Athena, No! The Bitch knew about her terrible, shameful, family secret!

Wonder Woman sniffled in shame, but didn't answer, immediately.

"I asked you a question, Slut!  Answer me!  Is it true?"  Catwoman snapped.

Wonder Woman's Amazonian shoulders slumped, and her eyes filled with tears. "Y-yes, yes, Mistress!"  She wept, compelled to tell the truth, by the hideous power of her own Lasso.   Her gorgeous face flamed in mortification, to admit the awful secret to the leering feline, admit that an Amazon Queen and her Princess daughter were guilty of the most terrible of incestuous perversions.

"Tell me about it, Dear!  All the delicious details!"  Catwoman purred, licking her lips, as though about to delicately lap up a saucer of cream.

The despairing, oft debauched heroine, compelled by her own Lasso, and Catwoman's stronger will, confessed to the evil feline, everything.  At Catwoman's prodding, she recounted sordid detail after detail.

"That's so interesting, My Dear!" Catwoman purred, insidiously.  "I think it's terribly sweet, that you and your bosomy, bovine Mom have found a common interest, and can bond, so specially!  Certainly, not every daughter would willingly lick her Mom's pussy!  Oh, and you said you like to stick your talented, little tongue up her anus too!  Naturally, some narrow-minded  people might call you, and your mother, filthy degenerates, or sick losers, or trailer park trash!"  Catwoman purred the insults, with a sweet, understanding smile, noting how each word struck her Royal Amazon victim, once so proud and imperious, like a slap in the face.

"Luckily, My Dear, I'm broad minded and don't condemn you!"  Catwoman purred on.  "It would be an interesting topic for the Jerry Springer Show, though, wouldn't it? Lesbian Moms, and their accommodating, slut daughters!  Such a chic, trendy topic, these days!  I'm sure, if I suggested it to him, and told him you and your mother would be happy to appear on the show, Jerry would jump at the chance!"

The thought, of Catwoman forcing herself, and her tragic abused mother, to confess their shameful, guilty secret to a National television audience, in front of a crude, boorish, heckling, studio audience mob, made the fastidious Princess sick to her stomach.  Her stalwart form doubled over in anguish, and she gagged, and almost vomited.

"Get hold of yourself!" Catwoman snapped, and, somehow, Wonder Woman compelled by the power of her Lasso, managed to swallow her quaking, intestinal distress.

"Oh well, if your "maidenly' shyness would make it that difficult, I suppose we don't have to do it!"  Catwoman relented.

Wonder Woman gulped in relief, and seizing Catwoman's gloved hand, she kissed it, eagerly "Oh, thank you Mistress, thank you!"  The trembling Amazon wept.

"Oh, do stop slobbering, Girl!"

The weeping Princess released her Mistress's hand, as Catwoman went on in a new vein. "Oh, but tell me, Dear!  Wouldn't you like to add a little spice to your charming, mother daughter relationship?"

Wonder Woman looked at Catwoman, fearfully, recognizing that the despicable feline sadist had some evil mischief in mind.  Yet, she knew she had no heart, or will left, to resist. "Whatever you say, Mistress!"  The once dauntless heroine blurted out, having learned, by bitter experience, that was always the safest response to the volatile feline's "suggestions".

Catwoman proceeded to outline an evil plan of action. Wonder Woman wept bitterly, but silently, as Catwoman spoke.

As the full horror of the scheme filled her with revulsion, even the spineless, terrified slave, Catwoman had made of the World's Greatest Superheroine dared to whimper in protest.

"Oh, Sweet Athena, no!  Oh Catwoman... Mistress!  No, not my poor mother!  Not like that!  Even, you, can't be that cruel?"   Wonder Woman fell on her knees, and hugged Catwoman's legs, in servile supplication.  "Oh, Dear Hera!  No!  Please don't make me do it?"

"Be silent slut!  You shall do it! I command you, by the power of your own Magic Lasso!"   Catwoman laughed, scornfully, with smug assurance.

Once, Wonder Woman's will had been too strong to be bound by the power of the Magic Lasso, but Catwoman had, long ago, brutally broken that Amazonian will to her own evil purpose.  Wonder Woman murmured, brokenly, her heart breaking,  "Y-yes, Mistress!"  and broke into sobs at the evil feline's feet.

"Good!"  Catwoman smirked. "And, oh, I have a little present for you, My Dear!  A new outfit; every girl likes new clothes, and I'm sure you'll adore these!"

Catwoman rang a bell, and one of her kittens brought in a wardrobe case. As Wonder Woman stood, sniffling, helplessly passive, the kitten dressed her in a black leather dominatrix outfit, with high, black boots, leather bra and G-string. A discreet opening in the leather crotch piece, exposed tantalizing glimpses of her delightful pussy.

Catwoman handed the newly costumed Amazon slave, a stout, black riding crop.   Wonder Woman grasped the whip, awkwardly, her cringing, fawning manner, in stark contrast to the harsh, cruel leather of her new costume.

"Oh, for God's sake, stand up straight, Girl!  Show a little pride and spirit!" Catwoman chided, somewhat ironically, since, of course, it was she, who had broken Wonder Woman's proud spirit, perhaps irretrievably.  "Act like a real woman for a change, and not a namby-pamby, little Amazon wimp!'

"Yes Mistress!"  The miserable slave stammered.

"Oh, and here!  You'll need this too!"  Catwoman said, handing the unfortunate Amazon a large wooden casket.  "It's a special surprise for your Mom!"

As Kitten Barbie led the faltering Wonder Woman from the feline presence, the black leather, of her evil, new outfit, emphasized the frightened pallor of her creamy complexion. How could she ever do the evil thing Catwoman commanded?

What terrible, unnatural scheme has Catwoman implanted in our helpless Amazon heroine's mind?  What sort of dastardly pervert is so low minded, as to villainously purchase poor, virtuous Ms. Liberty, to sexually enslave and abuse her? Why does Mrs. Bubbuh want to meet secretly with Catgirl?

To be continued in Superheroine Jeopardy. Part 16. Filial Betrayal.  Same Cat Channel! Same Cat Time!