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, and finally the venerable Ms. Liberty.  In her arrogance, Catwoman conquered the amazon Home, Paradise Island, and made herself Queen. Overstocked with superheroines, Catwoman  offered Ms. Liberty for sale at auction, and amuses herself tormenting Wonder Woman and her unfortunate mother, the deposed Queen of Paradise Island.

By GW

It was not long before Catgirl escorted Queen Hippolyta to the cell door, and pushed her inside.  Hippolyta walked slowly, with mincing step, her head hanging sheepishly.  Catgirl had dressed the mature Amazon Queen in a costume, that very fetchingly parodied a child's first communion dress of white lace.  The hem of the lacy garment ended just at the top of the Queen's warrior thighs, leaving her long, shapely legs bare to the ankles.  Her shoes were shiny black, patent leather Mary-janes, worn with turned down, white anklets.  A white mantilla half covered her ebony hair, done up in little girl's braids.

Wonder Woman glanced longingly, and sadly, at her tragic Mother!  No one could deny that the Queen was one of the most beautiful and formidably impressive women in the world. Yet that striking majesty of face and form, of one destined to command, was now borne with the obsequious, timid air of a broken spirited slave.  In the childish attire, the mighty Amazon warrior, veteran of a thousand desperate battles, looked shy and innocently demure, and Wonder Woman couldn't deny it, erotically desirable as a woodland nymph.

"Oh, poor Mother!  She looks so sweet and young.  Almost like Drusilla, the day she began her training as a warrior!"  Wonder Woman shivered a little, at thought of her sister, who hated and despised her now, blaming Diana for the disaster that had befallen their people and homeland.

Wonder Woman put thought of her estranged sister from her head.  She must concentrate on the terrible thing she was about to do.  It was the final horrible betrayal of her Amazon heritage and her loved ones.  Sick at heart, she knew there was no choice. She had been commanded to do it, by the holder of her own Magic Lasso, while it bound her. She must obey!  Wonder Woman hardly remembered, now, the far-off  time, when her Amazonian will had been too strong to submit to the power of the Lasso, when she was Mistress of the Lasso, rather than its slave.

Hippolyta raised her downcast eyes and saw her daughter holding a whip, and all in black leather, with shiny black, stiletto-heeled boots, that reached halfway up her full, round thighs.

"Oh Diana you look so hard and man-like!"  Her mother whispered.  A little sob escaped Princess Diana's lips, before she began the horrifying charade, Catwoman had imposed on her submissive will.

Then taking a deep breath, Wonder Woman snapped, harshly. "Shut your silly mouth!  What is the meaning of this foolish child's attire, you perverted witch?  Do you think anyone wants to see you dressed like a pederast's whore?"

"Oh Diana!"  Her mother gasped in shock, falling back a step, as though her lovely daughter had struck her.  Dressed in this infantile costume, she did actually feel childlike, and vulnerably humbled.  The demeaning attire robbed her of whatever queenly authority and strength of will, Catwoman's awful domination had left her.  A helpless  tear rolled down Hippolyta's sweet, olive-hued cheek.  "I'm so sorry Dear! Does it offend you?  That terrible Catgirl forced me to wear it!" The degraded Queen whined, sadly.

"Shut your mouth!  I don't want to hear your lies, and excuses!  You are no Queen, but a Queen's fool and jester.  A pitiful clown!  It's no wonder our Mistress conquered you so easily.  Your Amazon subjects are better off with Mistress Catwoman to order their lives!  She is strong and decisive, while you are weak and silly!  You deserve to be treated as a slave, for that is what you are!"

"Oh, please Diana!  Don't say such terrible things!"  Her mother pleaded, as more tears fell from her frightened, saddened eyes.  How could her own beloved daughter treat her so?

The shocked look of hurt, on her mother's face, nearly broke Diana's heart, but she was trapped in the cruel role Catwoman had scripted for her. She snarled.  "On your knees, where you belong, you Worthless Tart!"   She cracked the whip in the air, close to her mothers' face, though she couldn't bring herself to actually hit her with it.

The Amazon Queen, who had through most of recorded history, never bent her knee to any being, even now wouldn't kneel to her own daughter, but she fell back a step in confusion, intimidated by the harsh change in the gentle hearted Princess.

"I said on your knees, Slut!"  Wonder Woman shouted, angrily.

Hippolyta didn't kneel, but uncertainly fell back another step, until she was cowering away from her cruel daughter, in a corner of the cell.  When her mother didn't obey her command, Wonder Woman slashed the whip through the air again.  She was not sure if she meant to strike home, but intended or not, the whip struck her mother's face, leaving a cruel welt on the regal features.  As the whip struck, Wonder Woman felt a hot rush of perverse, sexual excitement in her loins, of such power that she could hardly stand.   The woman cowering before her was no longer her Mother, but a delightful sexual toy to be dominated.  She desired to whip this regally beautiful woman into submission more than anything.  Catwoman had programmed her well!  Wonder Woman raised the whip to strike her Mother, again.

The wounding whip lash from her own daughter was the final straw.  Forgetting, for a wild moment, all her degrading defeats and enslavement, Hippolyta was suddenly the Amazon Queen of old.  She leapt from the corner, tore the whip from her daughter's hand and flung it away.

"Damn it!  No!  I won't let you whip me, you disobedient brat!  I'm still Your Mother and Queen!"

Wonder Woman momentarily cowered before her mighty Mother's imperious wrath.  Yet, in the tumultuous throes of intense sexual excitement, she couldn't relinquish the forbidden delight of sexually dominating her own childishly dressed Mother, nor could she dare defy the commands Catwoman had implanted in her mind.   Frightening as her Mother might be in her Royal Wrath, that fright was nothing compared to the awful terror Catwoman instilled in Wonder Woman's magnificent, Amazonian bosom.

Torn by conflicting emotions, anger at the thwarting of her uncontrollable sexual hunger, won out.  Forgetting everything but an all encompassing need for sexual domination, Wonder Woman slapped her Beautiful Mother across the face.  "How dare you, question me, you useless Slut!"  She shouted, furiously.

Though, not nearly as strong as her mighty mother, hysterical sexual fury energized Diana's hand.  Her slap left a red hand imprint on her mother's cheek, and the tall Queen staggered backward, confused and shaken.

Seeing the apprehension on that wise, beautiful face, intensified Wonder Woman's drive to dominate. Yes, yes!  She would defeat her Mother and Queen, and sexually enslave her!  She struck again, holding nothing of her eager fury back, and Hippolyta yelped at the blazing pain.  She tried to grab her daughter's wrist to protect herself, but Diana wrenched free.

Reluctant  to use all her irresistible Queenly strength against her own daughter, but desperate to bring the frenzied  girl to her senses, Hippolyta threw a mighty punch at Diana's jaw.  Trained in combat, for long ages by the Queen, the pupil divined her teacher's intent.  A split second before the blow landed, she ducked her head. Her mother's fist felt like the kick of a mule, but the blow glanced off her forehead.  Though staggered, the maternal punch fueled the daughter's fury to new heights.

Overwhelmed by the sexual frenzy Catwoman had induced in her bosom, Wonder Woman forgot all constraints of daughterly duty, or honorable Amazon notions of fair play.  She craftily slipped her left hand under the lacy hem of that childishly short skirt, reaching the apex of those shapely  marbled columns that were Hippolyta's gorgeous thighs, and savagely seized her Mother's forbidden sexual pearl, in a devilish claw.  Hippolyta's delicate pussy, was still incredibly sore and tender, from the wounds of Catwoman's inhuman pussy clamps, and her daughter's evil grip inflicted unendurable anguish.  The Queen howled at the terrible torment wreaked by her daughter's cruel hand.

Her darling mother's piteous cries, awoke no sympathy in her daughter's bosom, but only inflamed her sadistic passion, further.  Wonder Woman heartlessly slammed her right fist into Hippolyta's jaw, holding nothing back of her Amazonian strength.  The punch flung the tall, Amazon Queen backward, eyes glazed by the terrible force of the blow.

Wonder Woman released her clawing grip on Hippolyta's pussy, and viciously attacked her faltering Mother with brutal fists.  Her childishly degrading costume seemed to rob the dazed Hippolyta of all her warrior skill, and the mightiest of Amazon Queens stumbled backward, unable to resist her daughter's relentless fists.

As Diana's fists buffeted her head from side to side, Hippolyta saw stars, and her mighty legs buckled. Bared by the short, little, lace skirt, her long, powerful legs trembled with coltish uncertainty, emphasizing the costume's illusion of childish innocence.  When Hippolyta raised her arms defensively, Diana battered them aside, as if, indeed, the Queen were a helpless child.

Wonder Woman pounded her maternal foe mercilessly.  She, who as a superheroine, did her best to avoid physical force, thrilled to the thudding cracks her fists made, against her Mother's elegantly beautiful features.  She heartlessly pounded her own dear mother with a ruthless brutality, she'd never use on the most evil of criminals.

Head reeling from the hammering punches to her face, Hippolyta was nearly defenseless.   Her broad shoulders slumped, hopelessly, and her mighty arms dangled uselessly by her sides.  She glanced beseechingly at her daughter, but Wonder Woman disregarded the mute appeal in the hurt black eyes, and plowed a left/right combination into her Mother's midriff.

Though now covered by dainty lace, that ridged rack of unyielding abdominal muscles had often withstood the blows of an Amazon war hammer.  Now, Diana felt the rippling muscles yield beneath her fists.  She joyously hammered her fists onto the now doughy flesh, of that splendid torso, listening with pleasure to her Mother's gurgles and moans of agony.

Unnerved by her own seeming helplessness, and her daughter's ruthless cruelty, Hippolyta turned to flee, forgetting in her misery, there was no place to hide in the cramped cell. Sight of her Regal Mother turning tail in fear, aroused Princess Diana's contempt, "Catwoman is right!  That Bitch is no fit Amazon Queen, but a whimpering coward, fit for nothing but concubinage!"

Along with the contempt, her Mother's fearful retreat aroused an irresistible tide of lustful desire, in Wonder Woman's breast.  As a young maiden, Diana watched her Mother lose a wrestling fall to Agatha, another Amazon Warrior.  Agatha had rapidly secured an unbreakable hold on Hippolyta's neck, and flung the Queen to the amphitheater sand.  Agatha squirmed atop the fallen Hippolyta, and trapped her arms between hefty calves and thighs. Hippolyta fought desperately but couldn't free herself.  The victor triumphantly rubbed her naked genitalia in her Queen's face, in an unseemly gesture of dominance. The sight of her Mother helplessly pinned to the arena sand, had remained with the daughter always, coloring all her subsequent erotic fantasies.

Diana fleetingly remembered that day.  Now, she, herself, would accomplish that seemingly impossible task, and live out her lifelong fantasy, that dark desire scarcely acknowledged, but always dreamed of.  She seized her Mother in the same neck hold Agatha used, and flung Hippolyta to the floor of Catwoman's dungeon, as Agatha had flung her to the arena sand.  She leaped astride her Mother's cringing form, and wrapped the fallen Queens arms between her own formidable legs.

Now, Wonder Woman sat triumphantly astride her Mother's broad, regal chest.  That other day Hippolyta fought desperately, in frenzied resistance, fiercely crying out her cries of rage and frustration, as the victorious Agatha masterfully rode down her mighty struggles.  Today, Diana masterfully rode her mother's straining body, remorselessly breaking her resistance.

For a few moments, Hippolyta fought and resisted Diana, as she had Agatha, fighting like an unbroken wild mare, but today, it was her own daughter who triumphantly rode her body.  Hippolyta resisted Agatha to the last.  Today, her regal pride in tatters, the deposed, oft-abused Queen quickly lost the heart and courage to resist her cruelly smiling daughter.  The fire in her hawkish eyes died.  Her mighty, regally beautiful form gave up the struggle, and she lay supinely defeated. Diana stared down into frightened, teary eyes, cowed by shame, fear making them enormous, black pools, in a face, battered and bruised by her own stony fists.

Hippolyta whimpered her surrender, to her victorious daughter, pleading for mercy and release.  "Please Diana! Don't do this to me!  Don't hurt me anymore!"

Disregarding her hapless Mothers pleadings, Diana cruelly mashed her crotch against her mother's exquisite face.  As she ground her excited pussy against her mother's whimpering, pleading mouth, Diana appreciated Catwoman's foresight, in leaving an opening in the leather crotch, exposing her eager pussy.  Her Mother's squirming body, pinned helplessly under her own triumphant thighs, Diana orgasmed, in realization of her oldest sexual fantasy, treacherously thankful to her Mistress, Catwoman, for giving her this heartless victory over her Queenly Mother.

Her first, triumphant orgasm, but wetted Diana's appetite for more. The joy of dominating and raping, her magnificent Amazon Mother was a heady, addictive pleasure, to be savored and prolonged.  Fondling her leather encased breasts, in the delightful aftermath, she rose to her feet and pulled her Mother by the hand to her feet also.

"Now Kneel to Me, you cowardly Slut!"  Wonder Woman commanded harshly, as she had earlier. This time, Hippolyta dared not disobey this pitiless bitch, who was her own daughter.  The taste of Diana's dripping pussy still ground into her lips, she sank to her knees in obedience to her imperious daughter.

"Show me the respect, due your Mistress!  Lick my boots!"  Diana commanded, harshly.

Hippolyta didn't question the command. Catwoman had robbed the mighty Queen, of any will to resist the commands of any dominant female.  It now seemed her imperious daughter, too, had earned the right to command her.

"Y-yes, Mistress!"  Hippolyta whimpered, and ignominiously pressed her ripe lips to the shiny black leather, so like to Catwoman's own, so sinister compared the gay, red boots Wonder Woman once wore.  Catwoman had trained poor Hippolyta well.  The broken spirited Queen kissed and licked her victorious daughter's evil, black boots, with slave like enthusiasm.

As Hippolyta's searching lips and tongue reached the top of the thigh-length boots, she submissively kissed her dominant daughter's ripe, marbled thighs.  Wonder Woman shivered a little, and grinned down smugly, at her Mother's bent form. That tall, massively regal warrior's form, so wondrously and femininely curved, so clearly born to command, accentuated the Queen's woefully servile posture, making it all the more erotically exciting.

Hippolyta's beautiful, tear stained face shyly approached her daughters forbidden pussy. She reluctantly sniffed the pungent aroma of the powerful orgasm Diana had just experienced, at her expense. She glanced up, questioningly.

"All right, Slut!  That's enough for now! I think you enjoy it too much! Stand up!"  Wonder Woman commanded her crouching Mother, in answer to her unspoken question.

 Hippolyta climbed shakily to her feet, trembling anxiously. This final defeat at the hands of her own daughter had stripped her of all pride and self composure. She trembled before her suddenly goddess-like daughter.

Tall, as the stalwart Amazon daughter was, her queenly Mother towered over her, and dwarfed her own impressive form, with the broad physique of a demigoddess.  Yet, the unfortunate Hippolyta's head drooped, sheepishly, her hands knotted nervously together.  Like a frightened little girl, harshly reprimanded by a stern teacher, she bashfully scratched one of her childish shoes against the ankle of her other leg.  The girlish reaction of the regally beautiful warrior queen invested the nervous gesture with erotic charm.

"Open your dress, Slut!"  Diana commanded. "Show me your big, fat tits!"

Hippolyta shuddered at her daughter's callous, sneering tone, but dared not protest.  Hands trembling, the erstwhile Queen obediently parted the lacy bodice of her childish, white dress.  Her enormous breasts spilled out, in all their womanly glory, in erotic contrast to her childish costume.

It must be said that Hippolyta possessed the true bosom of a queen, genuinely magnificent, even now in degrading bondage.  In size, her gorgeous breasts dwarfed the two halves of a large watermelon, yet they floated lightly, balanced, high upon her mighty chest.  Her dark aureoled nipples were tense and erect in nervous agitation.

Diana's eyes gleamed evilly, as she inspected the gorgeous, queenly bust, that suckled her as an infant.  She irreverently slapped one of her Mother's enormous breasts. The firm flesh jiggled enticingly, and her shamed Mother shuddered in fear.

"Now bow that stiff spine for me!"

With a sob of despair, Hippolyta obediently bent nearly double at the waist.  Her black clad, dominatrix daughter picked up the short whip, knocked from her hand earlier.

"Bare your bottom, Disobedient Strumpet!"  The Princess commanded her cringing Queen and Mother.

Biting her lower lip, fearfully, Hippolyta obediently lifted her short, white lace skirt, exposing her big, solidly muscled buttocks, encased in pink cotton panties, the panties of a little girl.  She trembled in dread, knowing what was coming.  Her newly merciless daughter would no doubt scourge her painfully.  Catwoman had taught the stoic Royal Amazon to cower from pain, and she gulped in terror, of what she knew was coming.  Yet, even more than the coming  pain, she dreaded that her own Princess daughter would eagerly demean the rightful Queen of the Amazons, for a nasty, perverted sexual gratification.

"Oh Diana, how can you do this to me?"  Queen Hippolyta agonized silently, in her broken heart.

"Raise your fat butt, so I can inspect it!"  Diana commanded her Mother.  Again, the heartbroken Queen obeyed her daughter's mortifying command.  Raising slightly off the floor, and grasping the opulent globes of her massive, though very shapely, behind, in her trembling hands, she pulled her ripe-fruited buttocks into greater prominence.

There was a lump in Diana's throat, and tears in her eyes at seeing her regal Mother so submissive, so obviously terrified, cringing abjectly at her command.  A part of her still revered and idolized her majestic Mother, and was sick at heart to do these terrible things to her.  Yet, her heart hammered in excitement.  Terror and mortification, that abjectly humiliating posture, made her magnificently beautiful Mother, all the more sexually desirable, to the daughter, perverted by prolonged, feline dominance.

"Oh, Hera!  I've never seen her look so gorgeous!"   Diana shivered in delicious, erotic anticipation.

Wonder Woman sank down on one knee, and grasping her crouching Mother's neck, pulled the trembling Queen across her extended thigh.  She felt the tremors of fear in her Mother's  slim, tight muscled belly, as it rested against her leg.  She licked her lips eagerly, as her Mother's enormous, pink clad behind bobbed fearfully, awaiting her whip.

"Stop wiggling, you Craven Slut!  Can't you take your punishment like a woman?  Even if you are no fit Amazon!" Diana commanded, with malicious  insult.  Too terrified to disobey, poor Hippolyta forced her trembling body to be still.

Still guilt ridden, at the terrible things she was doing too her beloved Mother, Diana's strong arm trembled a little, as she raised the whip.  She put the guilt from her mind, in annoyance.  Without further ado, she slashed the whip across Hippolyta's broad bottom.

The Queen screamed in pain and shock.  She timidly turned her head, and looked up at her cruelly attired daughter, with humbled black eyes, and wept.  "Oh Diana, how can you do these terrible things to me?"

"Silence, Slave!"  Diana shrilled, feeling no sympathy, but only annoyance, at her pitiful Mother's whimper of protest.  If anything, the servile plea only heightened her sadistic pleasure.  When she'd felt the shock of the whip striking her mother's gorgeous bottom cheeks, her pussy came to life, again, deliciously hot and wet.  Oh, this was exciting!

Diana raised her arm and struck again.  Perhaps, the first time she held back a little, but this time, she struck with the full power of her Amazonian arm, and her Mother's scream was louder and more plaintive.  Diana hardly paused, before delivering the third stroke. She was panting in excitement.  Her dark blue eyes gleamed with enraptured malice.  Her Mother desperately tried to cover her vulnerable behind.

"Remove your hands, you Disobedient Bitch!"  Her daughter shouted, with real annoyance in her voice, and the unfortunate Queen fearfully obeyed.  Her daughter was horribly transformed into a harsh demanding mistress, and she found herself, terrified to disobey her.

Diana struck again and again, as her Mother screamed and pleaded in broken sobs.  As she mercilessly whipped her Mother with her right hand, her left hand stole to the opening in her leather briefs, that exposed her sweet pussy.  She began to finger herself in ever growing excitement.  Oh, this was wonderful!  The frightened look of terror and agony in her Mother's beautiful face, each time she would turn, and look up beseechingly for mercy, was the most erotic image, Diana could imagine.

"You'll fear me, and obey me!"  Diana shouted, imperiously, through lips widely parted in sexual excitement.  By now, Hippolyta's pink, cotton panties were in shreds, and her mighty buttocks were striped with searing welts, that scalded like the fires of hades.  Still shrieking brokenly for mercy, Hippolyta couldn't physically resist anymore. Her marvelously formed body slumped limply across her daughters lap.

Meanwhile Diana exploded in another terrific orgasm. Her tired, right arm flopped to her side, as she trembled in the aftermath of a soul shattering sexual experience.  A remnant of her Amazon veracity still remained to the faithless daughter, and she admitted to herself, that though Catwoman compelled her to do this terrible thing, she'd dreamed all her life of defeating and dominating her unassailable, queenly Mother.  With a sigh of anticipatory pleasure, she remembered, Catwoman had specified one more task.  Wonder Woman nudged her weeping Mother, and rolled the bedraggled Queen off her lap.  Only by her amazing Amazon agility, did Hippolyta avoid landing on her scorched, blazing derriere.

Watching the performance, on closed circuit television, Catwoman and Catgirl were almost as excited as Princess Diana.  All too aware of her Mistress's strong needs, Catgirl had thoughtfully provided for the eventuality.  She silently opened a closet door, and tugged on a leash, yoking the two crouching captives concealed inside.  She proudly led out Mary Marvel and Ms. Liberty. The unfortunate, captive superheroines, humiliatingly naked,  crept behind, at her heels, in nervous obedience to her imperious gesture.

"Oh Mistress I thought you might appreciate the services of one of these sluts, as you watched our little, Amazon soap opera!"

"Why Catgirl, how thoughtful! You are indeed a treasure!" Catwoman simpered appreciatively.  "Bring sweet, little Mary over here, and you may use the plump, blonde cow. Take care you don't damage her, though; I understand the net bids are starting to escalate nicely!  That fat, white behind is going to bring in a pretty penny!  I guess some bidders appreciate that full blown, beefy look!"

Catgirl placed her boot on Mary Marvel's large, shapely rump, still bright pink from her last training session, and propelled the gorgeous brunette crimefighter, none too gently, between Catwoman's legs.  This was the first time, Catwoman herself had chosen Mary for her pleasure, and the "World's Mightiest Girl' couldn't repress a little, half sob of shame.   Even after all the horrors that had befallen her, it was daunting to realize, that the proudest defender of purity and virtue, was, now, no more than a contemptible slave, to be used for the casual gratification of a villainess's perverted, sexual needs.

"Holy Moly, they treat me like I'm some kind of superheroine dildo!" She thought.  Mortifying as the realization was, poor Mary dared not protest. Catgirl had stripped her of all pride and virtue. She pressed her beautiful face between Catwoman's thighs, as Catgirl had so thoroughly taught her, and did her best to satisfy.  Failure would bring her terrible punishment, to dire to risk.
"What a good, little, pet kitty!  Who'd have thought virtuous Mary Marvel could be trained so nicely!"  Catwoman sighed in relief, as Sweet Mary's well disciplined, little, pink tongue lapped obediently at her hot, wet pussy.

As Mary Marvel abjectly serviced her Mistress, Catgirl sat down and pulled Ms. Liberty between her own legs.  The tall, beautiful, full-bodied, blonde crimefighter, obediently crouched between the evil, young girl's thighs.  With trembling hands, Ms. Liberty pushed aside the silken robe, the domineering, junior feline wore.  Abjectly, but with undeniably intense excitement, Ms. Liberty plunged her plump, maturely beautiful face between those fat thighs, across which she was so often disciplined.  Her delicate, agile tongue, roughly taught in feline servitude, delved deep into the pussy of her Mistress.

As the world renowned heroines, both so incomparably beautiful, forlornly served their need, the two felines turned their attention back to the drama unfolding on the television screen.  As her Mother sobbed brokenly on the floor, Wonder Woman retrieved the casket Catwoman had given her.

"Get your fat butt over here!"  The heartless daughter sneered to her sobbing, chastised Mother.

Hippolyta obediently crawled the few steps to her evilly grinning daughter's feet, and hugged Diana's legs in supplication.  "Oh please don't hurt me anymore, my Mistress!"   The brokenhearted mother begged, between sobs, all her formidable queenly pride, stripped away by misfortune and filial betrayal.

Diana looked down, dreamily, at that mighty form crouched so slave like at her feet.  "Oh stop your whining!  Try to remember you were once a queen!  I have one more surprise for you, a little present from our Mistress Catwoman!"

 Diana opened the casket.  Hippolyta's eyes went wide with terror, as her daughter removed a huge, strap-on dildo.   In horrified fascination, the wretched, abused queen watched her daughter strap the horrible thing around her loins.

"Take those ridiculous panties off you stupid cow!"  Wonder Woman shrilled suddenly, to her horrified Mother. "There's not much left of them anyway after I blistered your fat behind!"  It was true, the girlish, cotton briefs were in shreds, from the cruel whip.  Hippolyta's muscularly rounded derriere showed through the rents, blazing red and crisscrossed by dozens of angry, purpling welts.  The weeping, chastised queen, her eyes hypnotically glued to that terrible thing around her daughter's waist, obediently carried out the command. She ignominiously squirmed around on the floor, as she got the panties off, not daring to rise in her imperious daughter's cruel presence.   Months of feline abuse, had taught the haughty queen swift, servile obedience.

The horrifying phallic toy, menacingly strapped to her daughter's crotch, bobbed threateningly above Hippolyta's head, all the while she was removing her panties.  Unable to take her eyes from it, it seemed to grow larger the more she looked.

As Hippolyta dropped the shredded, bloodied panties on the floor, Diana grabbed one of her mother's childish braids, and pulled the Queen's beautiful, battered face closer. The dildo nearly poked Hippolyta's eye out.

"In your mouth, Stupid!" Diana sneered.  "Show me how you sucked off, Mr. Bubbuh!"

The long abused queen obediently slipped the obscene horror into her sensual mouth, and sucked on it, with feigned enthusiasm, though she gagged at the vile, rubbery taste.  Her heartless daughter rammed it further into her mouth, until it was crammed down her throat, choking her. Still, the obedient queen did her best to suck vigorously.

As she degraded her unfortunate mother, the Amazon Princess sneered, crudely. "That's about all your good for, you worthless slut, giving a blow job to a dildo!"

"All right!  That's enough! Roll over on your back!"  Diana snickered, as her mothers eyes began to roll dizzily, from lack of air.

Glad to, at least, get that horrifying thing out of her mouth, Hippolyta obediently rolled over on her back, and waited submissively.  In her terror, she hardly noticed the searing pain the rough stone caused to her lacerated bottom cheeks.

As her daughter stood threateningly over her, caressing the saliva wet phallus, affectionately, Hippolyta whimpered in a tiny, frightened voice. "Please don't!"

Diana laughed harshly at her mother's pitiful plea, as she knelt between the mature Queen's mighty thighs. The shapely columns of marble flesh, girlishly trembled with near maidenly terror.  She, who had once been the chaste, virtuous Wonder Woman, her fingers trembling in eagerness, roughly parted her mother's delicate, pussy lips.

"You must have liked that whipping!  Your pussy's dripping! Lucky for you!"  Wonder Woman snickered, cruelly, glaring triumphantly into her mother's terrified, black eyes.

Hippolyta desperately clawed at the stone floor, vainly trying to push herself away from the terrifying power ram that threatened her delightful genitalia. Diana seized hold of her mother's ebony, pubic thatch, and roughly held her in place.  Hippolyta mewled in pain.

Even after all the brutal abuse, Catwoman had subjected it to, Hippolyta's dainty sexual organ was winsomely small and delicate, for so mighty a woman.  The huge dildo strapped about her daughter's slim waist was grossly enormous!  Though shorter, it was much thicker, than even the burro Pedro's equine colossus, that had once defiled and debauched her.  How could a loving daughter even imagine desecrating that sweet maternal flower with this gross monstrosity?

But the daughter was panting eagerly, eyes agleam in sexual arousal, as she paused briefly to savor the moment.  She licked her lips hungrily, as she glanced down at her mother's huge, ripe fruited breasts, trembling in hopeless, virginal terror.  The sharp tipped nipples, tensely erect in atrocious dread, seemed to point accusingly at the faithless daughter.

Diana licked her lips in wolfish eagerness, as she positioned the huge bulbous tip of the dildo against her mother's delicate labia. Hippolyta turned her head to the side, and closed her eyes, unable to look at her traitoress daughter's smirking face. The heartless bitch was actually drooling in sexual eagerness!

With a fierce, passionate cry of fulfillment, Wonder Woman callously drove the appalling sexual weapon through the tiny vulvic portal, deep into her mother's tight sheathed vagina, with a barbaric sexual abandon.  Hippolyta's magnificent body stiffened in a terrible paroxysm of violated agony. Her mouth gaped widely, as though to shriek out her agony, but even her throat was paralyzed by that awful thing impaling her intestines. Her head thrashed wildly from side to side, and her finger nails broke as her hands scraped convulsively against the rough stone.

Diana, maddened by passion, didn't pause, but rammed the dildo in and out of her stricken mother's violated body, in an insane frenzy of sexual dominance.  She didn't stop, until she had achieved several sadistic orgasms.  By then, Hippolyta had long passed out, and lay stiff as a warrior maiden, slain by a hateful enemy.

Much later that night, after a hurried late flight to the Nation's Capital, Catgirl sat in a deserted government office, with a plump, hard faced, blond woman, with the formidable legs of a steinway.

The blonde woman asked.  "Can you do it for me?  My oafish husband's career is over, but now that I've been elected to the senate, I don't want any more publicity in the tabloids, about him and that bleached blond, superfloozy bimbo!  Regular bimbo eruptions are bad enough, but the media really latched on to this super angle! And I have to admit, she is a lot better looking than the last fat brunette!"

"I guess she's not bad looking, if you like insipid, washed out blond airheads!"  Catgirl sniffed, and both women grinned.

The blond woman smiled, and went on.  Long involvement in politics had taught her to recognize concealed jealously and hatred, and capitalize on it. "You can do it, then?"  She repeated the question.

"Yes Ma'am!  My boss, I don't need to mention her name, is a realist, and recognizes the political winds have shifted. I think she'll okay it, since it's you who asked!" Catgirl replied trying to conceal her a eagerness. "I'll be happy to teach her a lesson, she won't ever forget!"

"I want to watch!"  The blonde woman said, eagerly licking her lips.

"Won't that be hard with all that official protection you have to have, government bodyguards wherever you go? I could probably tape it for you!"

With a thoughtful frown the woman, obviously disappointed, answered.  "You're right!  I can never get away from them!  All right, tape it!  I suppose it is best, that I not be there, in case anything goes wrong!"

"Oh don't worry!  Nothing will go wrong!"  Catgirl promised, with a conceited little smile.

The following evening, Supergirl, in expensive evening ware, left a chic party at a trendy Washington night spot.  Waiting for her, was an official, government  limousine, with two shadowy figures in chauffeur's uniforms, crouched, unobtrusively, in the front seat.  The limousine was there to take the gorgeous blonde superheroine through the rear gate of her patron's official residence.

As the svelte, striking blonde settled back into the luxurious seat, she thought.  "This limousine is such a nuisance!  Why won't Catwoman take this darn thing off my wrist?  Then, I could just fly there!  Heck, she turned off the Kryptonite collar, so I'm otherwise at full super  strength!  She knows I won't try to escape, not after what happened to poor Mary!  Of course, to tell the truth, I'd like a chance at that nasty bitch, Catgirl!  Mary's too sweet for her own good, or else she would have kicked that nasty slut's ass!"

Lost in thought, Supergirl didn't notice that the limousine wasn't proceeding toward Pennsylvania Avenue, but was heading across the river into the country. Supergirl was jolted from her reverie, when the car stopped in a vacant field, and the female driver muttered "flat tire".

Supergirl got out to look for herself, irked by the delay.  The driver got out too, and the Girl of Steel saw with start, that the woman chauffeur was Catgirl.

"What do you think you're up to, Bitch?"  Supergirl demanded.  "When Catwoman hears about this, she'll send you to the labor camp on Paradise Island for the next twenty years!"

"Maybe...Maybe not!"  Catgirl smirked. "Things are changing, Blondy! You're friend Mr. Bubbuh is a lame duck, and that makes YOU, a dead duck in my book!"

"You snotty little, hennaed  bitch!  You just try something with me, and I'll show you, who's the dead duck!  I'm not poor, sweet Mary!  I've been waiting for a chance to pay you back, you nasty, little turncoat!" Supergirl sneered, confident in her full powers.

"Anytime, bimbo!"

"Okay! Lets settle this: " woman to sneaky little slut'!" Supergirl challenged, with a toss of glossy, golden hair. She kicked her high heels off. The ultra short evening skirt of her designer gown left her fabulously long and shapely legs free, to her luscious, upper thighs.

As the two gorgeous women traded insults, the other occupant of the limousine's front seat,  got out and focused a video camera on them. "Oh Boy a catfight!  Rrrrrrrrr! This should be better than the red haired bitch's session with that other blonde superheroine bitch, Ms. Liberty!"  The former pornographer smirked, as he rolled the camera.

"Oh yes!  Lets settle it!  I can't wait to get my hands on you, Bitch!"  Catgirl snarled in return.  She tore off the chauffeur's uniform jacket.  Underneath, an Amazon Girdle, charged by Shazam's Lightening, circled her plump waist, and she wore her special gloves and boots.  She quickly pulled a cat faced head gear over her head.  The one thing she didn't have, was Kryptonite! Though Catwoman had approved this disciplinary session, with seeming reluctance, she'd flatly refused to furnish her protegee with any of the Green substance deadly to Supergirl.  "I can take the blonde slut, without it!"  Catgirl confidently told herself.

Once, Supergirl would have politely waited for an opponent to make the first move, but atrocious, feline cruelty had taught her much, since her days as the lovable, girl next door, superheroine.  She flung her tall body at the younger girl with a nearly insane fury.  Catgirl was hardly fool enough, to be taken off guard by a foe she hated so intensely.  Plump as she'd become, she adroitly sidestepped the taller, more powerfully-built blonde, and smashed her fist across the back of Supergirl's golden head.

"Darn it!  That hurt!"  Supergirl thought, in surprise.  She'd never faced charged Amazonian gloves before!  Poor Mary Marvel had told her a thing or two about them, of course, but she hadn't believed they'd hurt HER!  SHE was Supergirl!

Before the svelte blonde could turn, Catgirl leaped on her back, knocking her flat on the ground.  The feline fury clung to Supergirl's back like a leach.  Catgirl threw all her hatred and jealousy of the gorgeous blonde into her attack.  She maniacally bit the back of the other girl's neck, and clawed savagely at her body. She slid her hands beneath the gorgeous superheroine's body, and tore and clawed at those big, beautiful breasts, she'd always envied.  In moments, she tore the beautiful bodice of the expensive dress to shreds.

Worse than the damage to her dress, was the unthinkable damage to Supergirl's faultless bosom.  Catwoman may have locked away the Kryptonite, but Supergirl discovered, to her dismay, that Amazonian claws could actually penetrate her creamy skin, skin so tough it stopped bullets. Catgirl's cruel claws ripped bloody gashes in her gorgeous boobs. The surprised superheroine shrieked in pain.  Aside from mud wrestling with Wonder Woman, this was her first real catfight with an opponent, who could conceivably injure her invulnerable body.

"Oh, you miserable little Bitch!"  Supergirl wailed, as Catgirl's sharp, Amazonian tipped teeth penetrated the skin on the back of her neck.  With a heave of broad, powerful shoulders, she dislodged the smaller woman.  With a triumphant cry, the big, beautiful blonde rolled on top of the vicious redhead.

Supergirl's marvelous breasts were nearly bared by Catgirl's sharp claws, and her firm, ripe bosom waved temptingly above the redhead's face.  Catgirl snapped at them, but Supergirl was quicker than Mary Marvel, and avoided the sharp teeth by a hair.

"Bitch!"  Supergirl snarled as she slammed her fist into Catgirl's face in retaliation.  The red-haired feline saw stars.  Even so, she instinctively squirmed and wriggled, unceasingly, beneath the beautiful blonde's body. Supergirl was amazed at how much strength the charged Amazon Girdle gave the plump little redhead.

"Why she's almost as strong as I am!  That darned Girdle never made Wonder Woman anywhere near as strong as me!"  Supergirl realized in amazement.  With the possible exception of Mary Marvel, Supergirl never knew any woman who came close to equaling her strength, in the absence of Kryptonite, but the combination of Amazon Girdle and Shazam's Lighting was incredible.

Making Catgirl's incredible strength even more deadly, she fought with a savage, sadistic fury, born of a hateful desire to destroy her beautiful foe.  She clawed and bit like a caged beast.  Supergirl found it increasingly difficult to hold the fierce, little witch down flat. She did her best to finish the redhead off, with her fists, but after that first satisfying punch, she couldn't get a clear shot at Catgirl's face.

By now, Catgirl's head had cleared, making her twice as dangerous.  Now, she shrewdly directed her fury into doing the maximum damage to her beautiful, nearly nude opponent.  She whumped her knees and fists into Supergirl's slim middle, battering the trim, flat belly, until the Girl of Steel was gasping breathlessly.  Luckily for Supergirl, her opponent was still flat on her back, so the feline couldn't get the full power of her Amazon Girdle into her attack.  On the other hand, lying atop the wildly bucking redhead, robbed Supergirl's punches of a good deal of their deadly force, as well.

Supergirl knew that even though she had the advantage of being on top, the more vicious Catgirl was doing the most damage.  She badly wanted to hit Catgirl squarely in the face, with a punch that would kayo her.  She cocked her powerful, smoothly muscled, right arm, and aimed carefully for the feline chin.  The wily Catgirl saw the punch coming, and wriggled desperately. Supergirl missed her chin, and her fist plowed into a plump breast.

Catgirl screamed in shock, as the hard steely fist crushed her stiff nipple against her ribs.   Usually superheroines avoided punches to the bust and crotch.   They never seemed to get over their weakness for fair play.  Catgirl remembered, she'd had that difficulty herself in her first months serving Catwoman.  She was completely over that, now, though.

"So you want to fight dirty, huh, Blondy?  Well, I'll show you dirty!"  The furious feline hissed. By now, her claws had shredded Supergirl's clothes right down to her fragile silk panties, and they were in tatters.  Catgirl wiggled around, until she managed to get one hand between the big blonde's legs.

Supergirl felt a cold shiver of fear, as that vicious claw worked between her marvelously molded thighs, threatening her sweet, girlish pussy.  Her entire pelvic region instinctively pulled away from the danger.  For that moment, the pressure of her powerful body eased, and Catgirl wriggled loose.  As Supergirl lost her position on top, the audacious redhead rolled her right over on her back, with a grip on her near naked crotch, that was now unshakable. Catgirl crouched on her knees above Supergirl's prone body, adding leverage to her hold.

"Oh, you Bitch!"   Supergirl wailed.  "Let go of my pussy!"

"Sure I will Blondy!"  Catgirl snickered, sarcastically, having no intention of loosening that satisfying grip. But, gritting her teeth at the atrocious pain it cost, Supergirl rolled to side, tearing loose from those hideously clutching fingers.

As she felt her fingers slip, Catgirl wasted no time.  Already on her knees, she was the first one, to her feet.  Before the bigger, slightly slower moving blonde could do the same, Catgirl's, pointed, Amazonian reinforced toes drove into her body, with a machine like regularity.

As those deadly kicks crashed into her back and kidneys, Supergirl instinctively tried to roll to safety.  Too late!  Catgirl relentlessly followed, and got a clean shot at the Maid of Might's flat belly.  Her sharp toe impaled the firm, rippling flesh like a knife blade.   Supergirl gagged helplessly, as the breath whooshed from her lungs.  Grievously hurt, she curled up in a ball, until she could get her breath, but those deadly kicks never stopped.   Catgirl was expert in finding vulnerable openings in the Girl of Steel's fetal defense.

When she couldn't get a clear body shot, Catgirl took careful aim, and drove her deadly boot toe into the cringing blonde heroine's right kneecap. As terrible pain paralyzed her entire leg, Supergirl felt something snap. She shrieked in terrible anguish and uncertainty. Dear God, no, no!  Was the little bitch capable of breaking her super bones?  Even dreaded Kryptonite couldn't do that!

"I was beating her!"  Supergirl wailed, in silent misery, unable to believe the nasty young bitch had turned the tables on her so easily.

Supergirl's shriek of pain was music to Catgirl's ears.  "Damn it! That's Great!  I broke something!"  Catgirl was nearly as surprised by her success, as her unfortunate superheroine opponent.  Grinning in evil satisfaction, she grabbed the blonde heroine under the arms, and hauled her to her feet.

Supergirl's right leg buckled; the pain intensifying a hundred fold, as she tried to stand on the injured limb.   As Supergirl hobbled on one leg, Catgirl ruthlessly drove her fist into the stricken blonde girl's belly.  Overcome by the pain in her shapely leg, Supergirl was too weak to resist the blow, and Catgirl's fist penetrated the strongly molded muscles, all the way to the wrist.

Supergirl gagged, helplessly, and her face turned sickly green.  Her tall, voluptuous body folded like an accordion, and she pitched to the ground, again. She lay on the ground retching, unable to defend herself.  Catgirl had  immensely enjoyed the feeling of power, her grip on the beautiful blonde's pussy gave her moments earlier.  She bent over, and grabbed Supergirl between the legs again. This time, Catgirl secured an even deadlier grip.

Catgirl squeezed the Amazonian tipped claws, of her thumb and forefinger, shut on Supergirl's clitoris.  The mighty blonde shrieked in awful pain.  She tore insanely at Catgirl's wrist with both hands, but she couldn't pry those hideous claws loose, this time.  Her body stiffened in terror, as she realized the vicious hold rendered her completely, hopelessly defenseless.

With a cry of delight,  Catgirl sank the claws of her other hand into Supergirl's huge, right breast.  Supergirl sobbed brokenly, as Catgirl rose to her feet.  The ruthless feline lifted the sobbing Girl of Steel off the ground, suspending her, helplessly, with the twin grip of terror.

"You stupid little blonde pussy!  Did you really think you could beat Catgirl, in a catfight?"  Catgirl sneered, as Supergirl's wondrously formed body squirmed in midair, dangling agonizingly from her gripping claws.

Catgirl bent her knee, and pressed Supergirl's back across it.  Now, she was able to squeeze both hands, with all the terrible power of her super charged Amazon Girdle. Supergirl shrieked in terrible agony, as fierce, remorseless pain drained away, the last of her super strength, with inexorable finality.

Supergirl almost passed out from the frightful pain, before Catgirl finally dropped her tormented, abused body.  As her beaten foe lay helpless, unable to defend or protect herself, Catgirl kicked her a few more times with brutal abandon.  Unable to breathe, silent sobs shook Supergirl's body.

Finally, Catgirl paused, and pulled Supergirl's head off the ground by a lock of her golden hair.  She smirked into her victim's pallid, tear stained face, and crowed. "Hah, I guess I really beat the crap out of you, Looser!  All's you're good for, is giving blow jobs to fat politicians.  I will say you look good with some guy's limp dick stuck in your big mouth!   We ought to have a contest to see who gives better head, you or you're dumb friend, Mary Bimbo!"

Catgirl dropped the nearly lifeless head of the Maid of Might, and went on. "I was told to break a few bones!"  She cackled.

Before the wretchedly beaten Girl of Steel could move, Catgirl grabbed her arm, at the elbow and wrist, and began to exert pressure.  Irresistible  power flowed from her Girdle into her relentless, gloved hands.

Supergirl tried to resist, but she was too weak to do more than twitch helplessly, in the ruthless feline's grip.  She looked up imploringly, her blue eyes, overflowed with tears, huge and dark with terror, in her sick, green tinged face.  Her blond curls, dark with the perspiration of terror, clung limply to her finely shaped head.

"N-no! D-don't, please!"  The mighty Maid of Steel gurgled, piteously.

Catgirl laughed with delight, at mighty Supergirl's terrified, forlorn appeal. She gritted her teeth, concentrating all her power into her hands, until suddenly she was rewarded with a loud, double cracking sound, as both bones of Supergirl's forearm snapped, simultaneously, under the terrible pressure.

With one final, horrifying shriek, Supergirl collapsed.  Her eyes rolled sightlessly, and she mercifully passed out.  Catgirl dropped her victim's shattered arm, and it fell, twisted at a crazy, impossible angle.

The victorious, feline villain stood over the moaning superheroine's pathetically broken form, savoring a moment of  triumph.  In victory, Catgirl was panting, nearly sobbing in exhaustion, herself.  This had been the toughest fight of her career.  "The blonde bimbo put up more of a fight than I expected!"  Catgirl admitted to herself.  She was so exhausted, she didn't even think of raping her victim, as she normally might.

Instead, Catgirl wearily climbed back into the limousine, She got into the back seat this time, allowing the cameraman to drive back. The car pulled away with a roar, leaving the pitifully beaten superheroine, where she fell.  Supergirl's marvelously shaped form, stripped nearly naked, still twitched and trembled, in the aftermath of her horrible defeat.  Unconscious, the Girl of Steel continued to whimper and moan, as though in the throes of some terrible, pain filled nightmare.

While Catgirl was absent in the nation's capitol, Kitten Barbie handled the final details of the sale of Ms. Liberty.  All of the bids were in now.  After Barbie verified the authenticity of the top bidder's check, for a truly queenly sum, she notified the buyer of the details of pickup.

When Catwoman learned the buyer's identity, she magnanimously arranged to be on hand, to personally make delivery. The successful bidder had turned out to be her old friend Spidra, the fiendish conqueror of mighty Ultarina.

When Spidra was ushered into her reception room, Catwoman graciously descended from her throne, to warmly embrace her esteemed sister in crime.

"Spidra, I'm so pleased, you're the top bidder, but I must say, I'm a little surprised. I thought you were satisfied with your little pet, Ultarina!"

"Well, I was for a long time!"  The evil Spidra confided.  "When I first led that dumb floozy Ultarina out on a leash, for her morning airing in the park, it cut quite a stir!  So few villainesses had pet superheroines, then.  But, I must admit Catwoman, you've made it quite chic to lead a brace of superheroines about the park on leashes!  One must keep up with fashion!  Also, as you know, I do enjoy the races!  I made a considerable killing, last month, when my Ulty beat Lilith's insipid, blonde bimbo, Bright Angel, in the Superheroine Pony Girl Derby!"

 "Yes that was quite a coup!"  Catwoman purred.  "I bet a considerable sum on your Ultarina, and cleaned up very nicely, myself!  Of course, I give you all the credit! Your excellent training and superb driving skills made all the difference.  I fear, Lilith used the whip, much too freely, during a race.  Best to apply it liberally in training!"

"My thought, exactly!"   Spidra beamed. "I did think, I'd like to enter a team in the double team event, next year!  A year's training should have that lazy tart, Ms. Liberty, just about ready!"

"That should prove interesting!" Catwoman replied.  "I must warn you, though, I've thought of training my Wondie and her mother for the event, if my busy schedule allows!"

"I look forward to the challenge! That should make for quite a race!"  Spidra grinned, wolfishly.

When Catwoman and Spidra had exchanged the series of mutual compliments, mostly insincere, that protocol demanded, the two villainesses finally got down to business.

"Barbie, please bring out the merchandise!"  Catwoman snapped.

Barbie swiftly escorted the trembling Ms. Liberty into Catwoman's audience chamber. In preparation, for her delivery, Barbie dressed the tall, beautiful, full bodied crimefighter in another replica of her own uniform.  It was made the same size as the original, and it must be said Barbie had a real struggle, shoe horning the captive crimefighter into it.  To put it charitably, it fit very, very snugly.

A few weeks before, that mighty form, dressed in that uniform struck terror in the hearts of evildoers, everywhere.  Now, Ms. Liberty's appearance in Catwoman's reception hall, occasioned a titter of laughter from the two evil villainesses.

The boldly beautiful superheroine shuffled along behind her keeper, sniffling a little, her head hanging in shame.

"Oh Dear God!  I've been sold at auction, like head of cattle! Oh Dear!  What kind of pitiful superheroine am I, anyway?  What kind of sick message does this send to the youth of the world?"  Ms. Liberty snuffled to herself, silently, of course. She'd learned, very painfully, never to speak aloud, unless first spoken to!

When Ms. Liberty saw who the buyer was, her heart leaped into her throat. "Oh Dear God, NO!  It's that awful woman Spidra, who enslaved poor Ultarina!"

Spidra grinned wolfishly at the air of terror, she induced in the heroically bodied superheroine.  She thrust her thumb into the side of Ms. Liberty's mouth and pulled it open to inspect her teeth, as though she were buying a new saddle mare.   Ms. Liberty shuddered, resenting the treatment terribly, but too scared to protest or resist it.  Oh, it was so degrading to be treated this way!

Spidra cupped an enormous breast that had almost spilled out of the unfortunate superheroine's too-tight halter. Ms. Liberty's nipple stiffened nervously, when Spidra squeezed her breast appraisingly.  She wanted to tear that hateful hand from her body, more than anything in the world, but she was too scared.  The big lump of fear in her throat, nearly choked her, and she silently endured the awful humiliation.

Still hefting the enormous boob, possessively, Spidra grinned at Catwoman. "Lucky for us villainesses, that Superheroine's fighting abilities aren't measured by their bust size!"

"I always say the bigger their tits, the harder they fall!"  Catwoman smirked in return.

As Spidra continued to inspect her new acquisition, with critical expertise, she snorted.  "I must say Catwoman, you have let this lazy, blond slut go to seed, since you acquired her!  That's no way to treat a valuable asset. I shall change that immediately! This blonde superbimbo will work out in my gym twelve hours a day, or more, along with my other pet, Ultarina, and she shall diet strenuously!  You feed your sluts much too well!  You must be strict with superheroines, and discipline them frequently.  They're like children, without the proper direction from a knowledgeable Mistress!"

It must be said in Catwoman's defense, that though she might overfeed her superheroine herd, no one could fairly accuse her of not disciplining them frequently and thoroughly.  Catwoman laughed good-naturedly at the criticism. "You're just lucky I didn't sell her by the pound Spidra, or you would have paid considerably more!"

Spidra  poked her finger into Ms. Liberty's tummy with vicious force, doubling the tall blonde over at the waist.  "Well Missy, you may be fat as a piggy, now, but I shall work that off you soon enough!"  She promised with a fierce glare.  Ms. Liberty trembled, fearfully, as she rubbed the new sore spot on her tummy.

"Down on your knees, to your new Mistress, you impertinent slut!  Didn't we teach you any manners?"  Barbie hissed, and pinched Ms. Liberty's broad, jiggling bottom for emphasis.  Still sniffling miserably, Ms. Liberty sank down on her knees before her new owner.

As Ms. Liberty obediently leaned over to kiss Spidra's boot, in the servile manner Catgirl taught her, there was a loud ripping sound.  The seam of the crouching superheroine's briefs had finally given way, and split down the middle, baring Ms. Liberty's voluptuously rounded behind to the inspection of the three nasty villainesses, who all broke out in loud guffaws.

At this final humiliation, Ms. Liberty broke down completely, her sniffles becoming loud sobs of shame, and she slobbered messily over Spidra's shiny boots, as she dutifully and slavishly kissed them. Spidra kicked her away in disgust.  "I don't want a bath, you slob!"  She snapped furiously.

Shaking her head sadly, at the shortcomings of captive superheroines, Spidra attached a leash to Ms. Liberty's neck.  With a gesture of her finger she indicated poor Ms. Liberty was to crawl at her heel.

 Catwoman shook hands with her colleague. "A pleasure to do business with you, My Dear!"

"Likewise Darling!"  Spidra replied, and turning, led the sobbing, subjugated superheroine crawling at her heels, out to her waiting horse van.

When Barbie dressed Ms. Liberty for sale, that morning, she hadn't bothered to furnish under panties.  Now, she and Catwoman giggled maliciously, as they watched Ms. Liberty's broad, sumptuous bottom waggling so enticingly, in all its naked glory, beneath the split remnants of her costume, as she crawled, so obediently, at the heels of her new Mistress.

"Certainly, that's a superheroine's best side!" Barbie snickered to her Mistress.

"Indeed!"  Catwoman replied.  "A pity, Catgirl missed it! Exactly to her low taste in humor!"

Oh, is there no justice or decency left in Gothopolis, that vile villainesses can, with impunity, cruelly enslave and degrade so proud and virtuous a superheroine, as Ms. Liberty?  Are poor Supergirl's political aspirations, indeed, dead as a duck?  What further horrible perversions, will evil Catwoman tempt faithless Wonder Woman, to inflict on her unfortunate, brutalized mother?

To be continued, in Superheroine Jeopardy. Part 17.  Same Cat Channel! Same
Cat Time!