Superheroine Jeopardy. Part 11. Feline Scourge, And, Splendor In the Carrot Patch. By GW. Catgirl continues her persecution of the adorable captive, Mary Marvel. This story contains violence, torture, n/c sexual acts and bestiality. It is not meant for children, and should only be read by mature adults, over twenty-one. Synopsis: Catwoman captured, dominated and corrupted Batgirl, and turned her into Catgirl, an evil, younger clone of herself. The renegade crimefighter helped Catwoman capture, and break the spirits of Supergirl, Wonder Woman and Queen Hippolyta, and herself captured and raped Batman's young, crime fighting partner Robin. In her arrogance, Catwoman has conquered Paradise Island, and made herself Queen. Catgirl has succeeded in her first independent assignment. Using Amazon technology, she has beaten Mary Marvel senseless, and now continues to break her spirit and subjugate her. FELINE SCOURGE. After Dick Grayson left, Mary Marvel nervously paced her cell, awaiting, she knew not what, only that it would be unpleasant. It was a terribly novel experience for the World's Mightiest Girl to find herself a frightened, caged prisoner. The sweetest of superheroines was never arrogant about her incredible powers, but she had developed a certain complacency about her invincibility. It was a rude shock, when Catgirl defeated her, and made her a helpless captive. "I can't believe, I let her do that to me!" Mary Marvel thought in shame. "And I called her 'Mistress'. How could I be such a wimp? I mustn't give in to her, ever again! Holy Moly, though, what if she uses something like that dildo on me, like she did to poor Dick? I don't think, I could stand it!" Mary Marvel shivered in dread. Her fully rounded thighs tensed, as she felt a nervous thrill above her legs, at thought of being violated. Catgirl had two cocktails for lunch, and alcohol made the redhead meaner. Afterward, she changed from her form-fitting, leather pants to a short, leather skirt, her shapely legs bare to her black boots. On her hip, attached to her Amazon Girdle, she hung Catwoman's gift, that long whip, fashioned from a length of Wonder Woman's Magic Lasso. The lasso was deadly painful to mortals, when used as a whip, and now, supercharged by Shazam's Lightening, not even Mary Marvel was safe from its sting. Catwoman's technicians had made it even more deadly, by attaching a heavy Amazonium handle. Catwoman had overseen Catgirl's practice with a whip, until she was certain her pupil was expert in its use. It was late afternoon by the time Catgirl returned to Mary Marvel's cell. She swaggered into the cell, banging the double doors behind her. "Where did we leave off, Mary?" Catgirl asked innocently. Trembling, apprehensively, despite her resolve, Mary Marvel tried to screw up her courage to resist the beastly redhead. She replied, resentfully. "You almost strangled me to death!" "Is that how you speak to your mistress, Mary?" Mary Marvel quailed under that fierce eye, her resolve melting away. "N-no, Mistress!" She quavered., and then choked out. "I'm sorry!" "That's better, Mary! Oh yes, I remember. You were going to take off that silly red costume. Catwoman doesn't allow slaves to wear clothes, here." Mary Marvel saw the hot, greedy darkness in Catgirl's blue eyes, and shivered in dread. The thought of being naked and vulnerable before those eyes filled her bosom, with a terrible, nameless dread. "N-no!" She half-whispered. "WHAT?" Catgirl snapped fiercely. "I-I won't!" The heroine stammered, a little more boldly. "I guess, then, we'll have to do this the hard way!" Catgirl said replied, smiling eagerly. She leisurely uncurled the whip, from her Girdle, moving in threatening circles around the wary superheroine. Mary Marvel followed the young villainess's progress uneasily, craning her neck, so as not to miss a move. Even so, the sudden flash of the whip caught her by surprise. Catgirl's aim was unerring. Just the weighted tip cracked against Mary Marvel's cheekbone. Mary screamed. Her hand automatically flew to her cheek. She felt a trickle of blood. She still wasn't used to seeing her own blood flow, in anger, and when she glanced at it on her hand, she felt a little faint. Mary Marvel faced Catgirl warily, pressing her hand to her queasy stomach. Catgirl slashed the whip across the heroine's succulently-muscled thighs, leaving an angry, red welt on the creamy flesh. Mary shrieked. Her big, magnificently-formed body trembled uncontrollably. Physiologically, pain was still a terrible shock to her nervous system. Most people have a lifetime to learn to endure pain, but for Mary Marvel, it was a frightful new experience. "Darn you!" Mary Marvel cried in anguish. She flung herself at the smaller girl, trying to wrest the whip from her. Catgirl smashed the heavy, Amazonium hilt against Mary's chin, knocking the big superheroine off her feet. "Bad Girl!" She whispered. She slashed Mary's legs again, and the fallen heroine screamed. She tried to scramble to her feet, but Catgirl kicked her in the belly, doubling her up on the floor. The whip cracked in a staccato rhythm, scourging Mary's bare back and swelling buttocks. "Stop it! Stop it! Please!" Mary Marvel screamed in agony. "Stop it, who?" Catgirl cried gleefully. "Pl-please stop it, MISTRESS!" The cowed crimefighter wailed, plaintively. "Ready to strip for me, now, cuddles?" Catgirl sneered. "Aw-all right!" Mary Marvel quavered, the strong, confident voice of the World's Mightiest Girl, a frightened croak. With a sullen resentful pout, that made her beautiful face even more adorable, Mary Marvel complied with Catgirl's command. Sitting on the floor, Mary Marvel began to pull her supple, yellow boots from her long, powerful calves. "Never mind the boots! You can leave them on! Get to the good stuff, and hurry up about it, too!" Catgirl ordered impatiently. "Or, I'll do it myself!" Catgirl took Mary's arm and pulled her to her feet. Blinking back her angry, resentful tears, Mary removed her white and gold cape, and undid her yellow sash, letting them both fall to the floor. She grasped the skirt-hem of her short tunic, but then hesitated, in embarrassment. Catgirl raised her terrible whip threateningly. Mary gulped, and taking a deep breath, pulled her scarlet tunic up over her head. Her enormous, high-set breasts, naked underneath, sprang free like startled deer, and her upraised arms thrust that fabulous bosom into electrifying prominence. Catgirl caught her breath in excited anticipation. Mary Marvel tried to shield her half- nude body with her tunic, but Catgirl snatched it out of the heroine's hands, and threw it aside. Mary Marvel flinched at the vicious, young girl's touch. She modestly covered her trembling breasts with her hands. The vicious, twenty-year-old, bad girl had reduced the mature superheroine to a childlike helplessness. "All right get those shorts off!" Catgirl commanded, snapping the elastic waistband of Mary Marvel's red shorts. The youthful, feline villainess was breathing hard in eagerness. Her greedy agitation frightened the older, yet virginally modest, superheroine. "Pl-please not the shorts, Mistress!" The cowed crimefighter begged. Cg answered Mary Marvel's plea, with a stinging slap across the face. Mary stumbled dizzily from the shock, and with a downward jerk, Catgirl peeled the last vestige of Mary Marvel's proud, scarlet costume from her incredible torso. The material tangled about her long voluptuous thighs, exposing her thick, curly-brown, pubic thatch, outlined against the rich, creamy flesh of her muscle-etched abdomen. Feeling Catgirl's leering eyes burning into her nude body, Mary Marvel shrunk back against the wall in embarrassment, blushing almost as brightly as her discarded uniform. "Get those shorts all the way off!" Catgirl snapped. Mary Marvel, pathetically anxious to appease the vicious redhead, almost fell trying to get her shorts over her yellow boots. Catgirl took hold of her upper arm to steady her, squeezing the older woman's large biceps muscle possessively. Wincing at Catgirl's greedy touch, Mary Marvel shyly covered her breasts and genitalia. "Put you hands over your head!" Catgirl snapped. "Please no...." Mary nervously protested, then seeing the gleam of anger in Catgirl's eyes, quickly added. "Mistress!" "Do it, and do it, quick, or I'll rip those big tits, right off your chest!" Catgirl threatened. Her clawed hand brushed Mary Marvel's hand aside, and she cruelly scratched her marvelous, chestnut-tipped breast. Seeing the tiny drops of blood stain her creamy flesh, Mary Marvel was stunned anew, by the fearful realization, that Catgirl could disfigure and mutilate her beautiful body, as easily as if she was still in the guise of Mary Batson. Wordlessly, with a sweet winsome grace, the disheartened heroine raised her arms above her head, baring her magnificent body to Catgirl's smirking inspection. Catgirl noted that the celebrated crimefighter's incredible form did full justice to the radiant beauty of her enchanting face. The magnificent perfection of Mary Marvel's astounding bosom first caught the eye. Her huge, resilient boobs, with their long, delicate, chocolate nipples, swept dramatically up from her broad, thick-muscled chest. Even in defeat, Mary pluckily drew back her broad, wide shoulders, elevating her breathtaking bust to even greater resplendence. Below that incredible bosom, her belly rippled with hard, rubbery muscle, punctuated by her deep, round naval. For emphasis, her silky brown thatch formed a fleecy triangle against the rich cream of her silky skin. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, muscularly-rounded thighs and calves, tapering gracefully to dimpled knees and slender ankles. Catgirl watched transfixed, eyes lustfully drinking in the creamy perfection of that proud beauty. With the arrogance of ownership, Catgirl ordered the proud woman, she had enslaved. "Turn around, like that, slowly!" Mary Marvel didn't move, and Catgirl threatened her bosom again. Mary cringed, and then with a little catch of breath in resignation, her majestic body pirouetted with slow grace, revealing her big, heavily rounded haunches, hard as rubber. Above the big dimpled beach balls, her back muscles rippled under cream-silk skin, tapering upward, from breathtaking slimness at the waist, to square, brawny shoulders. "Flex your muscles, Sweetpea!" Catgirl commanded. Mary swallowed hard, and then, obediently flexed her fantastic muscles. Every muscle stood out in bold relief, taut and steely. "Make a muscle!" Catgirl ordered pointing to Mary Marvel's upper arm. The captive flexed her right arm, so that her biceps stood out like a grapefruit. "Gee, Honey! All those muscles and you're still a wimpy little pussy! Isn't that ironic?" Catgirl chortled. "Now, turn back toward me! Good! Hold that pose, and don't move if you know what's good for you!" Mary stood facing her hateful nemesis, not daring to antagonize the vile, young redhead, but hating herself, for her cowardice. Catgirl poked her finger in Mary Marvel's deep-set naval. The bullied heroine flinched, but held the pose. Her plump, lower lip quivered. "Oh, Holy Moly! This is so humiliating! What does she want from me?" Mary Marvel agonized, unhappily. As Catgirl went on fingering the splendidly delineated muscles of her abdomen, Mary Marvel's imposing legs trembled timidly, as well. Catgirl took Mary Marvel's enormous breast in her hand and hefted it, as though picking out a melon, at a fruit stand. "Pl-please, don't!" Mary Marvel whimpered. "Quiet!" Tears of mortification spilled down Mary's cheeks. Catgirl leaned over Mary Marvel's massive bosom and kissed a tense, frightened nipple. The World's Mightiest Girl gasped in shock. It was as bad as being hit. She closed her eyes in shame, as Catgirl continued to torment the stiff nipple, with her raspy tongue. Mary's flexed arm trembled, nearly uncontrollably. Catgirl's claws stole slyly down her victim's body, and tickled the pouting lips of her tight, little pussy. Mary squealed in shock, and jumped backward, but there was no place to hide or run. She shrunk back against the wall. Cowering in the corner, she desperately ducked down, and snatched her discarded cape from the floor. She vainly tried to cover her nakedness. The inadequate cape, was scarcely as large as a hotel bath towel, and the pathetic gesture of girlish modesty only made her vulnerability more charmingly overt. Mary Marvel was no longer the invincible superheroine, just a frightened, helpless, young maiden in distress., though, the incredible size and powerful muscularity of her physique accented her tearful helplessness, all the more. "Take that off, you stupid little twit!" Catgirl snarled at the bigger girl, and tore the white cape from her trembling body. Mary Marvel yelped in terror. She was shivering so hard, that her white teeth chattered. The sight of that magnificent body in all its nude grandeur, her's for the taking, inflamed Catgirl's basest passions, as well as arousing resentful jealousy. It was the sort of heroic beauty she had dreamed of possessing, herself. She hungered to dominate and degrade the beautiful, virtuous heroine, who was everything she envied. Catgirl pulled her whip from her hip, again, and cracked it in the air. The tall, full-bodied crimefighter retreated fearfully, further into the corner. "No, please don't whip me!" Mary Marvel pleaded, her big, brown eyes wet with tears. Catgirl's whip cracked again, slashing Mary across her ripe-muscled, right bottom cheek. The big fleshy globe trembled at the shock. "Aawwkkkk!" Mary cried, clapping her hands to her savaged rump. Catgirl struck again. The tip of the whip just snapped against the taut, brown nipple, of Mary Marvel's left breast. The pain was so intense, it took Mary's breath away, for a moment. "Ahhhhhh! Nooo!" Mary Marvel screamed. "Oh, Holy Moly! Please, not my boobs!" She stumbled away, but there was no place to hide in the limited space of the cell. Catgirl followed her, almost drooling in pleasure. She slashed Mary's back, leaving a stinging, angry welt, from right shoulder to left buttock. Mary Marvel shrieked again. In terrified desperation, Mary Marvel turned and rushed at Catgirl. She tried to wrestle the whip away from the young Dominatrix. Catgirl smashed the butt into Mary's chin, knocking her victim backward in a stunned daze. Mary's brief rebellion enraged Catgirl. Her gauntleted hands flashed out, slapping Mary Marvel's face back and forth, spinning her in a half-circle. The big, brunette beauty staggered away, ears ringing. As Mary Marvel tottered on uncertain legs, Catgirl gave her a hard shove, in the small of her back. Mary stumbled a few feet, and tripped over the toilet. Before she could recover her balance, Catgirl twisted the crimefighter's arm behind her back. Mary groaned, as Catgirl shoved her arm up between her shoulder blades. Then, Catgirl rabbit-punched her several times, until she went down on her knees. Catgirl relaxed her hold, and let the big, voluptuous crimefighter slip limply to the floor. As soon, as the beautiful brunette's body thumped down on the floor, Catgirl grasped a delicate earlobe, and forced her intimidated foe to stand up, again, treating her like an unruly child. Mary Marvel, stunned by another, one-sided defeat, meekly let Catgirl drag her to her feet, her head bowed in shame. Catgirl shoved and dragged the whimpering superheroine over to the toilet, and flung her down across it, her head and arms were on the floor on one side, and on her knees on the other. In this degrading pose, Mary's lavish breasts brushed the floor, as she crouched at Catgirl's feet. Catgirl grabbed Mary's buttock with a clawed hand. Mary squealed, as Catgirl jerked her about, until her immense behind stuck up provocatively. Catgirl twisted Mary Marvel's hair into a knot, with her left hand, to hold her in place. Then she doubled and redoubled the whip to manageable length at close quarters. Without further ado, Catgirl went to work on Mary Marvel's outrageously curved derriere, with the deadly whip. As the vicious welts cris-crossed Mary Marvel's splendid backside, the helpless heroine bit her full, lower lip to restrain her wails of agony. "Nothing like spanking a superheroine!" Catgirl chortled, as she slashed at Mary's defenseless body. "It's so degrading, isn't it? Don't you think so, Sweetpea? Stripped naked, like piece of meat, lying on your belly on a toilet, your big, fat behind waving in the air, (and by the way, you sure do have a really, big behind!) while a girl half your size spanks you, like a bad doggie!" It was, as though, Catgirl were reading Mary Marvel's mind, articulating every mortification the unfortunate heroine was feeling. The nasty feline went on, as Mary Marvel shrieked in pain. "What is there about getting spanked on the behind, that's so embarrassing and demeaning. If I whipped your back, you could heroically endure it! But this way, you're just a pathetic, comical boob!" Catgirl used the whip with frenzied enthusiasm. Poor Mary screamed and hollered. No matter how she struggled, she couldn't get loose. Catgirl went on whipping her tender bottom, until it was blazing in fiery pain. By now, Mary Marvel, the World's Mightiest Girl was shrieking hysterically. "Please, please, Mistress! Oh please stop! I'll never defy you again. I promise! I swear! I swear! Oh please, stop!" Panting with exertion, Catgirl finally stopped the vicious punishment. She let go of Mary's hair, and the defeated heroine slumped to the floor, sliding from her degrading perch, athwart the toilet. She swallowed her wild shrieks, but still cried bitter tears, as she got up on her knees, gingerly rubbing her savaged backside. She looked up at her tormentor, tremulously. Catgirl slyly lifted her short, leather skirt. Underneath, she was naked, but for a horrifying apparatus strapped about her loins. One of those horrible dildos, Dick Grayson had told her about! Mary gasped in terror. Somehow, poor Mary didn't have to be told, this one was made of Amazonium, and charged with Shazam's lightening, or that it was even bigger than the one Catgirl used on the unfortunate Boy Wonder. Catgirl looked down at the hapless superheroine, kneeling abjectly at her feet, miserably rubbing her blazing bottom. "Where do you want it, Sweetpea?" She laughed. Mary's brown eyes seemed big as saucers, as she fearfully eyed the terrible devise. Her sobs died away, as she held her breath in fear. "Oh no! Please, Mistress!" Mary Marvel whimpered. "Well, maybe if you suck on it, awhile, I won't stick it in you, yet!" Catgirl smirked. Kneeling in front of her vicious captor, Mary Marvel gingerly took the tip of the huge dildo in her mouth. "More than that, Sweetpea!" Catgirl voice rang out harshly. Mary reluctantly started to slide her trembling, pink lips down the shaft. As she did, Catgirl rammed her hips forward, and shoved the obscene horror halfway down her throat, almost choking her. "Gggghhh!" Mary Marvel gasped. She obediently sucked on the dildo, tears flowing down her beautiful face. Catgirl looked down smugly at her victim's sweet, beautiful face, her ripe lips wrapped around the lewd phallus. A lock of shimmering brown hair fell half across Mary's big, glistening, brown eyes, the eyes of a frightened, hunted doe. Catgirl shivered in delight, and caressed Mary Marvel's face. Catgirl kept the subjugated heroine at her loathsome penance for some time, enjoying her mortification. "That's enough!" She snapped finally. "Watching you suck that dildo is making me horny!" Catgirl unstrapped the dildo, and threw it aside. Her own pussy was wet and open. "Try this, Sweetpea!" Mary Marvel looked up imploringly, but when Catgirl raised her open hand, as though to slap her, she meekly pressed her face against Catgirl's crotch. With a sob of resignation, she slid her pink tongue inside the gaping labia. Though without any experience, she sought Catgirl's clit with her tongue, instinctively knowing, what was expected. She wriggled the tip of her tongue against it, sucking with her mighty lungs, as she did. Looking up through the tangled, brown hair, that half-covered her frightened eyes, she saw Catgirl was swaying in ecstacy. After Catgirl had orgasmed several times, she glanced at her watch, and noted it was nearly dinner time. Catwoman enjoyed formal dinners, and it was best not to be late. Catgirl hurried away to dress, leaving poor Mary Marvel cringing helplessly on the floor, her mouth and jaws sore and aching. Mary crawled to her pallet and sobbed in despair. She rolled up in a ball, and tried to think of happier times. When she was a young child, Mary Batson's favorite doll was a ragged, tattered rabbit that she carried everywhere and slept with every night. She called the stuffed rabbit "Mister Ears." When she was orphaned, she'd become more dependent on the security of the doll, than ever. Mary hugged a corner of her pallet for reassurance, wishing she had Mister Ears here to comfort her now, as she sobbed herself into a fitful sleep. At dinner, Catgirl boasted of her conquest, drinking recklessly. Catwoman goaded her on, asking for endless details of Mary Marvel's submission. Drinking much wine, and talking of her domination of the helpless heroine, roused Catgirl's lust to a raging fire. By the end of dinner, she was so horny she could hardly contain herself. Catwoman smiled, at seeing her young acolyte consumed by desire. She rose from the table earlier than usual, having a premonition that Catgirl's hot-eyed desire was likely to result in some interesting entertainment. Her feline intuition was correct. Inflamed by the alcohol, Catgirl was ravenous for some blood sport. "Sweet little Mary Marvel!" She muttered, with an evil leer. "I've been too easy on that wimpy bitch!" After she left the table, Catgirl went to her room and undressed, leaving on only her Amazon Girdle, and her boots and gloves. She strapped on the fearsome dildo that had so terrified Mary, earlier. After dozing fitfully for a time, Mary Marvel had woken in a cold sweat. She lay on her bare pallet, whimpering in shame, naked and afraid. "How could I let her do those things to me?" It was still impossible to believe that Mary Marvel could be so vulnerable, no more than a helpless, pathetic victim. She sat up, trembling in alarm, when she heard the cell door rattle. "Oh no, Catgirl!" Mary's heart was in her throat, hammering insanely. What now? Catgirl swaggered into the cell, slamming the door behind her. Mary saw the bleary menace in the redhead's crazed, blue eyes. "Holy Moly! She's naked, and wearing that awful, nasty thing! Oh, it's so ugly!" Mary Marvel jumped to her feet. Catgirl stalked toward her, and Mary desperately back- pedaled away from her. Catgirl made a grab for the naked crimefighter, but Mary dodged away. "Okay, Sweetpea! We'll do it the hard way, again; it's more fun that way, anyhow!" Catgirl's eyes glittered at sight of Mary Marvel's large, haughty bosom, bobbing fearfully about her broad, muscular chest. The young, feline devil slowly uncurled her diabolical whip, and snapped it in the air. Mary Marvel flinched at the sound. She eyed the snapping whip apprehensively. Catgirl had taught her all too well, the awful pain, that whip could inflict on her once invulnerable body. Mary stood poised to dodge to safety, but with feline quickness, Catgirl cracked her deadly weapon. The whip snaked through the air, and with unerring aim, coiled around Mary Marvel's trim, tightly-muscled waist. "Awwhhh!" The pain was so intense, Mary almost blacked out for a second. Another flick of her wrist, and Catgirl flung Mary Marvel to the floor. She tore the whip loose. As the coils slithered from Mary's body, they burned like fire. Catgirl planted her booted foot on Mary Marvel's thigh, holding her down, as she re-coiled the whip, and hung it back on her Girdle. With a last desperate surge of amazing strength, Mary Marvel tore herself loose, and sprang to her feet. Terrified of the vicious younger girl, Mary ran blindly about the cell, vainly trying to escape. Catgirl caught the panicky superheroine in the center of the cell. She twisted Mary Marvel's arm behind her back, with a savage wrench. "Agghhhh!" Before Mary Marvel could even try to struggle loose, Catgirl used her captured arm as a lever, to fling the big brown-haired woman face down on the floor. She pinned her firmly, this time, by straddling her waist. Mary Marvel still struggled frantically, until Catgirl cracked her Amazonium-shod glove across the back of Mary's columnar neck, in a vicious rabbit punch, that stunned our terrorized heroine. Catgirl knelt erect, and adjusted the straps of that obscene appendage embellishing her loins. She positioned the massive tip against the tight crevice, separating her victim's massively-muscled, impudently up-thrust bottom cheeks. "Don't do it! Don't do it! Oh please, Mistress Barbara! Don't do it to me!" Mary Marvel pleaded and begged, babbling incoherently in terror. Meanwhile, Catwoman sat in an adjacent room, watching the savage spectacle, on a series of televison monitors. When Catgirl left the dinner table, the perceptive Catwoman noted the sadistic lust mirrored in her aide's eyes. She had a premonition of what was coming. Perhaps she had schemed for it at dinner. She had leisurely slunk to the monitors, and now she sat at ease, sipping her final glass of vintage port, as she avidly watched her pupil's progress. Catwoman watched Mary Marvel's long, fabulously shaped, yellow-booted legs kicking helplessly up and down. As Catwoman heard Mary Marvel's heartfelt pleas, she shivered in delight. Her hand stole between her thighs. "Oh how purrfectly delicious!" Catwoman avidly watched poor Mary rear up one last time, and watched Catgirl flatten her with another savage, rabbit punch, then seize the glossy, brown hair at the back of her victim's neck, to hold her in place. Catgirl plastered her sweaty, nude body against Mary's muscular back. Mary Marvel felt that terrible, giant, bulbous tip hammering against her little, bud-like sphincter. She tensed her body to resist, kicking and thrashing. "Please, no, please, no!" Mary Marvel wailed. She thrashed and kicked uselessly, shrieking her vain pleas for mercy. She clawed at the floor, until her fingernails broke and bled against the unyielding Amazonium. Nothing helped! Catgirl rode the lurching superheroine, like a skilled horsewoman, mastering the feverish struggles of a strong, spirited mare, made frantic by panic. Laughing insanely, Catgirl rocked to and fro, battering against Mary Marvel's last inviolate privacy. The pitifully pleading, brown-haired girl somehow resisted the vicious invasion. Catgirl drew upon the full powers of her Amazon Girdle, until, finally, with inhuman power, she violently blasted through Mary Marvel's tight-clenched sphincter, and rammed home the evil phallus. "Aaaaaaaeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhh!" Even Catwoman shuddered, at Mary Marvel's shriek of hideous, agonizing violation. Breaching the tiny barrier, the brutal dildo rammed deep into Mary's body, burying itself to the hilt, with one inhuman thrust. As the huge shaft rammed deeper and deeper inside poor Mary, it seemed to fill her whole lower body. Her formidable body stilled, and her violent struggle ended. Now, she was desperately terrified of aggravating the frightful pain of that enormous rod wedged in her delicate, anal passage. Trying not to move, she trembled in terror, nostrils flaring, big, brown eyes glazed and glistening with tears, trying to control her sobs of agony and shame. Catgirl pulled the frightful tool of terror half out of the hapless heroine, then lunged forward, again. Mary Marvel shrieked anew, the second violation as bad as the first. As she rammed in and out of the shrieking girl, Catgirl let go of Mary's hair and reached under her body. She pawed at the virtuous heroine's fluffily-adorned pudenda, with metallic claws, and fingered her delicately virginal labia. Her dainty bum-hole, impaled, by Catgirl's horrendous artificial appendage, Mary Marvel had no will to resist Catgirl's detestable fingerings. Lying in stiff-legged terror, she felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy respond to Catgirl's claws. Catgirl raped the adorable pillar of virtue to a shattering sexual climax. When Catgirl was, at last, satisfied that she had imposed her libidinous will on the chaste heroine, she unbuckled the dildo harness from her slim waist. She rose from the weeping champion of virtue, leaving the terrible oversized bludgeon impaling Mary Marvel's virginal little bumhole. Scared to move, with that horrible thing stuck in her body, Mary lay where Catgirl left her. She wanted more than anything to have it out, but, by now, she was terrified to provoke her youthful, red-haired Mistress, in any way. She turned her head and looked miserably over her shoulder, and whimpered fearfully. "Oh please, Mistress! Take it out! It hurts so awfully!" "It's fun screwing you like that, Sweetpea, but it doesn't really get me off. I need that sweet, little tongue of yours. If you turn me on real good, maybe I'll take that out. Now, roll over, and get busy! What choice did she have? "Yes Mistress!" Mary Marvel whimpered, after a moment's hesitation. Moving as carefully and gingerly as possible, so as not to disturb that horror in her behind, the World's Mightiest Girl obediently rolled over on her back, her enormous upswept bosom trembling in dread. Catgirl squatted down on Mary's face. Once again, Mary Marvel extended her delicate, pink tongue, in subservient bondage, to perform Catgirl's hateful, perverse bidding. Catgirl was already tremendously excited at raping the helpless superheroine, and poor Mary was developing a certain expertise at pleasing the vile, young turncoat. Catgirl soon exploded in the most fabulously pleasurable orgasm of her young life. Finally satisfied, for that evening, at least, Catgirl pulled the obscene phallus from Mary's violated body, with a loud obscene "plop". The unfortunate heroine didn't move. She lay sobbing where Catgirl left her, for the rest of the night. She was still there, late the next morning, when Catgirl returned. Mary Marvel whimpered like a little girl, at sight of the evil redhead. Catgirl bound her arms and led her from the cell. Mary followed meekly, an abjectly subjugated slave. Catgirl took her to a makeshift lab and workshop. Catgirl forced the demoralized heroine to perch herself on all fours, on an examination table, set up in the center of the room. Mary Marvel spent a frightfully humiliating several hours crouching atop the table, chained by her ankles and hands. Catwoman joined her protegee, and the two evil felines attached electrodes to Mary's captive body, one set to her nipples, another set to her pussy and ravaged rectum. The electrodes were wired to the Amazon Batteries, built to store the energy from Shazam's Lightening Bolts. As the disgraced champion crouched in naked mortification, Catgirl cracked her vicious whip against Mary's big, curvaceous bottom, to force our poor heroine to repeat the magic name of the wizard, over and over again, each time changing from Mary Marvel to Mary Batson, and then back again, until all of the batteries were fully charged. When the process was complete, Catwoman patted Mary's cheek and gurgled sweetly. "Oh my sweet, little energy cow! You are a very valuable commodity, My Dear!" Then Catwoman turned to Catgirl and informed her. "I'm going to visit Paradise Island, for a few days. I'm sure my loyal subjects miss their Queen. Also, I've had reports that Little Sister Drusilla has been causing trouble. It may be time to deal with our so-called 'Wonder Girl'! I shall take Wondy, Soupy and Hippy, as handmaidens and body-slaves. Robin Red-butt may as well come, too. You stay here, to take care of things. You may keep your little pet heifer, Mary Marvel, with you for company, and amusement. By the way, my vegetable garden has been neglected lately. Hippy has been falling behind in her chores. She's so slow, no matter how hard, I whip her big behind! Have your pet weed the carrot patch, this afternoon!" "Yes, Mistress!" Catgirl replied, eagerly, excited to be left on her own, with her new toy, for a few days. SPLENDOR IN THE CARROT PATCH. Later that day, Mary Marvel crawled miserably through Catwoman's carrot patch, on hands and knees. She pulled up weeds, and picked clumps of carrots, putting them in a basket. Her fabulously curved body gleamed in creamy perfection, in the late afternoon sun. Most of her worst bruises and welts were fading, thanks to the Amazon unguents, Catwoman had access to. As she crawled, her big, beautiful, bottom undulated gently from side to side. Each movement caused a twinge of pain, in her violated rectum, reminding poor Mary of her degradation. At the edge of the carrot patch, Catgirl sat under a beach umbrella, reading a cheap, romantic novel. "Well, it's just good clean dirt, I guess!" Mary thought, as she pulled up another carrot cluster. "It's better than servicing that nasty sadist!" Mary Marvel gagged at the memory of using her sweet, pink tongue on that hateful, feline deviant. She spat in the dirt, as though to get the taste from her mouth. Just then, a large, spotted rabbit hopped boldly up to the naked captive. "That's funny!" Mary thought. She couldn't see too clearly, because of the tears misting her big, brown eyes. The bold rabbit came closer, right up to her basket, and sat up on its hind legs. With a surprisingly human-looking, four-fingered paw, in a white glove, he pulled one of the carrots from Mary's basket, and stuck it in the corner of his mouth, like a cigar. Then he bit off the end, and nibbled at it. As he chewed the carrot, the rabbit said, with a hint of Brooklyn in his intonation. "Eh, what's up Mary?" Mary Marvel felt an unfamiliar thrill of hope and comfort. "Hoppy!" She breathed, brushing the tears out of her eyes. "How did you get here?" The rabbit took another bite of carrot, and looked at the brown-haired girl, speculatively, eying the fading bruises and whip lines, as well as her incredibly shapely body. As he chewed the second bite, the rabbit thought. "Wow, Holy Moly! Mary sure is beautiful, for a human, and she's really built like a brick, rabbit hutch, too. She looks like she's been through hell, though, Poor Kid!" Then aloud, the rabbit answered the girl's question. "This carrot patch intersects the human and anthropomorphic-animal dominions. Didn't you know?" "I knew there were such places. I didn't know this was one." Mary replied. "Oh, but Hoppy, you've got to get out of here! That nasty witch in the lawn chair will make rabbit stew of you, if she catches you!" "Eh, don't you worry about this Bunny, Kiddo! What can I do to help you?" Mary Marvel sniffed sadly. "I don't think even you can help me, Hoppy!" "Did that redhead do this to you?" The rabbit asked. Mary Marvel hung her head, without answering, ashamed for her friend to see her like this. "How?" "Well, lets just say, I found out, I'm not the World's Mightiest Girl, after all! She beat me up, and captured me!" Mary answered ruefully, hanging her head sheepishly. She was ashamed to tell even a friend of the r frightful indignities, cg inflicted on her. "Holy Moly!" The rabbit called Hoppy said. "Well, we've got to do something about that!" "Oh no, Hoppy! Please! Just get out of here! She has the power of the Wizard's Lightening, stored in that girdle around her waist!" "Hummf! Well so can I have the power of the Wizard's Lightening!" "Please, Hoppy, don't!" Mary Marvel wept, fearfully. The rabbit patted her hand. "Like I said, don't you worry about this, bunny, Kiddo!" With that, the rabbit cried out. "SHAZAM!" There was deafening clap of thunder, and a bolt of lightening struck the carrot patch. A moment later, in place of the spotted rabbit, stood the World's Mightiest Rabbit, Captain Marvel Bunny. The anthropomorphic hero stood three-and-a-half-feet tall, and was shaped much like a short, very muscular human being, except for the impudently- grinning, rabbit face, above his broad shoulders. He was dressed all in red, but for yellow boots and sash, and white and gold cape. A lightening bolt insignia, like Mary Marvel's own, was outlined on his broad chest. Catgirl looked up in shock. What was that? The villainess saw something red flashing through the air, straight at her. She tried to get out of her lounge chair, but just as she stumbled to her feet, two very, very large, yellow-booted, rabbit feet struck her in the face, bowling her over. As Catgirl rolled in the grass, the rabbit leaped, feet first, on top of her, and jumped up and down on her chest. Those enormous feet painfully bruised the redhead's pert bosom. 'Get away! Get away!" Catgirl shrieked, in terror. "What in hell is it?" The evil feline summoned the power of her Lightening-charged, Amazon Girdle and swatted the large, red-clad rabbit off her. The big bunny tumbled head over heels, but hopped right back up, again. He flew straight up into the air, and came down, feet first on Catgirl's head. Catgirl was half expecting the blow, but the flying rabbit knocked her off her feet, again, anyway. "What is that thing? It gives me the creeps!" Catgirl muttered. She dove at the flying rabbit, but he ducked to one side, grabbed her wrist and judo tossed her. The maneuver flipped the shapely, scantily-clad redhead, head over heels. Catgirl landed face down, and the rabbit jumped up and down on the small of her back. Damn! That hurt! "Get off me!" Catgirl yelped. "Damn thing kicks like that lousy burro, Pedro!" Catgirl thought. She rolled over, and made another grab for the rabbit, but he jumped clear. He flew straight up in the air, again and came down on Catgirl's behind, as she got up on all fours. The kick sent her sprawling, again. Catgirl got up, as far as her knees, and found the fearsome rabbit in front of her, waiting. Now he was at eye-level. Catgirl cringed, but instead of attacking, the bunny planted a loud, mocking smack on her lips. Catgirl spat, and sputtered in dismay. "That's disgusting!" "What's the matter, Babe? Haven't y'never been kissed by a rabbit, before? Once y'tried it, y'never go back!" "Holy shit! The thing talks!" Catgirl furiously tried to hit the rabbit. Instead, the red-clad bunny threw a left-right combination, that knocked her sprawling, in the dirt, one more time. "Goddamn it! I don't know what that thing is, but it scares me! I'm getting the hell out of here!" Catgirl jumped to her feet, and took off, as fast as her black boots would carry her. The rabbit hero started to chase her, but a few feet from the carrot patch, he suddenly stopped short, as though hitting an invisible boundary. He'd reached the boundary of the inter-dimensional portal, and could go no further. Catgirl jumped into a blurry shape. It was Wonder Woman's Invisible Plane. A moment later, the Amazon Plane took off. The rabbit stalked back to Mary Marvel, who still crouched in the dirt, watching in amazement. "Oh, Hoppy! You were incredible! You're wonderful!" Mary Marvel said, in warmhearted admiration. "I wish I could have done that to her!" "Aww shucks, Mary! It wasn't nothing! I bet you could have done it, only you're just too darn sweet, for your own good, sometimes!" Mary Marvel had never seen a rabbit blush, before. The beautiful, naked, brown-haired girl stood up. Impulsively, she reached down, and picked the rabbit up in her arms. When the ancient Wizard granted her the power to become Mary Marvel, she'd first met Captain Marvel Bunny. To Mary, the rabbit superhero seemed to be her beloved 'Mister Ears' come to life. She'd always had a near uncontrollable urge to hug the familiar seeming superbunny, as though he was a dearly-beloved friend. Now, overcome by admiration and gratitude, she couldn't stop herself. Before he could squirm loose, Mary kissed him, ardently, on his rabbit lips. "My Hero!" Mary Marvel breathed. "Holy Moly, Toots! You sure can kiss!" The rabbit said, his head swimming. His long rabbit ears corkscrewed around each other in embarrassment. Mary Marvel suddenly felt shy and embarrassed, herself, by her enthusiasm. She set Captain Marvel Bunny back on his feet. As she did, his furry face and whiskers brushed against her naked, lower body. Mary shivered, as the intimate contact awakened strange desires in her innocent body. She shyly looked away, in confusion. The large, scarlet-clad rabbit saw the blush on the beautiful, brown-haired girl's face and bosom. "Holy Moly! I never knew a human girl could be so sexy!" He thought. The rabbit's face was on the level with the beautiful juncture of Mary Marvel's shapely, undraped, thighs. He gallantly looked away, although it took all his will power. "Oh Hoppy! I'm sorry!" Mary Marvel said. As she shyly half-turned away, Mary Marvel trembled slightly. Her up-swelling bosom brushed against the tips of those long rabbit ears. When the furry ears tickled her nipples, the exquisite, chestnut nuggets stiffened, sharply, in desire. Mary Marvel gasped in dismay. "He's a Rabbit!" The beautiful girl told herself, as the big bunny was thinking. "She's a human!" But the difference in species no longer mattered. Mary Marvel couldn't stop herself. She pulled the rabbit closer. His muzzle brushed between her firmly molded thighs, intimately. She felt his hot breath and whiskers. Mary shivered in delight. She went weak in the knees, and half swooning, sank to the ground, still holding the rabbit close to her. "Ohh Hoppy, is this wrong?" "Nothing you do, could be wrong, Mary!" The rabbit grunted, passionately. "What about your girl friend, Millie?" "Well, you know how it is, being a superhero, Mary. It's impossible to make a permanent commitment. We've sort of drifted apart." Captain Marvel Bunny nuzzled ardently against Mary Marvel's brown-fringed mound. Unable to help himself, the passionate bunny delicately nibbled at the delicate labia, with his large buck teeth. "Wow! That's the sweetest carrot patch I ever came across!" He thought. "Oh Hoppy! That's incredible! Don't stop! Pleeeaaassse!" Mary moaned hoarsely. She never imagined such passionate desire. She ran her hands over the rabbits strong muscular body. "Please take your clothes off too?" She breathed plaintively. "I want to feel you against me!" Eager to please the adorable, brown-haired heroine, the powerful rabbit rapidly stripped off his red and gold uniform. Mary ran her hot, eager fingers over his body, in ecstasy. The soft fur covering the hard muscles was so exciting! Captain Marvel Bunny began nibbling delicately at Mary Marvel's incredible, nude body. He gently kissed her long eyelashes, dewy with tears of happiness. He kissed the tip of her captivating, unturned nose, and nibbled her ears, until she near screamed in excitement. The excited rabbit kissed the taut muscles of Mary's upper arms, and shivered as he felt them flex, pleasurably. He kissed the delicate hollow of her throat, and felt her pulse race with excitement. Mary Marvel avidly hugged her bunny hero, and felt his huge rabbit erection throbbing against her willing womanhood. Gulping with excitement, Mary Marvel ducked her head, and kissed the tip of the rabbit's penis. It had expanded to heroic proportion. "Oh Hoppy! It's soooo big!" Mary breathed ecstatically, and drew the throbbing cock into her mouth, and sucked it deep into her throat. She sucked and kissed with eager, joyous intensity. The grateful rabbit groaned in arousal. "Wow! Holy Moly, Mary, you're good!" He choked. "That bitch made me practice!" Mary Marvel admitted, blushing at the shameful memory, of slavishly sucking Catgirl's hideous dildo. She stroked Captain Marvel Bunny's large, hairy feet. "Gee Hoppy, you were so good with these! It was wonderful the way you kicked the tar out of that vicious, red-haired witch!" Her words were muffled by the huge, rabbit cock in her sweet mouth. By now, Mary Marvel was on fire with desire. Much as she enjoyed sucking the hero bunny's giant cock, she wanted it inside her. "Oh Hoppy, please! I need you!" The rabbit mounted the brown-haired girl's eager, waiting body. She was trembling in breathless anticipation, her huge breasts on fire with anticipation. Captain Marvel Bunny slid inside Mary, with ease, although her virginal pussy was a tight fit. They moaned in pleasurable unison, at that dazzling merging of their bodies. The eager rabbit drove in and out of her compliant body, and Mary rose to meet his thrusts, both using all their super strength, striving against each other in eager cooperation. "Hoppy, could you do that thing with your ears, to my breasts, again? Mary pleaded. The rabbit twisted his long, furry, incredibly flexible ears, and tickled and caressed Mary's super-sensitive nipples. The chestnut nuggets stiffened like arrowheads, thrusting against his ears. As he tickled her nipples, he kissed Mary's smooth-muscled belly, and nibbled at the velvety, white flesh. Mary leaned her head down, and kissed the top of Hoppy's furry head. She hugged the rabbit's furry body to her, as they thrust against each other. "Holy Moly!" Mary Marvel thought. "Mister Ears was never like this!" The two superheros strained and thrust against each other, until they both screamed out, together, in supreme orgasmic release. Later, as they lay side by side, together, arms entwined, Mary Marvel breathed, throatily. "Holy Moly, Hoppy! I know you were just kidding, to tease that red-headed witch, but it's true. Once I've had a rabbit, like you, I'll never go back!" The rabbit smiled modestly, and taking two carrots, trimmed them, and gave one to Mary. The two unlikely sweethearts, side by side, delicately nibbled the carrots, in the euphoric lethargy of mutual, amorous gratification. Captain Marvel Bunny gently squeezed and stroked Mary Marvel's firm, upthrust breast. Mary moaned dreamily, feeling her desire gently rising again. Amidst the verdant splendor of the carrot patch, the two lovers consummated their passion several more times, in the brief spell allowed them. Then it was time to part. Though the carrot patch adjoined both the human and the anthropomorphic-animal realms, neither could enter the world of the other. It was only here, that they could meet, and they could they not long remain, lest Catgirl return with reinforcements. They fondly bid each other goodby, and parted. Captain Marvel Bunny sadly watched the adorable superheroine disappear from his life, at least for now. He was terribly concerned for the girl he had come to cherish, she was naked and vulnerable. The cruel band on her wrist prevented her from flying. Catwoman and Catgirl would do their utmost to track her down and imprison her again. Her sweet nature would be an enormous disadvantage in her struggle against the vicious felines. The hero bunny shook his head fearfully, before he returned to his own world. Can Mary Marvel long elude the vicious felines, naked and hampered by the device on her wrist? What of Wonder Girl, a hunted fugitive in her own Island home? To be continued next season. Please come back next fall. Same Cat Channel! Same Cat Time!