By GW

Her Feline Majesty, the new Queen of the Amazons, visits her Conquered Realm, leaving Catgirl on her own, in the Big City.

THIS STORY CONTAINS VIOLENCE, TORTURE,  AND N/C SEXUAL ACTS.  IT IS NOT MEANT FOR CHILDREN, AND SHOULD ONLY BE READ BY MATURE ADULTS, OVER 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 Batman's young, crime fighting partner Robin.  In her arrogance, Catwoman conquered Paradise Island, and made herself Queen. Though, Catgirl succeeded in her first independent assignment, of capturing Mary Marvel, she allowed the anthropomorphic hero, Captain Marvel Bunny, to defeat her, and rescue the adorable Mary.

Catgirl got out of the shower, bored and depressed.  "At least, though, that bitch has gone to spend a few weeks at Paradise Island!"  She thought with relief.

Now, that she had conquered it, and declared herself Queen, Catwoman had come to regard the ancient home of the Amazons as her country estate.  With a theatrical,  world-weary, hand on forehead, she had expressed the need to recuperate, after the "exhausting ordeal' of her political barbecue.

"I don't know why it exhausted her?"  Catgirl muttered cattily.  "She didn't do any of the work.  Anyway, thank God, she's gone for a few days!"

Catwoman had still not forgiven her young protegee for losing the captive Mary Marvel, while the heroine was in Catgirl's custody.

"It wasn't my fault!"  Catgirl whined to herself, for the thousandth time.  "It was that goddam rabbit's fault!  Anyway, it was me who captured the bitch in the first place!"  Whenever Catgirl tried to explain, though, people had difficulty keeping a straight face.  Lately, Catwoman's other aides didn't even bother to hide their laughter.  She even had to endure giggles from the wretched captives.  No one took the story seriously.

Catwoman didn't laugh!  Loss of what she considered one of her rightful possessions was no laughing matter.   She was still cold and distant with her young assistant, expressing her disdain with cutting, sarcastic remarks at the slightest provocation.

Just before she left for her "well deserved" rest, Catwoman had looked Catgirl, the former Batgirl, up and down, and sneered.   "Really Barbara, you should think of dieting and exercise, while I'm gone!   You're getting quite pudgy!  We may have to change your name, again, to "FATgirl' at the rate you're gaining weight!"

Catgirl had flushed and gritted her teeth in frustration, but pretended to take the remark as a joke, while thinking.  "Bitch is no lightweight herself these days!"  Still, Catwoman had left Catgirl in charge here, at her Gothopolis headquarters, that was the important thing.

"Well, what can I do to amuse myself?   I'd like to take that bitch, Supergirl down a notch or two, but "No" she had to go visit Mr Bubbuh!"  Catgirl fantasized about tormenting the beautiful blond, but since the barbecue, Catwoman had placed Supergirl, off  limits. Catwoman  had even moved the beautiful blond captive from her bare cell to more luxurious quarters, that were more like a fine hotel.

"Sneaky little bitch has a better room than I do!"  Catgirl thought resentfully.  "Just because the simpering bimbo beat her stupid friend, Wonder Woman, at mud wrestling!  Who couldn't do that?  I could beat both of them at once!" Catgirl boastfully reassured herself.

"Oh, Mr. Bubbuh, you're so wonderful!"  Catgirl mimicked the superheroine's admiration for Catwoman's honored visitor.  That morning, an official helicopter had whisked Supergirl off  to Mr. Bubbuh's official government, weekend retreat, where Mr Bubbuh was relaxing while his wife was away campaigning for political office in another state.   When he requested a visit from the blond superheroine, Catwoman had been eager to comply.  Much to Catgirl's disgust, she had fussed over Supergirl's preparations for the trip, as though sending a beloved daughter off to College.

"Squatting between a politician's legs is about all, the blond bimbo is good for, anyway!"  Catgirl snickered spitefully to herself.  "Those blond curls bobbing up and down, must look like a rubber duck in the bathtub!  Well, I guess, I'll have to make do with Wondie.  Since she lost the mud wrestling match, Catwoman doesn't care what I do to her!  She's hardly any fun anymore, though!  Hmm, maybe I'll give her pompous, overbearing Mom a shot, today!  I've never really got it on with Hippy.  And she's right across the cell from her darling daughter.  Yeah, Wondie gets more upset when her mother gets it, then when I do it to her!  Yep, that might be fun! Hippy's kind of cute too, if you like super-sized, ice queens.  She does look so much better on her knees, of course, after you wipe that supercilious sneer off her face!"

Now that the thought entered her head, Catgirl was eager to carry it out. She didn't bother to dress fully, just tugging on her Amazon Girdle over her panties, and pulling on her boots.

The cell door clanged open, and Queen Hippolyta looked up with a frightened start. Then, remembering her royal dignity, she rose majestically from her pallet.  Since her capture, the rough pallet  was her only bed, so different from her luxurious, queenly chamber in the royal palace of Paradise Island.  Catwoman was enjoying a catnap there at this very moment, lying at her ease on the soft, silken sheets.

On her feet, the captive Queen was nearly as tall as the tallest basketball player, and broader than most professional football players, but with a winsome, womanly form, that still suggested the sweet girlish grace of her youth. The deposed Queen drew herself up to her full majestic height, and waited with quiet dignity.  That august dignity was such, that even standing naked, in this bare cell, her magnificent body seemed clothed in decorous royal raiment.

Across the narrow corridor between the cells, Hippolyta's loving, eldest daughter watched in hypnotized horror. " Oh no what's that evil witch going to do to Mommy?"  The captive Amazon Princess agonized, her anguish all the greater in knowing her own failure led to her mother's downfall.  "If only I'd been stronger!"  The gallant Amazon maiden wept, a single tear running down her lovely cheek.  An older secret colored her guilty anguish, and made it all the harder to bear.

The captive Queen knew that all that stood between freedom for herself, and for her unhappy daughter, was this slip of  a girl, someone who might have been no more than an insignificant page in the Amazon Court. True the girl wore an Amazon girdle, charged with the Wizard's lightening, but to the Hippolyta of old, that would have been no more than an exciting challenge, to be gaily contested.  What Amazon was ever deterred by the great odds against her?

The Queen's tall, magnificent form tensed, ready to spring. Catgirl saw the tense readiness.  She casually flicked her wrist, and slashed her short whip across the Queen's thigh.

Hippolyta squealed in pain!  Her mighty form went limp, losing it's battle ready tautness.  The wild, Warrior Queen of Amazon legend was no more. Too many bitter defeats, and too much pain had taught the proud Queen discretion.  Long, hard, feline conditioning had broken her self-reliant pride, and deep within her soul was the terror that resistance could only result in one more devastating defeat.  Better not to risk it.  Her shaken psyche couldn't face another humiliating  failure.

With a little half-sob of resignation, silently berating herself for her craven surrender, mighty Queen Hippolyta retreated back into a corner of the cell.  Catgirl negligently let the whip dangle form her wrist, as she stood arrogantly, hands on hips, sneering at the cowering, former Queen.

Catgirl went on, as though nothing had happened.  "Well Hippy, how are you doing today?  I heard your royal consort Pedro whinnying for you in the stable this morning!"  A ghastly shadow clouded the former Queen's snapping, black eyes, at reminder of past degradations.

Queen Hippolyta squared her broad shoulders, and replied with all the regal dignity she could muster, all that Catwoman had left her.  "You must be a very unhappy, young woman Barbara, to need to bolster your ego with such cruelties!"

Catgirl's blue eyes flashed angrily, but then she smiled sweetly.  "A little out of sorts, are we, this morning, Hippy?  Maybe it's time for another enema!  I understand that does wonders for a bad disposition!"

The Queen's face blanched.  Unconsciously, she fingered the cruel catspaw brand burned into her broadly muscled hip. Remembering the terrible aftermaths of past defeats, her proud, black eyes fell before that smirking glance.

In silent satisfaction, Catgirl saw the look of naked terror flash across the beautiful face, before Hippolyta, with a heroic effort of Amazon will, regained the shreds, at least, of her royal composure.  Even as her strong classic features set in icy self-control, though, the unfortunate Queen licked her ripe lips, nervously, knowing that look of eager cruelty in those young eyes boded ill for her that day.

"Lean over and grab your ankles, Hippy!" Catgirl sneered.

"I will not!" Bold Hippolyta straightened her broad, muscled back, trying to maintain those last few shreds of royal dignity.  Glancing at the whip dangling from Catgirl's wrist, though, she envisioned herself crawling at the cruel Catgirl's feet, the whip lashing her ample, royal bottom.  All of the degradations she had endured, since that fateful day she came to rescue her daughter from captivity, flashed through her mind. She felt a tiny twinge between her legs.  Was it just nervousness, or, horror of horrors, the first token of sexual excitement?

"Oh Dear Hera, NO!"  Had the vicious felines taught an Amazon Queen to erotically savor pain and degradation?  Was she anticipating what was to come?

"No, I'll never be like that!"  Hippolyta resolutely told herself.   Her mouth was dry!  Catgirl was so strong and dominant, though, almost like a goddess, herself.  The captive Queen fought down a near uncontrollable urge to throw herself at Catgirl's feet, and plead for mercy.  At that image, the traitorous weakness between her legs grew stronger.  Hippolyta felt a drop of moisture bedew her glossy, raven's wing nether pelt. She licked her full lips, again.

"No, no!  Dear Hera, give me the strength to resist her!"  Hippolyta prayed anxiously, with tears dimming her black eyes.  It would be so easy!  She dared not admit it, consciously, but her heart knew, it would even be gratifying, to pay homage at the feet of the cruel young feline Mistress.  She desperately fought the terrible urge, but her struggle only fed the growing fire in her loins.

"I mustn't! I'm an Amazon Queen!"  Hippolyta thought determinedly, but a small voice, within, told her.  "You're no queen!  They stripped you of honor and pride, along with your throne!  You're no more than a whimpering slave!  You deserve to serve this strong, young Princess!"

"I'm not afraid of you!" Queen Hippolyta said, with quiet dignity, still fighting her own dark urges, but her lower lip trembled nervously.  Her dark eyes grew  big and moist, like those of a nervous doe.

Catgirl scented the nervousness and indecision.  She smiled knowingly.  Her cold, blue eyes bored into Hippolyta's moist, black orbs. The quiver in the ripe lower lip grew more agitated.  Hippolyta clutched one hand with the other,  and twisted it anxiously.  The idea of more pain and torment filled her with a terror alien to a true Amazon, yet the treasonous weakness in her loins, at the prospect, made her legs tremble and her knees knock together.

Clutching the bars of her cell with a death grip, Wonder Woman watched in horror, recognizing the signs of weakness and submission in her noble mother. She knew those signs all too well herself, to ever mistake them in another, especially one so deeply part of her.

Catgirl stood still as a statue, just glaring into Hippolyta's eyes.  Cowed, those fierce hawk eyes dropped submissively to the floor.  Hippolyta's broad shoulders slumped.  Even her mighty bosom, the fevered dream of Hercules, and the glory of Greece, drooped in charming surrender.  Her pink tongue moistened her ripe, quivering lips again.  Unable to stand the tension, she blurted out.  "Do whatever you're going to do, and get it over with!  Please!" There was the tiniest note of incipient hysteria in her deep, lilting voice.  Catgirl smiled a little, but continued to motionlessly stare at the beautiful, arrogant face, once so used to command.

Hippolyta shifted her weight nervously, from one foot to the other.  Was she unconsciously squeezing her thighs together, to relieve the aching need in her Queenly, ebony thatched pussy?  Still, Catgirl stared silently. The unfortunate Queen fought, with all her imperious will, the urge to fall on her knees and beg.  Her noble brow was wet with cold perspiration. It ran down into her eyes and mingled with hot, salty tears. Her incredible bosom, bowed in submission, trembled with noticeable anguish.  Her breath came in short harsh gasps, as though engaged in some grueling Amazon challenge.   An ebony curl clung damply to her forehead, adding a helpless little girl air, to her mature charm.

Catgirl grinned a little, but still did not move.

"Pl-please!"   Hippolyta whispered desperately, not sure, herself, what she was begging for.

"I said, "lean over and grab your ankles, Queenie'!"

This time, the intimidated Queen did as she was bidden.  She turned, and with a sniffle of dread, bent her glorious, heroic form at the middle, submitting her muscled, globular bottom cheeks to Catgirl's pleasure.   She submissively grasped her ankles.  Now, her back was to her daughter, in the other cell.  Wonder Woman looked away, embarrassed at the glimpse of her mother's  girlish pussy peeping between her stalwart, warrior's legs.

With a gleeful laugh, Catgirl slashed her whip across the vulnerable bottom of her royal captive.  Hippolyta leaped in shock at the burning pain, but kept her demeaning position.  Early in her captivity, she learned that punishments were doubled or tripled at any sign of noncompliance with feline whims.

Catgirl seemed in a frenzy, as she madly lashed  her victim's lush bottom. Hippolyta squealed and sobbed in distress, whimpering pleas for mercy.

Wonder Woman closed her eyes, and covered her ears with her hands, unable to bear the sight and sound of her Mother's pain and mortification.  After about twenty lashes, Catgirl let go of the whip, letting it dangle from her wrist, again.  She was panting from the exertion, but her eyes sparkled blissfully.

Hippolyta danced up and down, from one foot  to the other, to ease the fiery pain, all her royal composure burned away by Catgirl's lash. The fierce whipping had left her big, marvelously rounded bottom and upper thighs, fiery red. She was still sobbing and gulping in the aftermath.  Catgirl glanced at her victim, delighted by the total destruction of Queenly dignity.

"Your pussy is all wet, Queenie!  Why don't you wipe it with your fingers?"  Catgirl smirked.

The insulting, demeaning idea of an Amazon Queen masturbating on command of her captor, in view of her own daughter, was so revolting, that Hippolyta drew back as though struck, again.  Yet, she couldn't deny the truth to herself, any longer.  Her loins were on fire with need.  It took all the Amazon will, left her, to resist the urge to obey Catgirl's command.  The strain of resistance, was unendurable, and she sobbed brokenly.

Catgirl came closer to the trembling, sobbing Queen.  She slid her small, gloved hand between Hippolyta's strongly molded, olive hued thighs, finding  the juncture of the warrior's thighs, to be molded with delightful feminine grace.

Hippolyta's sobbing gasps died, in a soft sigh of relief, as Catgirl's skilled fingers found, and fondled, her womanhood.  She hunched forward, eagerly riding Catgirl's hand, gratefully accepting her cruel captor's forceful manipulations.

"What choice do I have!"  Hippolyta tearfully told herself, in mortification.  Her face flushed in shame, as she heard a single, soft sob from her daughter's cell.  "Forgive me Diana!"  She thought.  "I can't be strong anymore!  Once I was an Amazon Queen, now I'm just a weak, defeated woman!"

As relief flooded through her trembling body, Hippolyta's knees grew weak and nearly buckled under her.  In the next cell, her unhappy daughter, as though in sympathy for her fallen mother, fought off the terrible urge to grasp her own delicate genitalia in equal need. The sight of her indomitable mother, the heroine of her girlhood, her mentor and role model, servilely accepting Catgirl's masturbatory hand filled her chest with a tight breathlessness and made her giddy.

The sight of her own wonderful mother's humiliation and disgrace was making Wonder Woman horny as a satyr!  It was the guiltiest secret of Diana's girlhood!

 When Diana was a young maiden, just entering puberty, she had, one day, eagerly watched her mother wrestle another Amazon Warrior.  Invariably victorious, that day, Hippolyta unaccountably lost the first fall.  Her foe rapidly secured an unbreakable hold on her neck and flung the Queen to the amphitheater sand.  She squirmed atop the fallen Queen, and wrapped Hippolyta's arms between her sturdy calves and thighs.  Hippolyta fought desperately but couldn't free herself.  Both nude, in accordance with Amazon custom, the victor triumphantly rubbed her naked genitalia in her Queen's face, in a gesture of dominance.  Hippolyta fought desperately, in frenzied resistance.  Young Diana heard her mother's groans, and near sobs of rage and frustration, but nothing did any good.  The victor easily rode down Hippolyta's struggles, until the contest judge declared her the winner of the fall.

When Hippolyta got up from the dirt, her face was flushed in humiliation.  Diana thought she saw a tear in her mother's eye. Hippolyta went on to win the next three falls, and the contest, easily, but that didn't matter.  Diana saw her mother defeated and humiliated.  It was a troubling, never-to-be-forgotten experience. It  was the first time Diana felt that nervous  tightness in her chest.  She looked around in embarrassment, but thankfully, none noticed her agitation.

That night, lying tensely sleepless in her bed, memory of that troubling sight, inflamed Diana's budding sexuality, arousing feelings she'd never felt before.  As the months went on, the scene came to her often, in idle moments.  She was consumed by the vision.  Diana guiltily realized she was summoning those images to mind, because they did excite her so, but despite her guilt, she wasn't able put them out of her mind.

As time went on, the young Amazon envisioned her mother in other scenes of defeat, and the passionate feelings grew stronger. Sometimes, she imagined both her mother and herself defeated by rival amazons, crouching in the dust, in each others arms.  Sometimes she imagined her mother a defeated captive, and herself rescuing her.  Sometimes, in the darkness of night, when resistance was lowest, she dreamed the guiltiest thought of all.  She imagined herself defeating her mother, and making her serve her in some undefined way.  Diana never told anyone of her fantasy.  As she grew older and more mature, she put her guilty fantasies out of her mind, as unworthy of an Amazon, but the terrible guilty secret remained always with her.

Her guilty adolescent secret came back to haunt Wonder Woman on that terrible day, she'd watched her queenly mother land, and challenge Catwoman to combat.  The daughter waited, proudly confident that her indefatigable mother would easily triumph and rescue her from hellish bondage.  Instead, she watched in horror, as the certainty of easy victory turned to hellish nightmare.  Catwoman had, against all odds, triumphed, and laid her mother, the mighty Queen of the Amazons, in the dust, a fallen captive to be exhibited as trophy of war, the greatest ignominy an Amazon could ever envision, and one unthinkable for an Amazon Queen to survive.

Yet, overcome with horror and despair, tears of remorse streaming down her face, at sight of her wonderful mother defeated and helpless, a victim to be sexually degraded and made sport of, Wonder Woman, at the same time, became aware of that insistent, once so familiar, excitement in her loins.  It was the daughter's terrible, secret fantasy come true.  Not only had she brought about her mother's downfall, by her own failure, but it seemed to the despairing captive, that, in some way, she must have willed it.

Watching Catwoman defeat her mother, and later being horribly forced into incestuous dalliance, preparatory to Pedro's bestial rape of the Queen, was still a searing psychic wound, one from which, Wonder Woman might never fully recover.  The frightful guilt almost destroyed her. Yet, those brutal scenes violently reawakened the shameful girlish fantasies of her mother vulnerably naked and beautiful in defeat.  In the terrible distress of her captivity, it was ever harder to resist those old feelings, and now they seemed to fill every idle hour of her captivity, in ever more graphic detail.  Many nights, now, Wonder Woman lay awake contemplating the horror of her mother's defeat.   The more desperately she tried to banish the guilty tides of passion, the more powerfully they recurred, and she often succumbed to them.

As though omniscient, Catgirl glanced over her shoulder and surprised the Amazon Princess desperately fighting the urge to degrade herself.  Did Catgirl whisper, barely mouthing the words?   "You pitiful, perverted slut!" Or was it only Wonder Woman's guiltily inflamed imagination?

Catgirl turned back to Hippolyta, The nasty feline was at feverish pitch of sexual excitement herself, by now.  Enjoying the sight of the former Queen sobbingly degrade herself set her own hot pussy on fire. It was about to gush!

"That's enough for now!"  Catgirl cried, harshly,  pulling her hand away from Hippolyta's eagerly seeking genitalia. The despairing Queen, near climax,  cried out as though struck. All strength drained from her magnificent form, she slumped to her knees, sobbing miserably at denial of release. She crouched at Catgirl's feet, in shamefaced ignominy, as though paying homage to her perverted captoress.

"Do me, first!"  Catgirl commanded as she slipped out of her panties.  She thrust closer to the crouching Queen, arrogantly sticking her auburn clad mound in Hippolyta's face.  The Queen sobbed in frustration but dared not defy the cruel girl.

Bitter tears streaming down her face at her own desperate need, Hippolyta submissively leaned closer, brushing her ripe lips across the forbidden mound of her tormentoress, then obediently plunged her tongue inside Catgirl's gaping pussy.  She whipped the pink tip of her delicate tongue across the girl's clit, kissing her pouting nether lips, as she did.

Clinging frantically the bars of her cell, Wonder Woman wanted more than anything to hide her eyes from the unthinkable sight, of her own mother servilely servicing another woman, nay an insufferable chit of a girl.  Perhaps the sight was made more riveting, in that her strong, venerably mature mother was as youthfully fresh, and even more beautiful, than the young Amazon maidens, who once lovingly vied to serve her.  In any event, hard as she tried, Wonder Woman just couldn't tear her eyes away.  She ground her teeth in fury.  Was her loathing and terror of Catgirl now colored by an even more primitive hatred?  Was she jealous of the vicious bitch, for sharing such an intimacy with her beautiful, desirable mother?

Watching her royal mother degrade herself, vile forbidden thoughts, feverishly unbidden, filled Wonder Woman's unhappy thoughts.  She imagined her beautiful, noble mother crouching at her own feet, servilely paying homage to her own inflamed, burning pussy.

Once the unhappy Queen satisfied her, Catgirl forgot about returning the favor. She looked down at the wretched woman at her feet, unmoved by Hippolyta's sobs of terrible need.  A diabolical new thought entered her mind.

"I wonder what would happen, if I put them together in one cell?"   Under Catwoman's depraved tutelage, the once virtuous Batgirl learned, no evil impulse was to be resisted, but instead, immediately put into action.

Hippolyta still trembled uncontrollably, as Catgirl shoved her into the cell with her daughter.  The Queen slid down the wall, and sat helplessly in a corner, her tear filled eyes, unseeing.

Diana came tentatively to her mother, and knelt beside her.  She wanted, more than anything,  to take the weeping woman in her arms, and comfort her.  Yet, despite her wild fantasies, perhaps because of them, it was always almost impossible to treat the austere Queen in familiar fashion.  Diana impulsively reached out to pat her mother's arm, but as she did, Hippolyta, trembling uncontrollably, moved just a trifle.  Instead, Diana's hand found her mother's generous breast. It was as though an electric shock coursed through both mother and daughter.

Instead of withdrawing her guilty hand, Diana tenderly caressed the velvety flesh, so rich mounded in proportion.  Hippolyta shivered in guilty pleasure, for a moment, before overcome with alarm, she whispered hoarsely.  "Oh Diana what are you doing?"  From a gentle caress, her lovely daughter had gone on, to fondle the thick amazonian nipple that had suckled her as a babe.

Already almost hysterical with thwarted erotic need, her daughters silky touch inflamed the mature Queen with a burning desire she had not experienced since long ago youth.  Women rarely attracted her, and she had lived chastely all of her long reign, but her forbidden daughter was the most desirable of women.  The guilty Hippolyta looked longingly at her Princess daughter's delectable, full-figured beauty. "Oh Diana, you mustn't!"  She gasped, but her nipple had stiffened, and sprung to life, at her daughter's shy homage.

"I kn-know it's wrong Mommy!"  Diana replied, in a half sob.  "But you're so beautiful, and I've hurt you so much!  All of this my doing!"

"No, no, my poor, little Deeny!  We both failed!"  The loving mother whispered back, comfortingly to her misery ridden child.  "But we mustn't do this! It's so wrong!"  She moved to remove the girl's hand, from her bosom, but, instead, against her will, she impulsively caressed the seeking hand, and pressed it to her maternal breast.

"Oh what am I doing?"  The unhappy Queen agonized.  "Hera chose me to bring order and morality to the Man's World!  Yet, now, I lust after my own sweet daughter!  What kind of depraved monster have I become?"  The mountainous weight of guilt oppressed her, but Hippolyta couldn't bear to tear herself away from the delicious solace of her daughter's charming form.

Hippolyta desperately fought to master her dark impulse, but, with a sob, she opened her arms, and enfolded the ripely beautiful princess.  Diana crept closer, and snuggled in her mother's strong, comforting embrace.

"I'm so sorry, Mommy!"  The mature Amazon Princess wept in childish tremor, but her mother silenced her, by pressing her lips lightly to her daughter's mouth, The chaste motherly kiss was returned with greater heat and passion, by the daughter.  She thrust her tongue into her mother's mouth, and Hippolyta, abandoning all restraint, eagerly returned her daughter's kiss, her tongue darting like a lance against the impulsive invader.

Mother and daughter lay entwined together, eagerly seeking the warmth of the other.  Hippolyta's strong hands caressed her daughter's strongly molded, muscularly out thrust, bottom cheeks, delicately touching the tiny anus, so often cruelly violated by the terrible feline monsters who had enslaved them.

"Oh, Mommy, that feels so nice!"  Wonder Woman  breathed, in scarcely audible rapture. Her head fell to her mother's bosom, and she tasted the erect nipple, her fingers had already so aroused.

Hippolyta arched backward in answering rapture. She hugged the darling girl to her aching bosom.  "Oh Deeny, you're so lovely!"  She whispered.  "Like the graceful dryads of my youth!"

"Not so lovely as you, Dear!"  Wonder Woman whispered, and gently pushed her mother's powerful form down on the floor of the cell.  She leaned over and touched her lips to her mother's delectable, velvety flesh, kissing her firmly muscled belly with near adoration.  Hippolyta shivered in ecstatic response, as her daughter trailed her ripe lips across her heroically molded  torso, that trembled eagerly in anticipation.

Diana's slim fingers still toyed with her mother's generous bosom.  The  fulsome globes more than filled her hands with their overflowing bounty.  Ever more intoxicated by the wonder of her mother's desirable charms, Diana lost all inhibition and sense of wrong.  Her seeking lips and tongue, as though drawn by a magnet, drew perilously near that most forbidden of nectar filled flowers.

As though they were hot burning coals, Hippolyta felt those soft, loving lips nearing their irresistible goal.  She trembled anew, in delicious expectation. "Oh, Deeny, yes, yes!  I need you so!"  She whispered.

As the gorgeous daughter, seeking that most forbidden fruit, stretched her long, gracefully contoured figure alongside her mother, her own delightful passion flower came tantalizingly within her mother's reach.  Hippolyta nuzzled the delightful, gleaming purple orchid, that enshrouded that girlishly tender pussy.

"Oh Diana, Dearest!"  Her mother murmured, and her hot, sweet breath was like a tropical breeze stirring her daughter's deepest passions.  Diana stiffened, in delighted, shocked surprise, as her mother's seeking mouth found her.  She plunged her own tongue deep inside her mother's equally desirable, nectar filled rose of desire.  Diana lovingly caressed her mother's mighty thighs, that were, yet, so deliciously formed, as she paid erotic homage to that most forbidden maternal delight.

So enraptured in each other, were mother and daughter, that they scarcely heeded Catgirl's raucous, obscene glee, as she peeked at them through the bars of their wretched cell.

"Oh that's just too precious for words!  That great crusader against crime and vice, Wonder Woman, doing a "sixty-nine' on her own mother.  What a pathetic slut, the sanctimonious, self-righteous bimbo is!  Hee, hee, hee, no wonder the Amazon Royal Family tree doesn't branch!   Oh I hope the cameras are getting all this!  Catwoman will want to watch this!"  Catgirl chortled with the crude glee, of a dirty minded, little child.   Seeing the two virtuous Royal Amazons, in their hellish unhappiness,  succumb to such perverse love, somehow, made even the despicable Catgirl feel smugly superior.

Catgirl, finally satiated, but still chuckling, left the unfortunate captives, as they lay in each other's arms, each gently consoling the other, for violating this greatest of taboos.

Stretching with feline languor, as she left the cells, Catgirl murmured.  "Think I'll take a little catnap!"  Catwoman had given her subordinate, strict orders to spend all of her time searching for the lost superheroine, Mary Marvel, but.  "What the heck!" Catgirl thought "While the cat's away, as they say!"   She went to her room carrying a two pound box of Catwoman's most expensive chocolates. Lying at her ease on the bed watching soap operas, she finished the box before she dozed off.

It was mid evening, when the phone wakened Catgirl from her deep slumber.
"She is?  Where?  You're sure?"  She mumbled sleepily into the phone.  "Okay, thanks!  I'll check it out!"

Catgirl lethargically redonned her leather catsuit. She had to take a deep breath to squeeze in to it, and it still took a good deal of tugging. "Maybe Catbitch is right about me dieting?" She thought idly, without actually resolving to do anything about it.

That same evening, in a Gothopolis slum, a tall, brown haired, young woman picked up a heavy tray of drinks, as though it were weightless, and nimbly threaded her way through the crowded, smoky bar. In the weeks she had worked in the seedy, strip joint, Mary Marvel had become a proficient cocktail waitress.

Mary had become proficient at other things, as well.  As she passed a drunk waving at one of the strippers, she deftly picked up a twenty dollar bill, from the pile in front of him, and slipped it inside her flimsy bra. She gulped down her revulsion at the theft, telling herself. "He'll never miss it, and I need it to pay my rent. Oh Holy Moly!  What kind of worthless, hypocritical slut am I, anyway?  I used to help put people in jail for doing things like that!"

Mary angrily shrugged away her guilt feelings, and continued to her station.  She swiftly, unerringly distributed twelve drinks to the crowded table. Super strength, the grace the Goddess Selena, and a photographic memory made her a super waitress. Even in this menial job, the beautiful heroine couldn't help but do it superbly.

Then, as Mary turned to the next table, her heart froze. "Oh Holy Moly, no! That's Lois Lane at the table over there!  Oh Dear God what is that nasty witch doing in here? If she see's me, she's sure to pass it on to those two vicious catbitches!"

Mary slipped into the steamy, filthy kitchen, and slumped against the wall, heart pounding, beautiful face ashen. "Gotta get hold of myself!"  The superheroine told herself, still trembling in terror.  "She can't have seen me!  Anyway, even if she did, she'd never recognize me in this dump, would she?"

Just then, the strip joint owner wandered into the kitchen.  "Hey Toots, what the hell are you doing in here, goofing off?  I don't pay you to hang around in here!  Get your pretty butt outside!  The customers need more drinks!"  He gave the tall superheroine a smack on the behind.

Mary gave the small, greasy man a smoldering look of hatred, but bit back her angry retort.  She couldn't afford to lose this job, right now!

"Yes, sir!"  The mightiest of heroines answered meekly, and slipped furtively, back into the bar area. The table where she thought she'd seen the Managing Editor of the Daily Planet was empty.

"She's gone! Oh please don't let her have seen me!"   Mary prayed earnestly. "I've got to get out of Gothopolis!"  She thought desperately.  "I've stayed here, too long as it is!  Catwoman owns everyone in this city!  Some other place would be safer, but I've only got two hundred dollars saved, and I need at least another two hundred, for a bus ticket and a stake to start someplace else!"

Mary remembered the horror of her first week in hiding, waiting for her first paycheck, with no place to stay, and no money to live on.  She'd slept in the bus terminal, those nights she wasn't ordered to leave, and wandered the streets, the others.  She'd stolen food from the kitchen.  Some nights she ate the leftovers from customers plates, as she carried them back to the kitchen.  It had been so demeaning!

Mary's heart was still pounding, when she got to the next table.  "Can I get you anything?"  She asked the ferret-faced man who'd been ogling her spectacular body all evening.

The man leered, and answered in a low tone.  "Yeah honey, maybe there is! Come a little closer!"

As Mary leaned closer, her huge, snowy breasts almost fell out of her low cut blouse.   Fascinated by the display, the ferret seemed to be talking to Mary's awe-inspiring bosom, as he whispered.  "How about a little action in the alley, Sweetheart? I'll give you two hundred bucks for a quickie!"

Once again, that evening,  Mary bit back an angry retort.  Instead, she managed a wan grin, and answered.  "Sorry sailor!  I don't do that kind of thing!"" As she turned down the offer, though, Mary was thinking. "Gee Whiz, two hundred dollars!  That'd be enough to get out of here! I wonder what he means by a quickie?"

"C'mon. Babe!  Two hundred big ones, and I won't mention that twenty you swiped from the drunk, to your boss!"

Mary's heart sank.  "Oh God!  I deserve to be a whore!"  She swallowed the lump in her throat.  Bad enough to know, in her own heart, she was a petty thief, without being caught by this low life!

"Let's see the money!"  America's sweetest superheroine whispered, hoarsely.  Ferret-face took four fifties, from his wallet, and fanned them in front of Mary's eyes.

"Okay!"  Mary whispered, near to sobbing.  "But it's got to be fast!  If my boss catches me, I'll get fired anyway!"

"Sure, sure, Honey!"  The man smiled, standing up.  Her broad shoulders slumping in dejection, Mary obediently followed him into the alley.

The ferret-faced man turned, and licking his lips eagerly, smirked.  "Boy you sure are some looker, Babe! I always like a woman with muscles, and you got "em in all the right places!  I bet you're one hot piece in bed, but for tonight, I'll settle for a blow job, since you don't have much time!"

"What?"  Mary gulped nervously.

"C'mon, don't be coy with me, Babe!  You know what I mean!"  The ferret grinned.

Captivity to the heartless felines, and her weeks in the strip joint, had taught Mary Marvel much about the seamier side of live that, once, she had only known in books.  She knew what was expected.  "Oh Holy Moly! What's the difference!"  She thought sorrowfully.

As the man unzipped his fly, and took out his penis, beautiful Mary Marvel knelt down in front of him.  She gazed dumbly at his throbbing tool for a second, then, swallowing her distaste, she rapidly set to work.  She tried to make her mind a blank, as she slid her ripe, pink lips around his cock, and sucked hard.  Catgirl's lessons with the dildo, had been of some use after all.

The man's ferret face flushed, as he grinned obscenely, thinking. "Why she's pretty good!  I thought she was just some dumb amateur off the farm, but this hot, little bitch has been around!  It was them big, brown eyes that fooled me! She looks so sweet and innocent, like my kid sister!"

The man was already excited, by the thought of the sex act with this fabulously beautiful woman, and Mary's artful tongue and ripe sucking lips soon brought him to explosive ejaculation.   His semen spewed into the young heroine's mouth, and down her throat.  Mary choked and gagged.

"Boy you are something else, Babe!  You'd be worth five, or maybe even ten gees a night, uptown!  Why are you wasting your talents in this dive?"  The ferret asked, in an almost kindly tone, as he zipped up. He counted out four fifties, and then added a fifth one.  "A little something extra, for your trouble, sis!"  He grinned.

"Thanks!"  Mary gagged, weakly, as the ferret disappeared into the bar.  Mary stood up.  The stalwart heroine had to lean against the wall, her knees were  knocking together, so.  Then, before she could stop herself, she vomited on the alley floor.  All she could think of, all that kept running through her mind, was.  "I'm a THIEF, and a WHORE!"

 Afterwards, her stomach empty, but still twitching nervously, Mary leaned weakly, against  the alley wall.  "Dear God!   I can't go on like this!   I'm a superheroine.  I'm not a thief and a whore! Damn it!  What's the matter with me? I've got to defeat those villainesses!  It's my duty!  It's the only way I can ever regain my self-respect!   Why am I skulking here in this filthy alley, like a frightened animal?  Better to die fighting them, then go on living like this!"

Mary clenched her fists, and angrily vowed.  "I'm going to do it!  I'm going to beat them!"  As she made the resolve, Mary felt her strength returning, She felt almost happy, for the first time in a long while.

Just then a horribly familiar voice snickered, from the mouth of the alley.  "Good blow job, Mary!  That guy was right!  You do belong in a high class CAThouse!"

It was as if an invisible fist reached into her chest, and squeezed Mary's heart.   She felt sick and faint again. "Catgirl!"  Mary breathed almost soundlessly.

"Yeah, "Catgirl'!"  The sharp-eared, feline figure smirked, stepping out of the shadows.

Though she had just resolved to seek out the vicious, feline villainess, and end this horror, one way or the other, Mary felt her knees tremble, and her big bosom quiver in terror.

"No!  I'm Mary Marvel!  I'm not running from this bitch, anymore!"  Mary told herself, decisively, remembering the terrible night, Catgirl chased her around that awful cell, whipping her defenseless body, until she'd sobbingly complied with every perverted command.

Mary clenched her fists again, and managed to squeak out, defiantly, to the smaller, younger girl.  "You're right!  It's time we settle things, Bitch!"

"Oh, has my little mouse, turned?" Catgirl laughed nastily.  She thought of all   the hell, this brown haired bitch put her through, by escaping.  God, how she wanted to pay Mary Marvel, back!

Still in the shadows, another plump, voluptuous, feminine figure watched eagerly, "Wow! This should be good!"  Lois lane thought, in delight. "It's a win-win situation! I'd love to see someone take that obnoxious, nasty upstart Barbara Gordon down a notch, and I'd just as much like to see that snooty rich bitch, Mary Batson get hers! Oh, this is too good to miss!"

The sharp-eyed, former reporter had immediately recognized Mary Marvel in the sleazy bar, where she'd been slumming.   Even in the cheap tawdry clothes of a bar girl, it was impossible to mistake that tall, fabulous figure. "Overgrown, muscle-bound twit!"  Lois hated all superheroines.

When Mary slipped into the kitchen, Lois had sped outside, already dialing Catwoman's number, on her cell phone.  She'd breathlessly reported to Catgirl, that she'd found the fugitive.

Mary steeled herself for the fight.  She thought of the hero rabbit, Captain Marvel Bunny, jumping up and down on Catgirl's chest.  If a rabbit could do it, why shouldn't she?   After all, no one else ever defeated Mary Marvel. It was definitely  time for a rematch!

"Okay, you red-haired floozy, lets settle this once and for all!"  Mary snarled.  She still clutched the five fifty dollar bills in her hand, and now she angrily threw them to the ground. She was through with that kind of cowardice. It was time, for Mary Marvel to redeem her pride and honor.

Mary's obvious, newfound confidence took Catgirl aback, a little. "What's gotten into sweet, little Mary, I wonder?  Has she forgotten that dildo I stuck up her behind, already.  Oh geez, I loved the way she squirmed and pleaded, for me to take it out, the big baby!"  Catgirl felt a delicious wetness under her leather tights, at the memory.

Mary remembered the horror of that night too. "It's payback time!"  She whispered through clenched teeth.

In the shadows, Lois Lane excitedly licked her lips, and unconsciously touched the wool of her short skirt, where it covered her crotch.

Now, that she'd made up her mind to give the renegade, Catgirl, the beating of her life, Mary moved toward her, warily but confidently, moving like a big, sleek, jungle cat, in her brief, revealing outfit.  Catgirl backed away slowly, not liking the menacing change in her adversary.

Catgirl threw an exploratory left, but Mary brushed it aside, almost contemptuously.  Catgirl tried again, with her best right uppercut.  Mary ducked to one side, easily, and then struck back.   Her own hard fist crashed into Catgirl's chin. The feline fighter sailed a foot into the air, and slammed back into the wall.  She slid down it, and looked up in a daze.  Mary was bearing down on her.  With a gulp of fear, Catgirl jumped up, and backed off.

Catgirl's hurried retreat wasn't fast enough.  Still moving smoothly, with  leisurely grace, Mary Marvel caught up with her, and landed another, even harder, punch on her jaw.  Catgirl saw stars. She almost turned and fled. But even dazed, she had enough presence of mind to anticipate what Catwoman would do to her, if that nosy bitch, Lois, reported she ran away from Mary Marvel, once she'd found her.

Mary eagerly stalked her foe, who desperately back-pedaled away.  The kindly, brown-eyed girl had never felt such a desire to hit and hurt someone before. For the first time in her life, she experienced real bloodlust.  She saw another opening, and smashed her fist into Catgirl's cheek. She felt a most satisfying crunch, as her knuckles connected. Catgirl flew sideways. Stumbling, she nearly fell. She sobbed at the pain in her cheek.

Mary caught a glimpse of Catgirl's blue eyes, and saw naked terror. "Tough!" She smiled grimly.

Catgril was off balance, and Mary plowed her fist into the redhead's pert little bosom, somewhat plumper than Mary remembered it. Catgirl smashed backward, into the alley wall, again.  As she tried to get it together, she was panting and gasping for breath.

"The little bitch is really out of shape!" Mary noticed unsympathetically. "Too bad!"  Once she would have backed off, and chivalrously given a winded opponent a breather.  Catgirl had taught her the folly of those idealistic standards.   Now, Mary eagerly bored in for the kill. She smashed another fist into Catgirl's belly, as the smaller girl reeled off the wall. Only the Amazon Girdle around her waist, saved Catgirl from annihilation.  As it was, she bounced back against the wall, for the third time. The old bricks were beginning to crumble under the repeated impacts.

"Got to lay off those chocolates of Catwoman's, and get more exercise!"  Catgirl pantingly resolved, but that wasn't going to help her now, not with the World's Mightiest Girl bearing down on her with blood in her normally friendly brown eyes.

"Gotta do something, to stall her, while I get my breath!"  Catgirl thought desperately.  Somehow, she avoided Mary's next punch.  It surely would have finished her, but Catgirl stepped inside it and fell into a clinch, doing her best to keep those hard fists from doing any more damage.  Even so, Mary pummeled her with short hard jabs to her sides and back.

Mary listened to Catgirl's muffled groans with satisfaction. "Suffer, you little bitch!  It's little enough for all the evil things you've done!"

Catgirl tried another tack.  She grabbed at Mary's hands and wrists, trying to keep them from landing on her sore flesh.  Instead, Mary grabbed Catgirl's hands, and with superior strength twisted the smaller girl's wrists backward, until Catgirl screamed at the piercing pain. Catgirl tried to fight back, to somehow force the taller woman back, but it was no use, Mary was just too strong!

In the brutal test of strength, the tall, broad-chested, brown-haired beauty forced the smaller woman to her knees, inch by inch.  As she leaned over Catgirl, Mary ginned down at her foe, savagely delighted at dominating the evil witch. As Mary forced Catgirl down into a helpless crouch, her big, scantily-clad bosom swayed gently as she moved.  Her splendid, right breast came close to the panting feline's mouth. Too close!  Catgirl struck with her last ounce of cunning barbarity.  Through the cheap, flimsy material of her bra, Catgirl's sharp, white teeth snapped shut on Mary's jewel-like nipple.

Mary shrieked in pain.  "Holy Moly! Does the bitch even have charged Amazonium on her teeth, too?"  She wondered, in horror.

Through clenched teeth, Catgirl purred an answer to Mary's silent question. "Catwoman always taught me that a cat should be able to use her teeth as well as her claws!"

Mary really didn't care for an explanation; she was too transfixed by the results.  The pain was atrocious!  It was more than just the sharp cutting pressure of the feline teeth. The Amazonium cap, charged with the Wizard's Lightening, burned into her sweet flesh, like the fires of Hades.  Intense pain was still a terrible physiological shock to the formerly invulnerable superheroine.

In the confusion caused by the bitter pain, Mary lost her concentration, and her grip on Catgirl's hands slipped.  Catgirl pulled her right hand loose, and drove a right fist straight up from the ground, right up into Mary's crotch.  Catgirl's own concentration never wavered, and her teeth remained clamped on Mary's exquisite nipple, even as she struck twice more to the same spot.  The new pain was crippling.  Mary beat desperately at Catgirl's head to free herself, from the excruciating pain.  The pain in her bosom, together with  the low blows to her sweet pussy had taken their toll, though, and her blows lacked their usual power.

Catgirl ignored Mary's desperate blows, and wrapped her arms around the taller girl's hips, so she couldn't escape, and bit down on the nipple even harder.  Mary threw back her head and howled in agony.  If not for the blaring band inside the dive, her shrieks would have alarmed the entire neighborhood.

In the shadows, Lois grew dreamy eyed, as she gloatingly savored the look of intense pain on the sweet superheroine's gorgeous face.  "Oh I love to see those smug superheros get  hurt!  It's always such a surprise to them!"  She thought, deliciously of the broken, whimpering captive in her cellar at home.

As Mary's hands beat ineffectually against her armored head, Catgirl suddenly loosed her grip on Mary's nipple, and like a catapult sprang to her feet, driving her helmeted head straight into Mary's chin. Mary saw stars, and stumbled backward, her ears ringing.

Catgirl attacked the faltering superheroine with swinging fists, Mary raised her arms defensively, but Catgirl beat them aside, and smashed a left hook into the side of Mary's jaw.  Mary was always at something of a disadvantage against the Karate-trained Catgirl, and she was having a lot of trouble avoiding those thudding fists.

"That's for that barbecue spit, Catwoman threatened to roast me on!"  Catgirl muttered grimly, even as she was already smashing a right uppercut into her stumbling foe's chin.

 "That's for giving those other two bimbos the courage to laugh at me!"  As she muttered that, she closed Mary's right eye with a straight left.

"That'll be black by morning!"  Catgirl exulted, thinking of Supergirl getting all the attention at Cat woman's political steak roast.

Catgirl thought of Catwoman clouting her across the room, when she'd had to tell her that the gorgeous superheroine escaped.  In retaliation for that blow, she drove her left fist into Mary's straight, patrician nose.  Blood spurted from the brown-haired girl's nostrils, and Catgirl thought she heard bone crunch.

"Oh shit!  Catwoman will be furious, if I mark the big bimbo up, too bad!"  Catgirl thought.  "Oh hell, if she doesn't want one of her precious pets scarred, she should be doing this herself!"  And she furiously landed her right fist even harder, in the same spot. This time there was no mistaking the crunch of shattering bone.  Mary Marvel screamed in shock.  Her eyes glazed, and she looked incapable of defending herself.  That was just the way Catgirl wanted her.

By now, Lois's hand had stolen beneath the hem of her short skirt, and she was feverishly fingering herself, as she watched what was fast becoming a brutal one-sided beating.  Even the hardened crime reporter, no mean sadist herself, felt a little queasy, at Catgirl's savagery.

"Boy!  She is a real nasty bitch!"  Lois thought, half admiringly, as those weighted armored fists drove wrist deep into poor Mary's sore, aching belly, again and again.  Her helplessly fluttering arms were no longer any hindrance, and her ridged torso muscles swiftly lost their tense tone under Catgirl's unrelenting barrage. Now there was no defense, and at each blow, Mary's long legs would jerk and quiver, as agonizing cramps doubled up her body.

Mary's long, gorgeous legs gave out, and she slumped back against the wall.  Before she could regain her balance, she slid down the wall, half-sitting, half crouching at Catgirl's feet.  Her spectacular body was paralyzed by pain.  She gasped helplessly, unable to get her breath.  Her big, brown eyes peered up fearfully, at the relentless tormentress.

"N-n, no, not again!"

Catgirl paused a moment.  She laughed gleefully, and tore at Mary's blouse. and see-through bra, the cheap, flimsy material came apart like tissue paper, as her Amazon-girdle-powered hand ripped at it.  As Catgirl stripped her upper torso naked, Mary helplessly clutched her injured tummy, as the now doughy muscles clenched in agonizing spasms.  Catgirl grinned in delight at the sight of a trickle of blood on th ewhite flesh.  Cats have sharp teeth she snickered.

Catgirl slapped Mary's bosom, leaving a clear red hand print on the creamy flesh of the enormous, up-tilted left breast.  Giggling in delight, Catgirl slapped the big, shapely globes around Mary's broad chest, enjoying the way they jiggled and wobbled, in such agonizing distress.

"Oh, I love to slap a superheroine's big tits around!"  Catgirl murmured. "Splat, splat, splat!"

 Mary looked up imploringly.  There was no question, that she was beaten, again.   She couldn't lift her arms, or even think of standing up. "Oh, why must the bitch prolong it?  She knows she's won!  Why must she keep hurting me, so?" The brokenhearted, brown haired heroine agonized.

Seeing her victim's utter powerlessness moved Catgirl to no act of mercy.  Instead, she carefully slid her hands under Mary's upper arms, and lifted the big, beautiful woman to her feet.

Mary Marvel looked at the smaller, crueler  girl with pleading, hurt eyes, both nearly closed by Catgirl's fists.  Her ripe, pink mouth, swollen and bleeding, trembled sweetly, in supplication.

Catgirl stepped backward, carefully measuring the distance between them.  Mary tried to control her trembling legs; they felt like jelly.  She tried to raise her arms, not with any thought of hitting back, but only with the forlorn hope of partially blocking the next punch.  She hardly got her aching arms up to the level of her slim waist, when Catgirl struck again, burying her Amazonium-hard fist in Mary's injured right breast.  The blow sent Mary crashing back against the wall, in a cloud of pulverized red brick.

Mary Marvel leaned back against the wall, grateful for the support.  Without it, she never could have remained on her trembling legs.  Her mouth agape from pain, she tried to gather her strength to flee, but first she'd have to get by that grinning feline figure, in front of her.  She despairingly knew in her present condition that was hopeless.  At that point, Mary's proud spirit totally deserted her. She just stood there waiting for the end, doing her best not to beg the nasty bitch for mercy.  Keeping silent, then, was as hard as anything she'd ever done in her life.

Seeing that Mary was totally done for, Catgirl leisurely prepared to finish her, carefully measuring her next blow.  She wanted to remember it. She wanted Mary to remember it, too.  Mary knew it was coming, but there was nothing left she could do to stop it, and she looked at her tormentor in dumb terror.

Catgirl struck! Her fist rose from the knee, and came up in a perfect uppercut that landed squarely on Mary Marvel's firm, rounded chin and lifted the heroine two feet into the air.  Her magnificent body went limp, like a marionette, when it's strings are cut.  At the impact of the blow, her magnificently shaped legs and beautifully rounded arms went flying helter-skelter, in all directions, lacking all coordination.  Then the tall superheroine just collapsed, like a rag doll, almost in slow motion, falling in a broken heap on the dirty, alley floor.  Mewling in awful pain, Mary was still awake, but she couldn't move a muscle.

Lois Lane slid down against the wall, herself, shuttering in the after effects of a massive orgasm, that somehow made her even hornier.  "Oh I can't wait to get home!"  Lois knew it was going to be a long, harrowing night for her little pet in the cellar.  "Soup's backside will be sore for a week!"  Superman's loving fiancee promised herself, eagerly, in anticipation.

Panting uncontrollably, Catgirl stared down at the beaten, broken beauty who'd once been her close friend.  There was no sympathy in Catgirl's evil glance, only cold triumphant hatred. She licked her lips hungrily, anticipating even more horrendous acts of vengeance, when she got her victim back to the Catlair.

Catgirl wasn't panting too hard to lean over and pick up the five fifty dollar bills, Mary had thrown to the ground, in disgust, at the beginning of the fight. "I can always use a few extra bucks spending money!"  She chortled, tucking the bills into her Girdle, letting the whimpering superheroine know that Catgirl would be the only beneficiary of Mary's degrading surrender to prostitution.

Catgirl took a golden cord from a utility pouch on her Amazon Girdle.  She looped the noose, around Mary Marvel's white throat.  Mary gulped in fear.

"Obey me, Bitch!"  Catgirl commanded.

Mary knew the Amazon Lasso could only compel obedience, if the user's will and strength prevailed.  She fought the command with her entire being, with all her pride and dignity, but on the heels of another humiliating, demoralizing defeat, at the hands of the smaller, evil redhead, her will and pride were at low ebb.  The struggle soon sapped Mary's last precious reserves of self-esteem and character.  As she fought Catgirl's dominion, her strong neck bent, her shoulders slumped, and her naked bosom drooped in clear defeat. Her broad, strong back yielded, as though bowed down by an unbearable, insurmountable weight .

With a sob, Mary Marvel croaked.  "Y-yes mistress!"

"Who owns you, Bitch?"

Y-you do, Mistress!"  Was the strangled, sobbing answer.

"Follow me then, Bitch!"  Without a backward glance, Catgirl turned toward the mouth of the alley, where a dangling ladder led up to the waiting Invisible Amazon Plane.

With another pitiful despairing sob of resignation, the tall, statuesque superheroine followed along behind her cruel, feline mistress, abjectly crawling on her hands and knees, at her Mistress's heels, at the end of the very short leash.
 

Holy Moly!  How can we bear the pain of Darling Mary's latest bitter defeat? What dire revenge will Catgirl inflict on our sweetheart for daring to escape? All our hopes and prayers now rest  on the slim shoulders of Princess Drucilla!  Can Wonder Girl defeat Catwoman, and save herself, her family, her friends and her people from hideous feline bondage

To be continued in Superheroine Jeopardy. Part 14.  Same Cat Channel! Same Cat Time!