WARNING: This story contains extreme violence, nudity, rape and other non-consensual sexual acts. It is intended for and should only be read by mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Author's Note: I originally started out to do new pictures for 'Latin Holiday' at the GW Page, but that didn't work out, so I used the pictures for this new story. The fight sequence is therefore similar. I used some other sequences from other stories, as well. However, all pictures and text are new, and the background story is new. Since all of my stories tend to follow a similar story arc, it probably doesn't matter much.

Twenty Year Sentence.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com or gwalb10054@gmail.com)
(https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/gw/index.htm)

Latest News Alert: "The mysterious new villainess who has terrorized various parts of the Nation in the last few weeks, has struck here in Metro City for the first time. Calling herself 'Satanna', the woman apparently possesses vast, super powers that have neutralized the efforts of Police and Anti-Terrorist Agencies to apprehend her. In the early hours of this morning, Satanna struck the Central Bank blasting into the main vault, long thought burglar-proof, and made off with close to a Billion dollars in cash and negotiable securities, making her getaway in a heavily armed, surplus, Military Humvee. Sketchy eyewitness accounts suggest she may have taken refuge in the abandoned Fort Arnold government/science/research complex, where the maze-like network of underground tunnels and bunkers may take weeks to  search thoroughly. Due to the excessively dangerous nature of the fugitive, authorities are proceeding with an extreme abundance of caution.

To deal with the emergency Mayor Sommerville has issued an appeal for the help of Metro Cities legendary Icon of Justice, Lady Marvel.  In the Mayor's words: 'Only our Heroic, Beloved Lady Marvel possesses the powers and abilities necessary to deal with this menace! Lady Marvel is respected and loved throughout the land as the prime exemplar of true-blue Patriotism and Righteous Morality for our Young Folks'

As of this hour, there has been no response from Lady Marvel, but all citizens are eagerly hopeful and expectant of her swift intervention in this crisis situation 

Let me just add on behalf of myself, my colleagues and the station." Lady Marvel, we are all relying on you to save the day, as you have countless times in the past."

As the newscast ended, a picture of the beautiful Lady Marvel appeared on the screen, standing tall and imposing, in her iconic Uniform of Justice.

Satanna's relationship with Lady Marvel went back many years, to the time they were both teenagers. Lady Marvel, then a College Freshman, was just starting her career as a crimefighter. The teen-aged Georgina Sitan, daughter of disgraced scientist, Doctor Niles Sitan was a perpetual thorn in the side of the young heroine. When her father turned to crime, Georgina had eagerly joined him. Unfortunately for her, her inept efforts had been routinely foiled by Lady Marvel, and after being repeatedly apprehended by the heroine, she had been sent to a Federal Prison, under the repeat offenders laws, despite Lady Marvel's plea for clemency.

Twenty long years of harsh incarceration had hardened and embittered Georgina, but sharpened her wits and survival skills. She had learned to fight and win using whatever dirty tactics necessary. By the time of her release she was the acknowledged queen-bee of the institution. She emerged from imprisonment, a considerably worse and more dangerous woman, still nursing a bitter grudge against the woman who had sent her to the 'Big House'.

By the time of her release, Georgina's aged father was half senile and half insane, but shortly before his death, in a rare lucid moment he babbled to Georgina his darkest secret. "Yes I was fired from Van Dain Laboratories because I stole the secret of the formula Van Dain was working on. It would make humans super beings. I'm sure it was that formula that gave that marvel bitch her super powers. Never could get the other thing we were working on though, a flying belt. it looks like that one the red bitch wears to me though. I buried the plans I took in my old lab under Fort Arnold, and then when they fired me, I couldn't get back to get them. Now that the place is abandoned maybe you..."

After her father's funeral, Georgina began a furtive search of the derelict facilities. Skills she had learned in prison, made it easy to avoid the lax security precautions. After several weeks, she finally found the laboratory where her father had worked. Sure enough, she found the papers he had spoken about, in the hiding place he had revealed. Although incarceration had deprived her of the chance for a college education in science, Georgina studied on her own in prison, took numerous extension courses at taxpayer expense, and inheriting her father's brilliant scientific mind, acquired a formidable technical expertise by the time of her release. Studying the papers she became convinced the formula could work.

In her search of the old facilities Georgina also discovered an abandoned storehouse of lab supplies. Appropriating her Father's old laboratory, for her own experiments, she had worked for months to process a supply of the drug, detailed in his notes. She had carefully tested it on lab animals, discovering it really worked. After some trepidation, she had taken a dangerously large dose, at least twice the recommendation, since her research convinced her results were directly proportional to dosage level. Georgina nearly died from the overdose, but when she finally recovered, she found herself transformed. She was more muscular, better looking and possessed a formidable bust. She had worked out for several more weeks, carefully teaching herself, to use her new abilities to maximum advantage. At the same time she studied all available, on-line footage of Lady Marvel using her own abilities to benefit humanity. Although she couldn't be sure, Georgina became convinced that she was considerably stronger than the celebrated heroine.

"Dumb Bimbo was probably scared to take more of the drug than recommended, if that was where she got her powers, and I expect it was." Georgina told herself.

While she was learning to use her new powers, Georgina also evaluated some additional notes of another discovery her father had made on his own. Dr. Sitan believed it was possible to make materials that would even be impervious to a person who had taken the formula. The evil scientist had been thrown out of his Van Dain funded laboratory before he could finalize his invention, but Georgina perfected the discovery, and made a quantity of it. 

"I'll call the stuff 'Sitanium' after Dad. Stuff could be real useful, some time, dealing with a certain a FAT, red cheese." Georgina thought.

Although she continued to use the Fort Arnold site as her temporary headquarters, while carrying out her nationwide, one-woman crime wave, Georgina used her ill-gotten gains to prepare a more permanent retreat in a hidden cave under a remote mountain area. She installed various facilities using her father's Sitanium.

Watching the same newscast, as Georgina, was early riser Patricia Van Dain, already hard at work in her office. The beautiful CEO of the philanthropic Van Dain Foundation mused: "Been so busy with my work here at the foundation, that I guess I've been slighting my other duties. I should have dealt with that Satanna woman when she first made her appearance. Her powers do seem to be amazing. Almost seems she had access to the 'formula'.  Dad insisted that, after I used it, all supplies of the drug, and the specifications for producing it, be destroyed. Of course, Dad did always worry that that horrible Doctor Sitan might have gotten away with  it. Until now, there was no indication though, and it has been over twenty years. I did hear that little pest, Georgina Sitan was released from prison a few months ago. Hard to imagine that incompetent nerd as a ruthless, successful, master criminal, but...Guess Lady Marvel best see to it in any event. The Mayor did request Lady Marvel's help, and the public has come to expect it."

Minutes later, wearing her familiar, crimson uniform, Lady Marvel, Patricia Van Dain's alter-ego, was flying at top speed toward Fort Arnold.

Pausing only long enough to reassure the authorities ringing the facility, Lady Marvel plunged into the uncharted maze of tunnels, far beneath the earth. As a child, Patricia had often played in the tunnels when her scientist/entrepreneur father was working in his own laboratory. Acting on a hunch, she began her search at Doctor Sitan's old lab, which she remembered was just down the hall from that of her father.

Lady Marvel boldly burst into the room, only to be confronted by an equally bold Satanna.

"Took ya long enough to get here, Tubby." Satanna snickered.

When Lady Marvel recognized the dreaded new villainess Satanna, to be none other than Georgina Sitan her nerdy, juvenile, would-be nemesis, who had comically plagued her youthful years, she nearly burst out laughing.

"Guess they aren't making supervillains like they used to." Lady Marvel said with a good-natured laugh.

Lady Marvel expected the fugitive to flee in terror, as her old acquaintance had, in all their past encounters. Instead. Satanna surprised the superheroine by advancing to meet her.  In fact, Satanna boldly initiated the struggle, by grabbing the crimefighter around the waist, in a test of strength. Taken by surprise, Lady Marvel exerted only a fraction of her tremendous strength to counter the move.  The compassionate heroine was always exceedingly careful not to use her amazing gifts to needlessly injure another human being, even one so despicable as Satanna. Her exemplary caution had become second nature by now. To her utter amazement, Lady Marvel was unable to easily counter Satanna's grip. Was the other woman nearly as strong as she was? Lady Marvel had never yet encountered any foe who came close to her fantastic speed and strength. 

 "Guess maybe I'll have to go all out, this time." Lady Marvel thought warily, gradually increasing her resistance, until she was exerting all her strength, but having seized the initiative, Satanna had secured an advantage that was hard to overcome.

Predictably, Satanna had no compassionate qualms about injuring a foe, and she initially squeezed with all her might. Lady Marvel squealed in pain, as her foe's wiry arms nearly crushed her abdomen, and actually lifted her sturdy body off the floor.

 By the time Lady Marvel realized how strong her once nerdy foe had become, it was too late to break loose. Satanna wrenched the entrapped heroine from side to side, eagerly, and painfully, demonstrating her mastery.

Lady Marvel sat up with a look of bewildered shock on her beautiful, masked face. Could it be? Could any other human be as strong as Lady Marvel?  Maybe stronger?

A little dazed, it was a moment before Lady Marvel realized she might be in jeopardy. When she turned apprehensively, Satanna was right behind her, sneering in triumph, ready for another quick attack, to maintain her surprise advantage.

Before the stunned superheroine could rise, Satanna grabbed two handful's of lustrous, brown hair, and roughly dragged her backward. Lady Marvel screeched loudly, discovering that having her hair nearly snatched out by the roots, was considerably more painful, than she could have anticipated. 

Satanna pulled the screeching heroine half off the floor, dragging her around facing her, stretching her body vulnerably, and then kicked with all her might. The evil criminal's sharp, boot toe penetrated the crimefighter's  firmly muscled abdomen like a knife. Lady Marvel felt the breath whoosh out of her lungs.

In her entire crime fighting career, Lady Marvel was never kicked squarely in the stomach before. Certainly, never by someone as strong as Satanna now was.  The low blow paralyzed the heroine, and she almost passed out. She collapsed on her face, desperately clutching her injured belly.

Of course, it would take more than one kick, no matter how painful, to keep the indomitable Lady Marvel down, for long.  Resolutely pulling herself together, the crimson crusader scrambled to her feet. Now, she was mad!  Time to teach this nasty witch a lesson! Satanna was taken somewhat aback by her foe's speedy recovery; she launched a kick at her foe's head but Lady Marvel painfully blocked it with her forearm.

Like an avenging fury, Lady Marvel flung herself on her foe.  Her furious momentum hurled Satanna to the floor, and the heroine pinned her flat.

Kneeling athwart Satanna's body, Lady Marvel braced herself, and cocked her fist. Satanna moaned, "No don't hit me!"  Lady Marvel knew now that she couldn't afford to be merciful to a foe as dangerous as Satanna had proven to be. Gritting her teeth, she smashed her fist into Satanna's face, although, perhaps, frightened plea caused her to hold back a little.

Thinking the punch would surely finish her foe, once and for all, Lady Marvel unconsciously relaxed a second. The punch really hurt and stunned Satanna, but her hatred, for the beautiful superheroine was so intense, that she managed to stiffen her waning resistance. She arched her body like a striking snake, sat half up, and in the same motion, drove a powerful, left handed punch to Lady Marvel's jaw.  Of course, the ruthless criminal held nothing back from her punch, as the more compassionate heroine had.

Though at a considerable leverage disadvantage, Satanna's tremendous new strength made up for a great deal, and her brutal punch momentarily threw Lady Marvel off balance, so that Satanna was able to sit fully up. She immediately followed up, with an even harder right cross to Lady Marvel's face, striking nearly the same spot.

As a rather groggy Lady Marvel started to stand, Satanna scrambled to her feet, too, smashing her left fist into Lady Marvel's crotch.

The foul low blow, between Lady Marvel's fulsome thighs found its mark unerringly, and the fierce pain paralyzed the gallant heroine.

As Lady Marvel tottered on wobbly legs, Satanna boldly seized the heroine between the legs with a devilishly painful grip on her most intimate treasure. Lady Marvels big, voluptuous form writhed and twisted as though jolted by a bolt of lightening.

Using the diabolical grip on her foe's delicate genitalia, Satanna pulled the injured heroine within range and smashed her other fist into Lady Marvel's jaw.

Woozy from the right to the jaw, Lady Marvel was wide open for Satanna's next blow. The dastardly villainess drove the next punch deep into Lady Marvel's lower belly.

Lady Marvel's head was awhirl; tottering on uncertain trembling legs, she nearly fell over. Before she could fall, Satanna swiftly grabbed her reeling foe by her scarlet bodice, eager to settle old scores. 

The groggy, moaning, superheroine did her best to shield her face from the coming blow, but Satanna aimed with cool calculation, and her hard fist smashed through Lady Marvel's awkward defense, landing squarely on the heroine's nose.

Satanna let loose of Lady Marvel's bodice and backed away, clutching her eyes and screeching as though blinded. Lady Marvel hurled herself at the retreating villainess, but a little ashamed of herself, for behaving more like an alley cat than a superheroine, she hesitated a split-second, though she knew this despicable criminal deserved no pity.

However, the crafty Satanna's eyes were not hurt nearly so badly as she pretended.  As the hesitant Lady Marvel came within range... POW!  Satanna smashed her boot toe into the heroine's large, superbly rounded right breast.

As Lady Marvel precariously tried to keep her balance, Satanna rammed her booted foot deep into the other woman's lower abdomen.  She had previously hurt her foe badly there, and her sharp heel sliced into the powerfully developed, abdominal muscles, like a knife through butter; the heroine's golden flying belt was too pliant to offer much protection.

As Lady Marvel tried to recover from this latest atrocious attack, Satanna smashed her left fist into the brown-haired heroine's still aching jaw.

A split-second later an even harder right uppercut struck the point of Lady Marvel's chin.

At the second punch, Lady Marvel saw stars, and a wave of giddiness engulfed her. Her big beautiful body went limp and she slumped to her knees.

  Hard as she tried, Lady Marvel was too groggy to rise from her knees. She looked up apprehensively at Satanna standing threateningly above her.

Still holding her fallen foe steady, with an inescapable grip on her hair, Satanna rammed her hard, bony knee into the helpless beauty's jaw.

The frightful beating had gone on long after the badly beaten crimefighter could offer any resistance, and the devastating knee smashing into her chin rendered Lady Marvel effectively defenseless. The gallant crimefighter, slumped forward, about to topple over, but the vicious villainess grabbed her tunic again, to hold her erect. Too badly battered to even raise her arms to block Satanna's merciless attack, Lady Marvel looked up fearfully.

Satanna grinned down into the scared, pleading brown eyes of the mighty Lady Marvel, now barely conscious, and groveling on her knees. Laughing madly, the super powered villainess contemptuously hauled the groggy icon of justice to her feet, easily handling Lady Marvel's magnificently large, body with just one hand. Lady Marvel's wobbly legs would have buckled beneath her, but Satanna's dominant grip held her in place. 

Unable to defend herself, and so badly hurt she hardly knew what she was doing, Lady Marvel involuntarily mumbled an incoherent plea to the vicious blond. Satanna only laughed at her pitiful plea.

Maddened by her long pent-up hatred for the virtuous Lady Marvel, Satanna gave free rein to her sadistic blood lust, savagely eager to brutalize the groggy, defenseless superheroine.  There was no chivalry in the twisted ex-convict's cold heart. This was the kind of fight Satanna learned to enjoy in her long years in prison, mercilessly pounding a helpless, beaten foe to jelly.  Doing it to the hated, supposedly invincible Lady Marvel was the realization of her darkest dreams. Satanna laughed cruelly at the heroine's plea, and drove her fist into the helpless woman's belly as hard as possible. She delighted in the squishy feel of the muscles, she had already battered to mush.

Lady Marvel had no choice! Knowing she was beaten for the first time in her career, in growing terror for her very life, the indomitable superheroine mumbled her surrender and pleaded for mercy. The hateful Satanna's response was another ruinous punch to her lower belly.

A magnanimous foe would have stopped, once her foe begged for mercy, but no one had ever accused Satanna of being magnanimous. She thoroughly enjoyed those pitiful, gurgling moans of defeat. And, ooh, reducing those corded steely abs to jelly was so sensuously enjoyable, that she shivered in ecstasy, and again drove her knee into the same vulnerable spot.

A lesser woman would have fallen mercifully unconscious by now, but, ironically, Lady Marvel's wonderful stamina and strength kept her conscious throughout her frightful ordeal. She who never knew fear before, had repeatedly pleaded for mercy, but Satanna showed no sign of sparing her. If this frightful pounding kept on, she couldn't survive. In Lady Marvel's courageous heart, fear turned to awful terror.

"Oh God!  She means to beat me to death! M-must get away from her."  In desperation, the gallant heroine tried to flee Satanna's fearsome vengeance. 

Lady marvel's overtaxed legs wobbled so badly, she could hardly stay on her feet. With no fears that the beleaguered champion might escape her vengeance, Satanna laughed in derision at her foe's frightened helplessness. Now was the time for long wanted payback. Just as sweet as beating the invincible Lady Marvel to a helpless wreck, was the chance to demean and humiliate the haughty Champion of Justice. Satanna, still laughing gleefully, chose to cut short Lady Marvel's escape   with a contemptuous kick to the behind.

The painful kick raised the fleeing Lady Marvel up on her toes, stopping her dead in her tracks To be kicked in the behind was a humiliating new experience for an invincible superheroine! Not just a humiliating one either, for  the sharp pointed toe of Satanna's boot nearly penetrated Lady Marvel's tight little nether portal, and hurt like the dickens. Before Lady Marvel  could attempt to flee again, Satanna grabbed the bottom hems of her uniform and jerked hard, painfully raising the indignant heroine up on tiptoe.

It was great sport for Satanna to give the imposing, dignified Superheroine a wedgie with impunity. The stricken Lady Marvel could do no more than squeal in impotent protest.

When the gleeful Satanna had demeaned her gallant foe long enough, she set her loose. Still terrified of Satanna's vengeance, Lady Marvel tried to escape again. This time Satanna cut her flight short by grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her skull. Halting  the mighty superheroine in her tracks, with one hand was normally no easier than stopping a speeding locomotive, but Satanna now performed the feat with ease, and even jerked her back a step.

Caught in Satanna's evil, remorseless grip, Lady Marvel shivered in dread. The defeated crimefighter struggled desperately, but she had no strength left to escape; the renowned Maid of Might, now, no more than a helpless rabbit caught by a merciless fox.

This was too good an opportunity to pass up. Satanna repeated the kick to Lady Marvel's temptingly prominent and enticingly contoured rump, with equally painful results.

"Just can't resist that big, fat, over upholstered ass." The diabolical Blond snickered.

Still painfully gripping her victim's hair with her right hand, Satanna callously grabbed Lady Marvel between her ripely formed thighs, with her left and hoisted the shrieking heroine, high into the air.

Satanna easily bounced the big, brown-haired superheroine's robust body up and down in the air, until Lady Marvel was crying out in distress

Not until Lady Marvel was screaming in dread, did Satanna finally fling her face first to the floor. Using all of her incredible new strength, she flung the heroine down with such force, that even the nearly invulnerable super woman was hurt by the jarring impact. The landing painfully flattened her enormous bosom, and drove the breath from her sveltly muscled torso.

Greatly enjoying kicking her hated foe when she was helpless, Satanna let loose a barrage of kicks, battering the defenseless Lady Marvel across the floor.

Haughty superheroine pride drowned by terror, Lady Marvel shrieked once more in pleading surrender.

For the first time in her glorious career, Lady Marvel was beaten; not just beaten, but totally at the mercy of a ruthless, sadistic vengeful criminal, eager to destroy her. Satanna had demonstrated escape was impossible, and terrible gut wrenching pain blotted out all pride and dignity.  In despair, the idolized crimefighter frantically screamed and begged for mercy, at every kick, praying for the pain to stop, but Satanna ignored her gurgling screams and cries, and continued kicking her with sadistic glee.

In desperation, the terrified crimefighter doggedly arched her body, and tried to scuttle away on all fours. There was little chance she could succeed; Satanna would make certain of that.

Satanna nonchalantly caught Lady Marvel's cape, and jerked backward. With her incredible new strength, the grinning villainess nearly broke her victim's neck, before the cape tore loose.

Satanna then kicked the shrieking superheroine flat with another of those demeaning, humiliating boots to her fully rounded backside.

Satanna paused. Abusing her helpless archenemy was delightful fun, but after all, she didn't want to kill this hated bitch, too soon. Lady Marvel just lay there on her belly, whimpering in pain. In all her life, she never imagined SHE could be the victim of such hurt and humiliation. NOT an invincible superheroine! NOT the World's Mightiest Woman. The despicable Satanna placed her booted foot on the whimpering, groveling  heroine's neck. It was a moment that would haunt Lady Marvel's nightmares for the rest of her life.

Ripping that proud cape from Lady marvel's shoulders gave Satanna a new idea for tormenting her enemy. She would strip the rest of that proud uniform from Lady Marvel's helpless, beaten form.

"Yeah, let's see if those big, jiggling boobs are real?" Satanna smirked to herself, as she casually began by tearing the golden Flying Belt from the vanquished heroine's trim waist.

Lady Marvel shrieked at the irreplaceable loss. Next to her super powers, her greatest weapon for justice, was the belt's ability for flight. Worse, she had delivered the belt into the hands of this black-hearted super woman who would use it for evil.

Satanna glanced at the belt in her hands, and then her eyes gleamed in dawning realization of immense value of the prize she had plundered from her vanquished foe.

"Yeah! I'll make good use of this little beauty. I can pull off jobs that I never dared think of before. I can just see me flying right into Fort Knox. Yep, thanks for this Marvel Boobs! Hah, hah!" Satanna chortled, as she gloatingly claimed the fruit of her victory, by fastening the golden girdle around her own somewhat thicker middle.

Once she had made the marvelous flying belt her own, Satanna gloated.

"Heh, heh! Now for the rest of that tacky, slutish costume, you Cheap Bimbo!" Even as she spoke, the evil villainess began tearing the crimson leotard from Lady Marvel's lush, shapely body.

As Satanna pulled the suit from her shoulders and huge breasts, Lady Marvel pitifully begged her to stop."Oh pl-please...not my uniform...ohhh donnn'ttt..."

Her hated enemy's pathetic, useless pleas added to Satanna's sadistic enjoyment.

Once the vicious Satanna sneeringly stripped naked her enticing form, Lady Marvel crouched miserably at the tormentor's feet, hopelessly trying to cover her humiliating nakedness with her hands. Gloating in triumph Satanna made sport of the shredded scarlet symbol of justice.

Wadding up the dishonored uniform in her fist, Satanna used it to wipe the blood from the beautiful but battered face of the defeated heroine.

"Now what did I miss? O'Course, y'r still wearing that silly little mask.  Can't leave that on you, can I?" Satanna announced, as she tore the mask from Lady Marvel's bruised, tear-stained. but still fetchingly beautiful face.

 "Well, well, if it isn't stuck-up Patty Van Dain, the home-coming queen, the bitch that black listed me for the School Honor Society. Not really much of a surprise of course."

"I-I didn't blacklist you." Patricia whimpered truthfully. "Principal Winters personally intervened."

Not only had Satanna defeated her, degraded and humiliated her, but now she had uncovered her secret identity. If Satanna revealed that secret to the world, Patricia Van Dain would be the hunted quarry of every criminal Lady Marvel ever brought to justice.

Now that she'd brutally beaten the gallant heroine near senseless, despoiled her of her marvelous flying belt, stripped her naked and unmasked her, Satanna produced some rope and began to bind her. For a moment the dejected Lady Marvel felt a gleam of hope. No ropes could bind the mighty Lady Marvel! Escape from this terrifying predicament might be possible!

Lady Marvel's brief hope was speedily dashed 

"Hah, Marvel slut! Ya think you're just gonna snap these ropes and run off? Nope, not a chance! This rope was treated with Sitanium. Little invention of my Dad's. You'll find even you can't break loose from this stuff." Satanna chortled as she tied the heroine's hands behind her back.

It couldn't be true! Satanna was trying to trick her! Lady Marvel gingerly, surreptitiously tested her bonds. They didn't yield a fraction of an inch.

"Maybe I'm just weak from the awful beating she gave me? Had to be careful with her watching me, too. Later when..." Lady Marvel told herself, in near despair accepting bondage almost apathetically for now, as though her courage and will were broken by Satanna's savage humiliating beating and abuse.

Once she had  securely bound her beaten foe, Satanna sadistically forced the captive superheroine to kiss her hand in submission. Brutally beaten and now seemingly helplessly restrained, Lady Marvel began to doubt herself  She hardly resisted as Satanna rubbed her fist against her bruised lips. Tears of chagrin and shame, threatened to overflow her troubled, brown eyes, and she sniffed back a near sob.

Satanna gloated in unholy glee at her triumph.  She had achieved the dream of half a lifetime. She had decisively beaten and brutalized the amazing Lady Marvel long idolized as the most powerful hero on earth. She made her beg and sob for mercy, shamed and humiliated her, and uncovered her true identity.

What next? Satanna knew she couldn't stay here much longer at Fort Arnold; sooner or later, military forces would move in with force even a superwoman would be at a disadvantage to combat.

Satanna glanced down at the snuffling, helpless heroine, contemplating her next move.

"Hate leaving her behind. I can still have a lot of fun with the big slut. Love to hear her whimper like a scared little rabbit. She'd make a valuable hostage too."

Of course, Satanna  had hoped vaguely that she could somehow take the mighty Lady Marvel along as a prisoner, to her safer new refuge in the mountains, but she never fully worked out how she could do it. Casually driving away in her humvee with a trussed up superheroine in the backseat, through the  massive military buildup that now surrounded the installation was out of the question.

Satanna fingered the new toy, she had ripped from the trembling body of her shamed, defeated enemy, now girdling her own thicker waist, and her eyes gleamed. 

"If I can use this flying belt o'hers, I could take her with me, easy as pie. Hah, hah! Yep, why not?" Satanna muttered to herself and then chortled aloud to her demoralized captive, "Yep, with this flying belt you so thoughtfully gave me, I can take you some place they'll never find us. Won't that be fun, Marvie? Just you and me, alone together, for a long, long time? Hah, hah hah!"

Until now, Lady Marvel's worst fear was being found by the authorities, defeated, naked, unmasked and helplessly restrained, a humiliation the haughty heroine dreaded she could never live down. Humiliation would be bad enough, but Satanna's diabolical new plan was even more horrifying.

"Ommigod I'll be her slave!" Lady Marvel's stomach lurched in terror, at the horrifying prospect of long term servitude to her worst enemy.

Trembling in dread, Lady Marvel told herself, "At least that way I suppose I won't be a public laughing stock anyway! Everyone would know who I am, snicker behind my back make my life living hell...I'd be a marked woman..I'd..."

Satanna swiftly snatched away even that small consolation. "Oh, I didn't tell you. You're gonna be the star of the evening news, tonight, Marvie. Six hidden cameras have recorded every moment of our little contest.  It's all being sent to all the local News Channels, and the National Networks too. I bet you make headlines from coast to coast.

The distraught heroine had little time to contemplate this horrifying revelation, before Satanna grabbed her roughly around the middle and hauled her off the floor.  

Satanna picked the big, brown-haired superheroine up, grasping her around the waist, lifting her right off her feet, like a sack of laundry. A moment later she awkwardly launched herself into the air. Unused to flying, she swerved erratically, from side to side, nearly crashing, at every turn in the tunnel, before they reached an inconspicuous exit, far beyond the guarded perimeter. Lady Marvel squealed in alarm several times.

"Shut-up, Bitch!" Satanna snapped.  "You're supposed to be the great,fearless superheroine. Ya sound more like a scared, little wimp."

Once in the open air, Satanna recklessly picked up speed, though still flying in unpredictable twists and turns.  Almost upside down, carried insecurely, in the careless grip of her worst enemy at dizzying speed, Lady Marvel experienced panic and air sickness.

Satanna flew for  some time. Sick and disoriented by the terrifying  predicament, Lady Marvel lost her bearings and had no idea where Satanna was taking her, until they landed beside a clump of bushes. Satanna pushed the brush aside and dragged her captive through a tiny opening hole in the mountain side. Inside was a huge cavern, eerily lit by a few greenish lights set here and there in the rock. Satanna set Lady Marvel on her feet.

"Wh-where are we?" The bound heroine quavered, nervously, her stomach still churning.

"Shut up and get moving! I know where we are, that's all that matters." Satanna snapped giving her captive a hard demeaning shove on her broad behind, herding her toward an opening in the back of the cavern.

Satanna herded her reluctant captive through several, maze-like, natural tunnels beneath the earth.  In rooms on either side Lady Marvel caught glimpses of comfortable living facilities, and extensive laboratory facilities, as well as store rooms and power equipment. Finally, at the furthest chamber of the dark forbidding cavern, they at last came to a cell-like structure, carved out of the rock, with a thick metal door. The grinning villainess shoved the cowed, shamed Lady Marvel into the small cell. Lady Marvel squealed in alarm as Satanna rudely smacked her broad bottom for emphasis.

Rudely shoved into the cell, Lady Marvel looked around apprehensively.

"Y-you can't keep me here..." The defeated crimefighter quavered uncertainly

"Oh yeah I CAN! Heh, heh! You won't escape from here, Marvel Bitch! These walls are even stronger than them ropes, so you'll be safe in here. This is gonna' be your new home, for a long, long time, until I get sick of having you around. Then maybe I'll sell ya." Satanna crowed.

Lady Marvel gulped apprehensively at that thought. Lady Marvel caged like an animal! It wasn't possible! Was it?

"Since I'm a really humane person, I guess I can take the ropes off." Satanna snickered sarcastically, as she untied the naked captive.

With a sneering laugh Satanna strode to the cell door and turned with a final taunt.  "Make yourself comfortable in your new home, Sweetcakes! I'll be back later to make sure you're settled in."

A moment later the door slammed.

Though she was still stunned by the shock of her first defeat, not to mention the terrible physical beating Satanna had given her, Lady Marvel stared at the metallic looking walls. "I've got to get out of here! No telling what that crazed woman will do to me! I'm still Lady Marvel. There's never been any material I couldn't break. It's just a matter of exerting enough force!" 

Her fist cocked in readiness, Lady Marvel waited a few moments to make sure the evil devil was really gone. In fact Satanna was already staring into a bank of monitors, linked to cameras that recorded every angle of the small cell.

"Heh, heh! This should be interesting." Satanna stared intently at the monitors, rubbing her hands together expectantly.
 
As Satanna watched, Lady Marvel took a deep breath, and drove her fist with all her super strength into the wall, confidently expecting it to shatter. Instead the mighty champion cried out in pain.

Satanna snickered in delight, as Lady Marvel nursed her painfully stinging fist, and stared in disbelief at the wall that showed not the slightest scratch or indentation.

"Need to use more force! I guess it's tougher than it looks, but I'm LADY MARVEL!" The heroine told herself, but she was considerably less confident than she'd been a moment earlier.

Taking a moment to compose herself, she drew in another deep breath, concentrating all her strength; then Lady Marvel hurled her entire body against the wall, with all the strength and power that once easily stopped a hurtling locomotive in its tracks.

The world's mightiest superheroine merely bounced back from the wall, with a hollow thump, her shoulder throbbing in pain. Satanna laughed aloud. "Heh, heh! Look at the big moron. She just can't believe it!"

 Satanna watched Lady Marvel hurl herself desperately at the wall again with the same futile result.

 Satanna laughed maniacally, as the caged heroine flung herself against the wall yet again, and again, her efforts growing ever more frenzied crying out in near hysteria at each new failure. 

  Finally, battered, bruised and dazed, Lady Marvel faced the bitter realization that Satanna had defeated her again.  Exhausted and humbled, Lady Marvel slid down the wall, and crouched on the floor, in near despair.

The badly battered Lady Marvel slumped despondently on the floor for some time. She was closer to bursting into sobs than she had ever been since she was a small child.  She had abandoned all hope of battering her way to freedom.

After some time, the hapless prisoner wearily dragged her aching body off the floor, and sank down on the hard, narrow, lumpy cot. Until today, she was the world's mightiest woman, now she was a defeated, humiliated captive, shivering in dread at the specter of Satanna's vengeance, too demoralized to even try to escape.

Satanna in a comfortable recliner at her bank of cameras, observed her caged prisoner for some minutes, in satisfaction, sipping a glass of wine. "Poor thing! Could almost feel sorry for her! HAH, HAH" She laughed sarcastically. "Well, think I'll take a shower and have dinner, then get back for her first 'orientation' session."

After a leisurely dinner, Satanna prepared herself for the first "Orientation Session'. A short time later, Lady Marvel's cell door banged open; the dispirited heroine looked up apathetically. Satanna stomped into the cell, with arrogant assurance. Ominously, like her prisoner, Satanna was naked except for  her boots. She carried a sack which she set down inside the entrance and then closed the door.

"STAND UP, you lazy slut!"  Satanna snapped . "I don't expect you to sit while your Mistress stands."

At the snarled command, Lady Marvel's beautiful face flushed with anger. She had resolved not to let herself be intimidated by the evil Satanna. She momentarily considered defying the evil witch, but when Satanna took a threatening step closer, she felt an unfamiliar thrill of fear, that was nearly panic. She hastily rose to her feet, gulping down the lump in her throat. 

When Satanna smirked: "Good Dog!" Lady Marvel hated herself for her abject surrender to the odious villainess.

Despite smouldering resentment, the gorgeously naked, brown haired woman obediently stood in front of the evil devil who had defeated her. Hands stiffly clenched at her sides, she was trembling nervously. Satanna's nudity especially added to the prisoner's trepidation. She was aware that long term prison inmates often developed bizarre sexual tastes.

Satanna ignored her prisoner for a moment, while she turned nonchalantly back to the sack by the door, though she kept a wary eye on the fuming captive. She swiftly removed a block of wood from the sack and set it in the middle of the cell.

Satanna lifted her left leg, resting her foot on the wooden block.

"NOW! On your knees and lick my boots clean, Slut!" The odious criminal snapped harshly.

Lady Marvel's smouldering anger burst into flame at the outrageous demand.

"GO TO BLAZES, you evil Witch!"

Defiance was exactly the reaction, Satanna was hoping for. She reacted instantly and brutally, smacking the rebellious captive across the face with all her new-born strength.

Satanna didn't stop at one, but swiftly followed up with another slap to Lady Marvel's other cheek, at least as hard and painful as the first.

The two hard slaps staggered the weakened Lady Marvel, and as she stumbled backward, Satanna hurled herself atop her victim toppling them both to the floor, with herself on top.

Satanna's solid body pinned the full-figured crimefighter flat. The stricken heroine wriggled desperately to escape. It was no use; she discovered she was powerless to dislodge the hateful witch.  Looking up fearfully, Lady Marvel realized just how helpless and vulnerable she now was. It was a horrifying revelation to the heroine, long hailed as the World's Mightiest Woman. She might still be the World's Second Mightiest Woman, but second best, might as well be weakest woman, so long as Satanna was her jailer.

Just to make sure her hated enemy had no illusions left as to who was now 'Boss', Satanna proceeded to give her 'trainee' another sadistic beating. Now, she was using her closed fists to drive home the lesson.  Shrieking at each blow, Lady Marvel wriggled uselessly, desperately trying to get out from under her odious would-be master, but Satanna bounced her heavy buttocks up and down on her belly, driving the breath right out of her lungs.

Satanna continued to brutally batter the helpless superheroine, even though her moaning victim had ceased struggling and nearly passed out.

 A moment before Lady Marvel passed out entirely, Satanna shifted her attack, pinching and twisting the battered beauty's beautiful nipples, until the fierce pain brought the woeful crimefighter fully awake to her horror, and she screamed in renewed anguish.

The pain was intense, but the brave  crimefighter could certainly have resisted mere pain. What was so terribly distressing, was her utter powerlessness.  She, who was so used to being in command of every situation, was helplessly pinned to the floor by Satanna's solid buttocks, her svelte waist imprisoned between Sattana's's incredibly strong thighs.  She struggled a little, but it was no use; the evil ex-convict was just too strong for her, now. The fierce smarting pain in her nipples was soon unendurable for one who had rarely known pain. Between howls of agony, Lady Marvel bleated her submission to Satanna's degrading demand.

Though Lady Marvel had shrieked in surrender, and continued to plead brokenly between her screams, the despicable Satanna tortured her victim's nipples a while longer. She gave one final horrifically painful wrenching twist, before she finally released them.

Satanna rose from her victim's prone body, and raised her foot onto the wooden block again. It took Lady Marvel considerably longer to raise her aching body from the floor, and kneel in abject submission, at her enemy's feet. Lady Marvel gazed sadly at the black boots. How could she, ever bring herself to lick Satanna's boots? The newly instilled fear in her heart drove her to bend her proud neck to the task.

Trembling in shame, the proud superheroine reluctantly bent her stiff, haughty neck, and extended her pink tongue.  She gagged, as her tongue touched the leather, but reluctantly set to work.

Satanna kept her sobbing victim, working at her odious task, until the broken-spirited crimefighter thoroughly licked every square inch of both boots. Lady Marvel was gagging, physically sick to her stomach, but she was alarmed and ashamed to realize her pussy was tingling in arousal. Her reaction shocked and disgusted her. She never dreamed she was one of those perverse people who might revel in their own degradation. How could the world revered Lady Marvel sink so low.

The distraught heroine knew she would quickly recover from any physical abuse, her amazing recuperative powers would insure that. She knew, though, that she would never recover from  the devastating blows to her pride and self-esteem. How could she ever hold her head up again? She'd never be able to, if her oldest enemy could help it. To make sure Lady Marvel could never forget her crushing disgrace, Satanna had even worse things in store for her victim.

Smirking in anticipation, the villainess turned back to her sack, and rummaged through it.

"Hah, hah! almost forgot. The first thing they did to us in the Big House you sent me to, was the body cavity search."  Satan chortled, pulling a rubber glove from the sack and donning it waving it around, threateningly.

Lady Marvel leaped to her feet in alarm. "Don't you d..."

Satanna glanced at the naked superheroine, and snarled "You're not going to give me a hard time are you, Slut?" Satanna raised her hand threateningly. Her threat cut Lady Marvel's protests short in mid-sentence.

The battered heroine gulped fearfully, remembering the vicious beating only minutes before, for defying the vicious blonde's order. Her broad shoulders slumped in cowed resignation. After all it couldn't be as bad as another beating. She whimpered pleadingly as Satanna approached her, but offered no resistance.

Satanna grasped the trembling prisoner by the hair, holding her steady with a vise-like grip.  At the same time she slipped several fingers of her gloved hand into Lady Marvel's pussy.

After the first horrifying shock, Lady Marvel moaned as though in pleasure. In pleasure? No! No! It couldn't be true! Once again abject submission to Satanna's degradation had its insidious effect. The forbidden erotic feelings, she'd experienced groveling and kissing Satanna's boots, now threatened to overwhelm her; those wriggling fingers inside her womanhood were too much to resist.  Against her will, contrary to everything she stood for, the virtuous heroine's entire body responded with irresistible force. Before she could control herself, Lady Marvel exploded in a powerful orgasm. If it wasn't for Satanna's double grip, she would have collapsed on the floor.

"You dirty SLUT!"  Satanna snickered in scornful derision. "You were born to be a whore. Well, let's see if ya like it up the behind as much?"

Before Lady Marvel recovered from her shattering climax, Satanna pulled her fingers from the captive's genitalia, and roughly shoving her around, plunged nearly her whole hand up Lady Marvel's rectal passage. At first, Lady Marvel shrieked in horrified revulsion at this ultimate outrage, but then to her disgust she began to feel those awful erotic longings even at this frightful indignity.  Fortunately, this time her reaction was somewhat easier to conceal from her hateful captor, at least so she hoped.

Unfortunately, twenty years of prison life had made Satanna an expert on the reactions of her rape victims.

"Heh, heh. The sanctimonious bitch likes it up the arse, too."  Satanna filed the information away in her evil mind for future reference.

 

The horrifying indignities the gleeful Satanna had in store for her defeated arch-foe just kept getting worse.  Satanna pulled her hand free of Lady Marvel's shapely behind, and threw the glove on the floor. She then carelessly turned her back, fumbling with her evil sack of toys. The veteran crimefighter instantly saw her chance. She could leap on the crouching villainess and turn the tables.  For a moment, Lady Marvel tensed her powerful body to spring upon her tormentress, but then a wave of terrible fear washed over her. The thought of another demoralizing painful defeat made her physically sick to her stomach. Once again, her broad shoulders slumped in resignation.

When Satanna turned back, Lady Marvel squalled in shocked terror; her eyes bugged out in horror at the fearsome sight. Bobbing between the female criminal's strong thighs was a gigantic dildo.

The dauntless champion of virtue backed away, her frightened eyes glued to the terrible threat, as though mesmerized.  She vainly tried to cover her voluptuous curves from Satanna's hateful leering eyes.

In the small cell, there was nowhere to run, and the fierce villainess swiftly caught her frightened prey in her implacable grip.

Satanna was not one for foreplay. Once she immobilized her victim, she skillfully rammed the huge bulbous head of the phallus against Lady Marvel's vulva, with bruising force. Another even harder thrust of her powerful body, rammed the oversized monstrosity deep into the heroine's vagina.
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The revered champion of virtue had long repressed her powerful passionate nature, in the service of justice. Now after the first shriek of agony at the monstrous violation, of her delicate genitalia, Lady Marvel was once again assailed by waves of ardent erotic passion. The out-sized phallus ravaging her petite sexual portal caused intense pain. Yet rather than quench her sexual response, the pain intensified it. Once again Satanna chortled in glee at her hated foe's subservient response to her harsh domination

The brutal rape swiftly triggered another thunderous orgasm that drained the violated heroine of all dignity and self-respect. She hid her face in her hands, too ashamed to meet the derision in the vile Satanna's eyes. In just minutes the horrible villainess had reduced the renowned Champion of Virtue to a disgraced sexual plaything.

"That was too easy. The slut enjoys it too much." Satanna thought, and roughly withdrew the huge phallus from Lady Marvel's ripe body. 

"Let's see if ya like Oscar here, up the behind as much as ya like him in you're pussy?"  Satanna chortled, aloud.

"Oh My God! NO!" Lady Marvel gasped at the thought of that horrible devise penetrating her tiny anus. The distraught heroine twisted awkwardly desperate to escape, but Satanna easily held on to her waist, having anticipated the move.

"No, no. It's too late for maidenly modesty, you Cheap Tart. We know you like it rough and dirty. Don't play coy, now."

A moment later, Lady Marvel felt the horrifying dildo nuzzling her buttocks. She struggled like a wild creature to escape.

No matter what, lady Marvel certainly didn't want to be anally raped by that horrible thing. In order to subdue her victim's wild struggles, Satanna ruthlessly twisted Lady Marvel's arm behind her back, and forced her panicky victim face down across the cot.

Once she forced the big, beautiful, captive heroine face down on the cot, Satanna ruthlessly rammed the monstrous dildo, past the tight sphincter and deep into Lady Marvel's helpless body in one titanic thrust.

With vicious abandon Satanna rammed the gigantic dildo in and out of her wailing victim's tortured anus. Once again, Lady Marvel experienced the effects of erotic stimulation, but this time the intense pain of the unnatural rape was so severe that it blotted out any response, but shrieks of agony.

Satanna's only response to Lady Marvel's heart-rending cries of agony and pleas for mercy, was derisive laughter. There was no room in her evil heart for compassion for the suffering of the woman she had hated or so long.

Satanna continued the vicious anal assault for an incredibly long time, in hopes of eliciting a sexual response from her victim, but this time she was disappointed. Finally, growing tired of the sport, she jerked the phallus free of the devastated captive's body. Even though her hopes were disappointed, Satanna was nevertheless happy at the results of her abuse. As she thought about it, causing the hated Lady Marvel such agony was perhaps better then bringing her perverse pleasure.

Well there was one final humiliating degradation Satanna could inflict on her hated arch nemesis.

With a remorseless grip on her glossy, brown hair, Satanna forced Lady Marvel off the cot, and onto her knees.  Not nearly as schooled in the arts of sexual perversion, as Satanna, the heroine was puzzled by the sexual innuendos of her evil persecutor.

Lady Marvel cowered at Satanna's feet totally subjugated by the villainess, terrified of the horrifying dildo bobbing in her face. She was still perplexed by Satanna's chortling command. Not averse to improving neglected gaps in Lady Marvel's education, Satanna spelled out her meaning with brutal directness.

"I mean you are going to take 'Oscar' in your mouth and suck like crazy, you Stupid Bimbo!"

 

Satanna concluded that further verbal explanation weren't necessary, when she could demonstrate, and brutally rammed the enormous soiled dildo into the suffering heroine's ripe mouth.

At last, satiated for the evening at least, Satanna repacked her bag of toys, and locked her defeated abused foe away for her first night of a long, hellish captivity. The next morning Satanna began a strenuous program of harsh bondage combined with perverse sexual degradation, to totally break Lady Marvel's spirit and reduce her to a compliant sexual servant. 

By her third orgasm, Crimson Marvel was shrieking pleas to remove the hateful vibrator between moans of ecstasy.

Subjected to ever more fiendish and brutish torture, the terrorized crimefighter resisted for weeks, but finally, inevitably, even her steely will broke. The day came when Lady Marvel submissively obeyed Satanna's every perverted, degrading  command, as though mesmerized. This was the day Satanna had long planned, the final stage of her conquest, and dethronement, of the World's Mightiest Superheroine.

Satanna  prepared another publicity stunt, to celebrate her triumph. One day all of the news outlets in the area, received a video tape.

As the tape opened, Lady Marvel, or perhaps more accurately, the FORMER Lady Marvel appeared. The beautiful, statuesque captive's shoulders slumped in despair, her eyes were drowned in tears, and she was  sniffling despondently. Her gorgeous ripe body was totally naked, except for the tattered remains of her  famous cape, as a clue to the once adoring public as to her former identity. Not unexpectedly though, the adulation of the fickle public had quickly evaporated upon release of the footage of her devastating defeat by the villainess. Now only weeks later, the revered Lady Marvel was nearly forgotten. Fan Clubs had disbanded, Lady Marvel merchandise sat unsold on store shelves, covered in dust.

 The unfortunate captive was swiftly joined by the arrogantly strutting Satanna, who had herself developed an extensive cult following of misguided admirers.
After a short self-congratulatory introduction, Satanna turned to her weeping prisoner.

"Show everyone how you've learned to pleasure yourself, SLUT!"

Lady Marvel gulped, and looked at Satanna in a hopeless appeal for mercy, but the only response was a harsh follow-up command.

"Get Busy, you cheap Tart!"

Without further hesitation, the once mightiest of superheroines, now a cowed slave, obediently began to masturbate in front of the camera, her face flaing in shame.

The End.