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For Shirley, MY Superheroine.

WARNING: This story contains adult situations, adult language, and violence. It is intended for mature adults only, and should not be read by anyone under the age of twenty-one!

A sequel to: Mom the Superheroine.

Mom the Superheroine Redux.
By
GW
GW Page at the Valkyrie.

(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

My wife, Betty, or I guess now I can say my wife, Fantastic Femme, gave me permission to include this introduction:

The best fifteen years of my life started the day I married Betty. Of course, at the wedding and reception, much as I loved her, I felt kind of sorry for my new bride. She had her hair done up in her usual bun, and was wearing those big, geeky, black-rimmed glasses. Even her wedding dress, looked about four sizes too big for her, and was draped from her neck to her shoes, like a tent. Of course she didn't have to worry about being upstaged by the bridal party. They all looked even plainer, and dowdier, than Betty.

I didn't notice her dress, though, when she walked down the aisle toward, me. All I saw was her grinning at me from under her veil, with the sweetest smile in the world. I was the proudest guy alive, that this wonderful, loving woman, had agreed to marry me.

Well, that, night in our bridal suite at the hotel, I suggested maybe we could use the big, hot tub.

"Oh! Just a second, I'll change." I was a little concerned that Betty was so shy, she couldn't bring herself to undress in front of her new husband, but I said "Oh sure Bet."

About five seconds later she came out again. I found out later, just about any superheroine can do a complete change of outfit in about that. They even have contests, and time each other. My God! For a second, I was afraid, my new Bride had somehow changed places with another woman in the bathroom.

Then, I saw My Own Betty's warm blue eyes, grinning shyly at me from the most gorgeous face in the world. Could never mistake that smile! Without those awful glasses, her dark purple-blue eyes sparkled like stars. In place of the bun, there was a torrent of honey-blond hair, drifting down around her shoulders like a lazy waterfall. Well gorgeous as her face and hair were, I managed to spare a few glances at the rest of her. HOLY COW! The skimpy little see-thru nighty didn't hide a thing. My new wife, had the most fantastic figure, I ever saw or ever dared dream of. (She still does, even after two kids.)

Betty saw the way I was looking at her, and gracefully raising her arms over her head, slipped off her nightgown. The movement raised her firm breasts up, even higher on her strong chest. It takes a second to realize, just how big, Betty's breasts are, because they're so exquisitely formed, like large, ripe, luscious pears; when you do realize it, you catch your breath in amazement. Her nipples are very dark pink, glowing like roses. The aureoles are only medium size, maybe even a little smaller, but the spikes are thick and sturdy, and more than half fill the aureoles. They were rigid with suppressed excitement.

Every little movement caused exciting little ripples of her strongly sculpted midriff, as it tapered down to her wasp waist, before bursting out into her widely rounded, womanly hips. Her abdomen wasn't quite flat, those delightfully feminine muscles rounding it outward a trifle. The tops of her strong legs framed that sweetly rounded abdomen, as it again tapered down to that most delicate treasure, mysteriously veiled by a thicket of spun gold.

Betty lowered her eyes demurely, but her strong shoulders were thrown back, proudly, holding her as erect as a lance. I'm a couple of inches, over six feet myself, but Betty is only about four inches shorter than I am. Her strong neck was tilted a trifle to the side, just enough to emphasize its elegant grace. Betty spun languidly, displaying every aspect of her divine form. Again, it takes a moment to realize how thick and strong Betty's thighs are, because of their delightful curves. One long, sturdy, thigh, arched in front like a strung bow, as she turned. Below her dimpled knees, her long elegant calves are so strong and capable, and so incredibly sexy. Those long, long legs seem to go on, and on, forever.

Her back to me now, Betty glanced shyly over her shoulder, so I caught a glimpse of her girlish grin, so impish but so innocent, too. No matter how successfully she masked her beauty, she could never hide that wonderful smile. Even those godawful, over-sized glasses, slipping halfway down her freckled nose, just made her grin more irresistible. That warm, understanding smile turned me to mush, the first time I saw it, and still does.

I marveled at the way her back, rippled with the sinuous sturdiness of a lioness, the sweet, delicate hollow at the base highlighting its symmetrical strength. As she turned, one hip cocked to the side, stressing the ripe fullness of her brazenly rounded buttocks. Like her breasts, perfect symmetry disguise their generous size. Nobody could ever want them smaller, least I wouldn't. Hip cocked, provocatively, the ripe fullness of her buttock and the curved strength of her thigh, formed a single graceful arc, from waist to knee.

When Betty turned back to me, she came into my arms, without false modesty, proudly aware of the gift she was bestowing. Breathtaking as it is, her incomparable beauty is just the smallest part of that wonderful gift.

It wasn't until a while after, that I found out Betty's Maid of Honor, Annie, is Wonder Whiz, and darn near as gorgeous (not quite) as Betty, and the other three bridesmaids were all beautiful superheroines, too. Five of the most beautiful women in the world were all doing their best to see who could look the most unattractive; what an ironic waste. Betty told me once an old Sisterhood joke. "The Bay of Pigs is a lingerie party for superheroine's alter egos."

What an incredible night that was! I remember at one point, Betty used her flying ability, and had us suspended four feet above the bed, while we made love. It wasn't until about dawn, when we were, just lying there, holding on to each other, that Betty asked me kind of hesitantly.

"You're not mad that I didn't tell you I'm Fantastic Femme, before our wedding, are you, Ralph?

"Huh? How could I be mad? I was lucky enough to talk the sweetest, nicest girl in the world into marrying me. Why should I mind, she's also the most beautiful woman in the world, too? Geez, you can even fly."

"Well, some guys don't want a wife with super strength; it kind of scares them. And, of course, no matter how hard we try, none of us can ever make it to retirement as a virgin. Always kind of shopworn! When you proposed, and I told you I wasn't a virgin, that I'd been raped; I didn't say how many times, or how many different ways. You're the only guy I ever WANTED to do it with though, and tonight was the first time it was all joyful pleasure! The other times I didn't have a choice, and none of them were very joyful."

I heard Betty gulp a little, like she was remembering a lot of pain. I hugged her, and stroked her back.

"Geez Hon! A virgin sure wouldn't know some of those fantastic things you just showed me. Heck! I just found out I'm married to Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. I know you're a real tough Lady, but I just pray none of them ever hurt you so bad, that together we can't make you forget it. She snuggled against me, then, and we went to sleep. We were both exhausted. Course, we did wake up a few hours later, and start over.

I could see what Betty meant though, about how super strength might be scary. Sometimes, looking at that vulnerable, innocent girl, asleep beside me, knowing she can move a mountain if she wants to, and in fact did once, I still kind of gulp a little. A few months after we were married, we came to a road accident. There were two people pinned under a bus. Even though, she was officially retired, Betty switched to Fantastic Femme before I could even stop the car. About two seconds, after I did stop, she was out of it, and had already lifted the bus up with one hand. She didn't lift one end of the bus; she lifted the whole darn bus right off the ground, and raised it over her head. Holding the bus like that, she went down on one knee. Then, ever so incredibly gently, she pulled both the man and woman clear, and set the bus back down. She didn't drop it like you might drop something too heavy to hold anymore. She just effortlessly set it down.

Then, still just as gently, she lifted both people in her arms and flew off with them to a hospital. She called back to me. "Meet you at the hospital, Hon!"

When I got there in the car, the two people were both in the operating room, and Betty wouldn't leave, until she knew they were going to be okay. Wasn't bad, though; no other guy ever got to sit in a hospital waiting room, for five hours holding and squeezing Fantastic Femme's hand, reassuringly, because she was nearly in tears, worrying about two people she never met.

Well that kind of strength might be scary, but the only thing I noticed, was her wonderful gentleness, using her strength. I knew that day, I could never be scared of this sweet, kind, gentle woman. Of course, it's that sweet gentleness that makes her such a wonderful mother.

Another time in the car, we were coming home, from a party. Betty was about eight and a half months pregnant with Billy, and we just picked up two year old Ralphie, from the babysitter. We had a flat! I got the car under a street light, to change it, and discovered, like a total moron, I left the jack home in the garage.

Heck! A lot of wives would have been really pissed, at their husband under those circumstances, understandingly so. Some of them, if they could fly like Betty, would have flown home with their son, and left their idiot husband, standing in the rain, to figure it out himself. I wouldn't have blamed Betty if she had. Not My superheroine! Instead she gets out of the car, with Ralphie on her hip, under her coat so he doesn't get wet; looks at the tire a second; winks at me; and says: "No problemo, Hon!"

A second later, she lifts the front of the car, four feet in the air with her free hand, and giggles: "You don't need a jack, Lover; that's what you got a wife for." All this time, she's somehow tickling Ralphie, so he's laughing as much as his Mom. Then, as I get the rim off, Betty manages to hold the car up for a second, with her knee, and it doesn't even waver a fraction of an inch, so she can blow me a kiss, before she grabs it again. She left the nerd glasses in the car, and her eyes sparkle like the rain drops glistening on her cheeks. Ralphie laughs: "Mommie funny." She keeps both of us laughing, until I get the tire changed, and I know she's only doing it, so I don't feel like as big an asshole, as I deserved.

Then, when I was done, Betty set the car down, came over, looked at the tire, pointed at it, and said: "Look Ralphie! Daddy got that bad, old tire all fixed for us. Isn't he a Great Daddy?" I was so choked up, I couldn't even tell Ralphie, he had THE GREATEST Mommy in the World.

Geez, there's not a day goes by, that I don't feel really humble, being married to such an incredible woman, but not because I'm intimidated by her super strength. That's actually pretty handy, like for unscrewing jar caps, or especially opening batteries. The kids go through an unbelievable number of batteries for their electronic junk. It's really handy having someone who can rip open one of those plastic bubble wraps, like it was cellophane. Last time I tried, it took twenty minutes, a butcher knife and a cut finger. I just automatically hand anything like that to Betty, without even thinking.

Of course, sometimes, she's even a little too kindhearted. A couple of years ago, we had some mice in the house, and I got some traps. Well the first one got caught, the kids started bawling, and then Betty was sniffling too, and she looked at me with tears, in her big, blue eyes, and said: "Oh please Ralph..."

Well it's just as much her home as mine, more so; wouldn't BE a home without Betty! And it's not like I could, or ever wanted to, refuse her anything. I suppose I'd try to get her the moon, if she asked me. (Of course a superheroine might have a better shot at that, than me.) So I threw away the traps.

A couple of days later, I did tell her, I thought it was kind of going, too far, to leave piles of crumbs out for the mice at night.

"Aw Gee, Ralph! The poor, little things got to eat, too."

How can you argue with that?

A few weeks later, I brought home, this half-starved, sick, little kitten, I found in an alley. Well, naturally, my soft-hearted superheroine nursed her back to health, and took care of "FouFou", until she grew up to be a big strong cat. FouFou is a pretty smart cat, and sometimes at breakfast, when Betty's not looking, she sits by my chair, her tail twitching, and looks up at me, with a proud feline smirk, and I know why those piles of crumbs aren't getting eaten. FouFou's smart enough, to usually hide the evidence, although, once in a while, I have to clean up a mouse tail, and some other unappetizing remains, before Betty sees them.

As much as for her soft heart, and gentle kindness, I never could help but love her for her courage. Not just for two natural childbirths, that, of course, she handled with such incredible grace and dignity. While I was sitting beside her, holding her hand, gibbering in terror, she'd look over at me, once in awhile, between pains, and whisper: "Relax, Hon! Everything's going to be fine!"

That poor kid went through some horrendous experiences, as a superheroine. REALLY nasty! Most times, she manages to make a joke out of them. Once in a while, though, she wakes up sobbing, and I know she had another nightmare. I hold her, and stroke her back, until she feels better. Sometimes then, she blurts out a few details, about what caused the nightmare, and I get almost sick to my stomach, at the what she went through. Next morning, she's always her bright, cheerful self. She may snuggle against me, a second, as I sit down to breakfast, give me a kiss, and say: "Thanks Hon!" I almost feel like I'm worthy to be married to Betty, then.

That's why it took me awhile, to realize how bad she was taking losing that catfight, to that BITCH, Sadique. At first, it seemed kind of sexy, that my wife was a superheroine, but lost a catfight. But, then, when I saw what it was doing to her, I felt like a real, lowlife heel. Jesus! I even asked that poor kid to write about it. Reading that, was when I could see how bad it was tearing Betty up. She managed to hide a lot of the pain with humor, like she always does, but I could read it there, between the lines.

I knew I had broken a promise I made on our wedding night! When I realized the lousy thing I was doing to the woman I loved, I wouldn't let her talk about it in bed anymore. I sure didn't feel worthy to be married to that Goddess, then. Jesus, if I wasn't man enough to be turned on just being in bed with this 'love goddess', I deserved to be castrated, and never have sex again. As long as I live, I'll never forgive myself for being such an asshole.

The worst thing for her, was Betty felt she failed her kids. She'd saved so many people in her career, but she couldn't protect her own kids from a school yard bully. And they'd always been so proud of her. Now, they looked at their poor Mom, like they just felt sorry for her. Sometimes, they even looked at their Mom, like they were ashamed of her. I wanted to bat one of them, a couple of times, for that. Of course, I know they saw the whole thing, and that must have been pretty traumatic, at their age. I had a couple of talks with them, but I don't know how much good it did.

Betty was working really hard for several years, going to Law School, part time, and she finished the last of her courses last summer. Although she's not scheduled to officially graduate until May, first in her class, I may add, (Heck! I was lucky to barely graduate, at all!), she was eligible to take the February Bar Exam, and I knew she'd ace it. We'd both been really looking forward to her joining my one man firm, and pretty soon, we'd be partners. Of course, being partners with Ms. Softie Heart, Esq. is gonna' mean a lot more pro bono work, I expect, but doing it with Betty can only be fun.

Betty brightened up some at Thanksgiving. She loves any excuse to cook, and of course she's a fabulous cook, gourmet chef, I should say. And she always loves Christmas with the kids, but after New Years, she kind of went over the edge again. She said she didn't have time to study, and didn't file for the bar exam. Told me she'd have more time in June, and I was scared she'd have some excuse then too. Knowing how hard she'd worked, that tore me up to see her like that.

Then, that P. T. A. Dinner came up. I didn't want to go to the darn thing. I tried to talk Betty out of it. I even suggested, since it was February, we take the kids to Florida that week. I knew she wanted to, but she was too proud to run away. Well, the only good thing about starting out for the damned dinner was the way Betty looked. She'd thrown away most of the frumpy clothes, after everybody found out she was Fantastic Femme, but this was the first time, she went all out, the other way.

Of course, I'd seen Betty in her Fantastic Femme uniform, and she's absolutely gorgeous in that, and I knew what she looked like in the bedroom, but until that night, I never had a chance to show off my wife, looking like the sexiest woman in the world, in public. She looked more fabulous than she did in her uniform. I wished we were going any place, but that damned dinner, because I was escorting a Goddess on my arm, into that room. Every man in the place envied me. Any man in the world would have!

Betty's Story:

I've just gotten through the most miserable six months of my life. It was a heck of a lot worse, even then the six months at Morgana's. At least, then I was hypnotized. It was like those awful, long hours in that lousy library job, way back in the stacks, because Betty was too 'frumpy' for the front desk, only now, there wasn't even any superheroine excitement to liven it up.

It tore me up, when my kids looked at me, every day, like they were both ashamed of me, and sorry for me. Poor old Mom, the loser superheroine! Geez, even if you're not a superheroine, you ought to be able to to keep your kids from being bullied. Not a LOSER like me, though!

Well, sex with Ralph was kind of fantastic for awhile, but then he started to feel ashamed, about getting turned on, by me getting beat up and hurt so bad. He refused to let me tell him about it anymore. He said if it would make me feel better to talk about it, 'that was fine' but not for that reason. After that, sex was still good, and we still did it most nights, and Ralph was really so sweet to me in bed too, but it wasn't quite as exciting, and that had been about the only bright spot in the whole disaster. I guess it turned me on a little, in a sick way, to talk about it, too.

It sure didn't turn me on enough, to ever want to get beat up like that again, though! That really scared me! I'd never lost a fair fight before in my life. Real comedown! I got chloroformed and tricked a few times, and took some real beatings that way, but NEVER because I lost a fair fight. Even that darned eight foot robot was a pile of scrap metal, once I did finally get loose. And that Penile Octopoid never molested ANOTHER Superheroine! Even though I couldn't see straight, and was giggling like a lunatic, I tied that darned thing's tentacles up into so many knots, it STILL hasn't gotten loose. See how IT likes bondage!

BUT that day with Sadie, it wasn't even close; I never landed a punch. How could that one sided beating happen to me, to Fantastic Femme? Geez! Had I turned into a total wimp, since I retired? I'll NEVER forget, Fantastic Femme begged a lousy supervillainess for mercy, and disgraced the Sisterhood. If I was the woman, I always thought I was, and not a wimp, I would have marched down the street, and dared that witch, to try and do it again. I owed that, not only to myself, but especially to the Sisterhood. I didn't do that, because I was TOO scared Sadie WOULD, beat me up again! Me, Fantastic Femme, scared of a supervillainess! Really scared! I knew, next time, it would be a lot worse than humiliation, and a sore behind. I was afraid to go out at night, alone, for fear she'd jump me, when no one else was around. A Superheroine afraid to go out by herself! I wasn't just a loser, I was a COWARD! That was a real bitter pill to swallow. Oh shit! I was so ashamed!

I moped a lot during that time, although I managed to brighten up for the holidays, but then the post holiday doldrums, added to my misery. Geez! I was so depressed, I didn't even file for the Bar Exam, and then I wanted to kick myself for being such pathetic loser, and idiot. I worked for that four and a half years, and now I knew, I was scared, I'd even flunk that. When I had to tell Ralph, he had tears in his eyes, and I knew I'd let him down, again.

Loser! Loser! Loser!

Then to top it off, in February, I lost the election for P. T. A. President, to you guessed it, that dirty Slut, Sadie. I got three lousy votes, and two of them were mine and Ralph's. I know, she didn't want the job; it was just another way to humiliate me, and rub my nose in what she'd done to me. Of course, it's traditional for the outgoing president to attend the installation dinner, for the new officers, so I had to try and be a good sport about it.

Well, what the heck? I didn't have much superheroine ego left. I could be miserable at the dinner, just as well as at home. Well, I was darned, if I was going there, looking like Betty, the librarian FRUMP. Everybody knows my real identity now, and if I'm not going to be P. T. A. President, anymore, I can darned well look like a 'shameless sexpot', if I want to. If ya got it, flaunt it!

I wore a tight, black, skirt that ended just about at the creases of my shapely (well big) superheroine behind. And a white, silk blouse, filled out very nicely by my 44D boobs, bra-less, with my nipples poking through the thin, nearly transparent silk. I had on six inch stiletto heels, and black fish-net stockings. When I shook out my long blond hair around my shoulders, and Ralph looked at me, his mouth gaped, and he gasped: "Holy Cow, Honey, you look twice as beautiful as any twenty-three year old supermodel." I know Ralph's prejudiced, but that kind of gave me the courage to face the dinner.

My best friend, Annie Levine said she'd watch the kids, so Ralph and I could go together. I couldn't face that alone, for sure. Annie is Wonder Whiz! Even though she's retired, too, she was elected President of the Sisterhood last year. I was so proud of her! Least one of us was President of something. Annie is a couple of years older, and was my mentor, my first year in the Sisterhood. She's always been like my Big Sister. Course, she's kind of like everybody's Big Sister. I always still take my troubles to her, but there were reasons, I couldn't share the Sadique thing with her.

When Annie saw me, dressed, she kind of gasped too. Then she grinned, in admiration: "Geeze Bet! You're sure blowing that whole superheroine alter-ego image thing to heck!" I knew then, maybe I looked almost as good as Ralph thought I did.

After we sat down, at our table, I remembered the cookies. I brought them for the baked sale, the P. T.A. was having next day. I told Ralph I'd be right back. I ran out and got them from the car, and dropped them off at the table, for baked goods.

Well as I set them down, the snotty witch behind the table said: "Geez Betty! You look like a real floozy tonight, doncha?' My blood boiled, but I kept my cool. I was getting used to swallowing insults, from people I used to think were my friends. Then, she said: "I can't accept these cookies. Our new President said she broke a tooth, on one of YOUR cookies, and she doesn't want to risk any law suits, against the P. T. A.."

Sadie was practicing law without a license, now?

"Fine!" I said, and stalked off carrying my stupid box of cookies, and feeling like about two cents.

WELL, maybe I did look like a 'floozie', but I could tell there wasn't a male eye at any table, I passed, that wasn't either on my legs or my straining blouse. Well, they could look but, it all belonged to Ralph. Anyway, I thought: "Let that little DRIP behind the cookie table, eat her heart out!"

Then, when I got back to our table, who should be standing there, talking to Ralph, but Sadie. And I could tell, THAT SLUT was trying to hit on MY husband! Even she knew, that was hopeless, but it was another way to stick it to me. Let me me know, I was such a pathetic wuss, she could slither right up to My Man, and make out, with me standing right there. I was fuming at her, but hating myself more, because it was true. I wasn't woman enough to protect my kids, and I wasn't woman enough, to fight for My Man!

As I got closer, I heard that odious witch pretending to try to turn MY Ralph on telling him, the filthy details, about how she beat up, and abused Wonder Whiz, when she was younger.

Of course, it's a supervillainess tradition, part of their perverted 'code', to rape Superheroines and humiliate us, and half kill us, whenever they can get their slimy hands on one of us. They're usually even worse than the male super villains. The supervillainesses use their giant dildos, and they're always twice as big as the things on eight foot robots. Sadique used it on every place on poor Annie's body, she could stick it, and she hadn't captured her fair either. She sneaked up from behind, and used one of those darned chloroform rags.

Poor Annie spent five months in the hospital, after we finally got to her. That was, of course, the reason I hunted Sadique down, and darn near killed her, capturing her. Well, as I've said before, I guess I was lot tougher when I was younger, a REAL Superheroine, not the scared, wimpy, little wuss, I was for the last six months.

Ralph looked really embarrassed, and disgusted, and MAD. He knew about the story, and loves Annie, almost as much as I do. Geez! I was afraid Ralph was going to haul off, and smack the bitch across the face, not that I blamed him. She sure had it coming! But then he might have got killed! Supervillainesses are usually as strong as superheroines, as I very well know, after that day six months ago.

Once, when I WASN'T a scared, little wuss, I would have LET Ralph smack her, figuring then, I'd mop up the floor with the bimbo, if she came after MY husband. Well, I really WANTED to tear those henna curls out by the roots, but I was too scared of her, not just a little scared either. The thought of taking Sadie on again, made my knees weak. Now, I was scared for both of us!

Sadie had a big drink in her hand, and although my voice was a little shaky, I tried to sound nonchalant saying to Ralph: "Hon, would you be a Dear, and get us drinks, too?"

Ralph looked really reluctant, to leave me alone, with the witch, but he couldn't very well refuse. There were people listening at the next tables.

"Sure thing, Bet!"

When Ralph left, I was even more scared without him there beside me. God! Such a loser!

As soon as Ralph was gone, Sadie glared at me, with those nasty, green eyes, and sneered: "Hah! Afraid of a little competition, from a real woman, huh, Floozie?

I sure wasn't afraid of that kind of competition from that ugly tramp, but I was sure enough, scared of HER!

Well scared as I was, I was mad. Maybe it was an accident, maybe it wasn't. Anyway, I bumped into her, and spilled her drink down the front of her frowzy, red dress. Of course, if I wasn't such a wussy coward, I would have hauled off, and punched her in the mouth, and chipped a couple of more of her yellow fangs.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry, Dear!" I tried to sound sweetly catty, but I probably just sounded scared, because I knew I was thinking: "Oh Geez! Betty, don't provoke her!" Oh, what a darned little wuss!

Sadie glared back at me, but said just as sweetly catty, only not at all scared. "That's all right, Dearie, but maybe you'd be NICE enough, to come to the ladies room, and help me repair the damage?"

I'd DONE it, now!

Naturally, I knew what was coming, and I knew she provoked me, hoping I'd do something stupid, like that. But I was dumb enough to do it, so I brought it on myself.

By now, everyone at the surrounding tables had stopped talking, and was listening. I saw that nasty drip from the cookie table grinning, and sneering at me. Everyone knew I was Fabulous Femme, now. I couldn't back down, and disgrace the Sisterhood, not anymore, than I had already.

"Sure Thing, 'Darling'!" I gulped, not even managing to sound catty.

Sadie picked up her over-sized hand bag, and I trailed after, to the ladies room, my heart pounding, and my knees knocking together. I was so scared, my fright stiffened nipples, darn near, poked holes in my blouse.

Sadie opened the door, and said: "After you, DEAR!"

I was praying, it would be occupied. Nope! Just my luck! NOW, I had no choice! I felt like I was walking into a whole cage full of eight foot robots and penile octopoids, and I wasn't enough of a superheroine, to face even one, of either. And no way, enough woman to face Sadie.

"Oh God! Why didn't I go to Florida, when I had the chance?"

"I went in ahead of her, keeping my head turned, so she didn't sandbag me from behind. That was a REAL big handbag, and for all I knew, she had a can of chloroform in it. She knew she didn't need it for a wuss like me, though. The way she bared her yellow fangs, I knew she couldn't wait to get her bare hands on me, again.

I turned around to face her, as she locked the door behind her. Than, my heart nearly stopped, as it came to me. "She's got her giant dildo in that big bag! Tonight, locked in here, she's finally got the chance to finish, what she started last summer. She's going to beat me half to death and then...."

I couldn't even think about the rest. She wasn't telling Ralph what she did to Annie. "No! When MY HUSBAND finds what's left of me, the filthy pig wants Ralph to know all the sick details, of what she did TO ME!" I came close to going down on my knees, and begging her to let me out of there. For a second, I had to put my hand on the wall, so I didn't keel over in a faint. Some Superheroine!

As she turned back to me, I heard that awful cackle of hers. "Hah! Hah!" I'd never forget that cackle, from our first fight, and it set my teeth on edge, or maybe chattering in terror, is more like it.

"Ya look kind of shaky, Sweety; like the big tough superheroine, who sent me up for eight years, is so scared, she's going to wet her cute, little, lace panties."

Not a bad guess!

"Of a third-rate bimbo, like you? Ha. NOT LIKELY!" The words were good, but when you say them, with a lump in your throat, the size of an orange, they lose impact.

"If you'd like to leave, the door's right BEHIND me! Hah! Hah!"

It was hopeless; I was trapped! There was no place to run! I'd just have to take my beating, and pray, maybe she didn't really have that dildo. I wasn't doing very well, on answered prayers tonight, though.

I was sure I was going to take another beating, anyway. Maybe, I could at least try and do some damage to her, so she'd at least know she'd been in a fight? Even a cornered, cowardly RAT can do that! Last time, she wasn't even breathing hard, and there wasn't a mark on her, by the time she smacked my sore butt all over her front yard.

I slipped out of the high heeled pumps; they were too flimsy for kicking, and I didn't want to trip over them.

Whatever was in it, as I got the second shoe off, she hit me in the face with the bag, and it felt like it was her kitchen sink. It opened up a cut under my right eye.

"Hah! Hah!"

Darn her!

"Great! Just what I need to start out a fight!" Even so, I saw the bag coming, just soon enough to move my head a little. It didn't hit square, and knock me silly, like she intended. Only glanced off my cheek. It started the adrenalin pumping a little.

"Fight fair, you Slut!" I yelled, and punched her, in her fat gut. Like that witch was ever going to fight fair!

Sadie gulped, and dropped the bag. She was still glaring, but she looked surprised. She must have figured, I was just going to lie down, and let her beat the snot out of me again. (I Darn near had!)

I waited for her, and she slammed into me, and pinned me against the wall. She hammered her fists into my stomach, not before I stiffened my belly muscles, though, and I do have a pretty solid set of abs. She was hurting me, God knows, but not enough, so that I couldn't smash my fists, 'one, two', into either side of her ugly face. I must have hit her pretty hard, because she backed off, before I got in anymore of those punches.

She came back at me, darn quick, though, and smashed her fist into my left breast. I took a step back, almost back into the wall. I couldn't go any further than that, so we started trading punches. I kept hitting her fat middle, to keep her away from my breasts. Of course, it was my boobs, she went after. Can't miss targets that big! Guess I should have worn a bra, after all; a steel one, maybe!

My poor boobs sure took a heck of a pounding, and they hurt like the dickens, but she was really panting, and puffing. Was I doing more damage, than she was?

Maybe, she thought so, anyway, because she changed tactics, and tried to tackle me around the thighs, to knock me over. Lucky for me, that short skirt, didn't get in the way, when I rammed my knee into her jaw.

-CRACK-

The slut backed off, again. There was an even dumber look on her face, than usual. I was a little surprised. Had I scored? Things still hadn't clicked, though.

This time, she went for my long, blond hair, and got two handfuls. It worked for her last time, but tonight, I grabbed two fists full of red hair. Kind of a standoff, but neither of us would let go. We waltzed around the bathroom, both screeching, but she was screeching as loud as I was, maybe louder, even.

She got her leg around mine, and tripped me. We both crashed to the floor, still locked together by those mutual hair grips. We rolled around the floor, for a few turns, then back the other way. I did mange to get my knee into her belly, once, and heard her grunt, kind of loud, between screeches. She sank her sharp yellow fangs into my neck, once, like the vampire she is, but screeching like that, she couldn't hold on. I screeched a little louder, myself, but tugged on her hair, a little harder.

Still tearing at one another's hair, neither daring to let go, pushing and pulling against each other, we gradually worked our way back up on our feet, still screeching.

When we finally broke apart, I had two handfuls of red hair; she had some of mine, too, but not as much. "Yech." I threw it on the floor in disgust.

She came at me, her scaly claws extended, to scratch my face, but I punched her in the ear, and she thought better of that!

I started feeling kind of like I used to in a fight. Heck maybe...

Before I could finish that thought, the Slut punched me in the pussy. That short skirt does have its disadvantages, and she was able to get her fist between my thighs, and really ram me good.

"Yowwwiiee!"

Hah! Hah!"

"OH, that laugh grated on my nerves; I really wanted to shut it up."

Dumb ME still wasn't wearing a cup, under my frilly, lace panties. God it hurt! I had to press my thighs together real tight, but it didn't hurt so bad, that I didn't return the favor.

Unfortunately, I didn't do as much damage. She had on a long, tight skirt, so I couldn't get my hand in deep enough, for a real uppercut. AND I discovered she WAS wearing a cup!

I had never had any real doubts, Sadie planned the fight, of course, but knowing for sure... Yep! The DIRTY SLUT came here, tonight, all prepared. Planing how she'd celebrate her election victory. She was going to beat up the outgoing president, one more time, and do it someplace alone, where she'd have no interference. Then she'd RAPE me, besides!

THAT'S what she planned, huh?

Even though my punch didn't do a lot of damage, it did back her up some. AND, I knew wasn't scared anymore! Not as much as I had been, anyway! Knowing, for sure, she HAD deliberately set me up, was making me madder, and madder. REAL, REAL MAD! Not careless, stupid 'mad' either! Cold calculating 'mad'! Thinking what I was doing, for a change, 'mad'!

ABOUT TIME!

"What the heck's the matter with me?" I wondered. I'd been letting this bimbo take the fight to me, letting HER call all the shots. Darn it! I hadn't gone all out. I'd been sleep walking, like I was still Morgana's mesmerized zombie. Even so, I'd been standing here five minutes, taking everything this sad excuse for a supervillainess could dish out, and I WAS still standing! NOW, I could darn well see, I didn't feel half as bad as Sadie looked! I'd been creeping around like a scared little wuss for six months, because this second rate bimbo caught me by surprise, once. I was so mad at myself, I took it out on her, and it never troubled my conscience, one bit.

"Well I can't hurt her pussy as much as I'd like to, lets try this!" With all my superheroine strength, I slammed my forearm right across Sadie's sagging boobs, darn near crushing them. She had a heavy bra on, naturally, but I about crushed the cups of that too. It hurt her! Those saggy, little boobs of hers, obviously don't draw anywhere near as much attention as mine do, so she's a lot less used to getting hit there. She yelled, really yelled, at the pain, and grabbed her chest.

"Push me into, sucker fight, huh? Push Fantastic Femme into a fight? YEAH, Darn it! I AM Fantastic Femme, FOR REAL! We'll see, NOW, who's the sucker!"

"You FILTHY SLUT!" I screamed, as I sailed into her, my fists flying.

I hit her with three, quick, sharp, HARD, left jabs, to the right side of her jaw. Rat, Tat, Tat! Her head snapped so hard, and so far to the other side, she's lucky I didn't break her neck, not figuratively break it, either.

Than I hit her with a right uppercut to the chin. She's shorter than me, but for a second, her head was about four inches above mine. I don't think her toes were even touching the floor! She bounced back against the wall, and I think if I stopped then, she might have just slid down the wall on her butt, and not tried to get up.

NOT YET, SLUT!

Just to keep her on her feet, I nailed her with a left and right, to her fat belly. She doesn't have abs like mine, and she grunted like a SICK PIG, and about doubled in half. To straighten her up again, I started punching her face, some more.

I knocked that bimbo's head, every which way, from one side, to the other. Finally, she turned sideways, to get away from my fists. I half turned the other way, and rammed my knee up into her stomach. When she doubled over, I judo chopped the back of her neck; chopped her right down into a knee-lift to her nose. I saw blood spurting, as she fell on the floor. I got out of the way, so it didn't splatter on me.

Tonight, Sadie HAD the bloody nose!

"Hah! Hah!" I laughed, imitating her nasty cackle.

I kicked the worthless pig, away from me, in disgust. I didn't want that Slut's blood getting all over MY sexy, new outfit!

Sadie was sitting on the floor by then, and maybe you think a superheroine shouldn't kick an opponent, that's down? Yeah! There is kind of a Sisterhood sentiment to that effect, but heck I'm a 'retired' superheroine. I might be barefooted, but my heel is pretty darn hard, especially with all this gorgeous, muscular, thigh behind it. I kicked the witch in the face, with everything I had, right in the mouth. I didn't chip her tooth this time, I knocked one of her front fangs, right out of her jaw!

"Hah! Hah!" I cackled again.

After Sadie spit her tooth out, she looked up at me, and gurgled. "N-no more...Femme...no more...please..."

Well, Sadie wouldn't be getting up for a while. I peeked in that over-sized handbag, checking out my hunch. Geez, YES! That dildo WAS in there! The SAME one Sadie used on Wonder Whiz. I was expecting it, but even so, my blood kind of froze, for a second, seeing it. I shuddered, knowing if I hadn't come to my senses in time, she would have used that monstrosity on me. She'd have done the same things to me, she did to Annie. I knew I never would have recovered from THAT! I'd have wound up in a Mental hospital. Never was as tough AS Annie!

"Wonder, how TOUGH, this SLUT is? Well! SHE brought IT in here! Maybe we should see?"

"Geeze!" I thought. "Am I as nasty, as this witch?"

"Okay! So what if I am?"

"Nah! Suppose not!" Kicking her when she's down, is one thing, but I thought of Ralph and MY kids. Could I ever explain THAT to them? Could they ever forgive me? AND I am a SUPERHEROINE! I remembered what my mentor, Wonder Whiz, taught me. "We're not like THEM!" What would Annie, my 'Big Sister', say if I did it? Could I EVER look ANY of the people I love, in the face again? Kind of ironic, though, that one of the things that saved that worthless slut, from her own dildo, was Wonder Whiz's training. I didn't laugh, though, I really WANTED to do it!

Still Sadie deserved SOMETHING, and I WAS retired. There wasn't any big lawn to parade her around, but it WAS this Slut, that lured me into this Lady's Room, to beat ME up, and rape me. Yep! In here, lots of toilets, handy!

I got hold of Sadie, under the shoulders, and darned careful not to get any blood on my white blouse, I tossed her into one of the stalls. Conveniently, she came down on her knees, facing the toilet, like I planned. I grabbed the hair at the back of her head, and rammed that ugly, slut face into the toilet.

Geez! I was even disappointed somebody flushed it, last time. I should have checked all the stalls, before I picked one.

I held her head under awhile, before I pulled it out. She was sputtering and coughing. I let her get a couple of breaths, then I rammed her in again. I did that three more times. Each time I held her in there a little longer. I WAS enjoying myself! Finally, I came to my senses!

"Geez Betty! Don't KILL her!"

I did WANT to kill her, but I knew it would be kind of tough on Ralph and the kids, if I spent the rest of my life in that Supervillainess prison. I pulled her out, and flung her by the door we came in.

"You're one lucky supervillainess SLUT, tonight, Honey!" I muttered.

Well for a second, then, I started feeling as guilty, as that darned cat looks, when I catch her smirking up at Ralph, like their sharing a big secret. Like I don't know WHY he brought the cat home! When I glare at FouFou, she slinks over, real guilty like, and rubs against my leg. I do wonder how sincere she really is? Course, I always forgive her; guess pussy cats have to eat too! When FouFou gets careless, though, I pretend I don't notice. Let Ralph clean up that mess; he did bring THAT on himself!

Lucky for Sadie, I'm not a pussy cat, because I hadn't had dinner yet. She didn't even have a tail to leave behind as evidence.

I looked in the mirror. Aside from the cut on my cheek, not too bad! The bite mark on my neck, didn't look any worse than the hickeys, the popular girls used to sport in high school.

"Still have all MY teeth anyway! Hah! Hah!"

I washed the blood off my cheek; it had almost stopped bleeding. Only a couple of spots got on my blouse. My hair was kind of a mess, and I didn't have a comb. I did the best I could with my fingers, and gave it a toss. Have to do! I found my shoes and put them back on.

TONIGHT, I wasn't going to limp home, snuffling, like a wimpy wuss! TONIGHT, I was walking out of here, like Fantastic Femme! Felt good! Felt REAL GOOD!

Ralph continues the story:

I didn't want to go for those drinks. I knew Betty only asked, because she saw I was about to slap that BITCH, for the nasty things, she was saying about Annie. Next to Betty, Annie is the sweetest girl in the world. Sadie'd probably have killed me, of course; that's what Betty was afraid of!

Well I couldn't humiliate my wife. No matter how I put it, it would come out sounding: "No! I'm afraid to leave you alone with this BITCH! If I leave you, I'm sure, she'll beat you up again, because we both know she's tougher than you!" There's no way you can say THAT to a SUPERHEROINE, you love!

"Yeah, sure Bet." I mumbled, and feeling like a rat deserting a sinking ship, headed to the bar. The damned bar was packed, and it took me ten minutes to get the drinks. When I got back to the table, both Betty and Sadie were gone. As I set the drinks down, the mousy little twit, I'd seen at the cookie table, said, she thought they'd gone to the ladies room, together. She said it with a nasty grin, like she was real pleased.

Oh Jesus, NO! My heart just about stopped.

I RAN to the restroom!

As I ran, I knew once that bitch had Betty alone in there, with nobody around to see it, she'd do the same things to Betty, she'd been bragging about doing to Annie. I knew then, she wasn't telling me what she DID to Annie; she was telling me, what she was GOING TO DO to My Betty!

Dear God! NO! NO! NOT my poor, sweet Betty!

The door was locked, and I could hear moans on the other side.

BETTY!

No time to kick the door in! There was a fire axe on the wall. I grabbed it!

I didn't know what I'd do, when I got the door open. I'm a pretty, big strong guy, but if that BITCH beat Betty up, she'd tear me into little pieces, and flush them down the toilet.

Well! I had the fire axe; maybe I could do something with that?

I raised the axe over my head. I got in one chop, when the door opened.

My heart was in my mouth.

Dear God THANK YOU! It was Betty, who opened the door. NOT My 'poor sweet' Betty, either!

My Superheroine was kind of pale, and even a little shaky. Her blouse, was ripped, and she had a cut under one eye, but the minx smirked at me, the way FouFou does, and winked, and I knew, THIS was a big, blond cat, that just made a kill!

Betty looked at the axe in my hands, kind of proudly, but grinned.

"Going to a fire, Hon?"

I looked down, and saw Sadie lying on her belly, by Betty's feet. Betty had one stiletto heel planted on the BITCH'S neck, so she couldn't get away. Sadie's head and shoulders were sopping wet, and she was gagging, and gasping, like she just almost drowned.

I set the axe down, and grinned, back: "Nope! Guess not! Looks like somebody already put the fire out!"

My sexy Minx winked at me again.

Betty grabbed Sadie, by the scruff of the neck, and dragged her, like a sack of garbage, back to the hall. Betty was still a little shaky, maybe, but she still managed to swagger some, sticking that fabulous 44D chest out. One last straining button, was the only thing between a staid P. T. A. Dinner, and the sexiest stag show in town.

I trailed along a little behind. I would have been even prouder to walk beside My Superheroine, now, than I was a little while ago, when I escorted this Goddess into the room. I just couldn't tear my eyes from the proud, catlike way, she was swishing that big, curvaceous, superheroine ass, in that tight black skirt, from side to side. I'm not embarrassed to admit, it gave me a tremendous hard on!

Still dragging Sadie, as she passed our table, Betty scooped up the box of cookies, she'd brought. I stayed by the table, so my bulging trousers wouldn't embarrass My Superheroine, in her moment of triumph. I took a sip of the drink, I never got a chance to taste, enjoying it, as I watched the show. At the next table, the cookie table twit, was tugging on her husband, trying to get out of there, as quick as her pipe-stem, little legs would carry her.

Betty threw Sadie face down, right in the center of the head table, and announced, loudly.

"Here Losers! If you Morons want this sack of sludge, for your President, you're welcome to her!" Then, she threw down the cookies beside Sadie.

"Yeah, and if you don't want MY cookies, for your cheesy bake sale, you can STUFF them up your new President's BUTT!"

I heard later, someone had the bright idea, to auction Betty's cookies off, one by one, and they made more from that one batch of cookies, then from all the other stuff at the sale.

Then, Betty grabbed Sadie's hair, jerked her head up close, and snarled, real mean like. "One more thing, SLUT! If that NASTY BRAT of yours, EVER comes within a hundred yards, of either one of my kids, I'll feed YOU to that Penile Octopoid you got in your basement, lock the door, and throw away the key! Maybe you'd LIKE Bobby, to have a litter of penile octopoid siblings?"

Then, Betty whispered one more thing in Sadie's ear, so nobody else could hear. Sadie shrieked and moaned, and just slid down on the floor, sobbing.

Hah! Hah!

Betty said later, she told Sadie, she was just about to pick up Sadie's dildo, as her victory prize, and if she ever wanted to see it again, she could visit it, IN the Sisterhood Museum. Taking a defeated supervillainess's giant dildo, away from her, is the final insult. Like breaking a magician's wand! No supervillainess EVER recovers from that disgrace!

By then, there were quite a few people standing up, and applauding.

Then, with a flip of long golden hair, My Superheroine spun around on her stiletto heel, and those incredible, long legs flashing, strode back to me, grabbed me by the necktie and said:

"C'mon Big Boy! Lets go home! I still got a few more tricks, I been saving to show you, from the days, when I was Star Sex Slave in Mack the Pimp's stable!"

My only disappointment was that Ralphie and Billy weren't there to see their Mom the Superheroine in action, socking it to the P. T.A.. Their eyes really light up, when I tell them the story, suitably sanitized, naturally, and they ask me to retell it about every day. Their eyes glow the same way, they used to, and the way mine do, when they look at their awesome Mom! Jesus, WHAT A WOMAN!

And Bobby crosses to the other side of the street when he sees either Ralphie or Billie coming. Guess his Mom convinced him, he's happy as an only child, and wouldn't want any penile octopoid sisters and brothers.

On the way out, while I got our coats, Betty stopped at the ladies room. She came out thirty seconds later, carrying a huge object, wrapped up in paper towels. I'd never have believed, I would ever see such a nasty grin, on that sweet, beautiful face.

In the parking lot, Betty threw her package, and our coats in the car, and locked it. It was just then, the last button on her blouse popped. The way her big high-set breasts were heaving, had put one heck of a strain on it. The cold air had an amazing effect on Betty's nipples!

"Hey Hon. You wouldn't mind if we flew home tonight, would you? I'll go nuts in the car. All those stop lights! I can pick up the car in the morning."

She glanced down at my trousers and grinned.

"Nah! Guess you won't mind."

"Your night, Champ!" I grinned, probably with a leer. Couldn't take my eyes off those nipples.

Betty picked me up, her arms around my waist, face to face. Locked together, her big naked, 44D boobs were plastered against me. Even through my jacket, I felt those superheroine nipples stabbing my chest. God, but that sent cold shivers down my spine! What a thrill!

I grabbed hold of that gorgeous superheroine behind, with both hands. I felt Betty's big, boldly out-thrust buns tighten, sexily, when I gripped them. Of course, they MORE than filled my hands. What an ASS! We were already kissing each other so hard, my mind was kind of reeling.

As soon as we left the ground, Betty wrapped her incredible, big, round, tapered thighs around my legs. Who could ask for a stronger, sexier, safety harness, than that?

We got up about twenty feet in the air, still hovering, and Bet got her tongue out of my mouth, long enough to whisper in my ear. "See if you can you get your fly unzipped! I CAN TELL you won't have any trouble getting around these little, lace panties."

I didn't need a second invitation! I managed the zipper somehow. Heck! I would have kicked the pants off, if I had to!

It was a little tricky, but I maneuvered around the panties, and gave a hard thrust! Betty arched her whole lower body, sucking my penis deep into that delicate treasure! Even with our tongues wrapped together, Betty moaned, a deep, throaty, feline purr. I moaned pretty loud myself as that big, sexy superheroine body wriggled in excitement, mashing her breasts even harder against me, and meeting my every thrust with the same eagerness. We did drop a couple of feet, before the pilot got us under control again. When she did, that Minx started spinning us round like a top as we flew. The centrifugal force pressed us even closer together. Made me a little dizzy, but not so dizzy, I stopped what I was doing. I never wanted to stop THAT!

Once, I did have to stop kissing the pilot, long enough to remind her to keep her eyes open.

"Oops! Guess we were taking some pretty wild swerves. All your fault, though!"

I'd accept the blame for THAT, any day.

When we explosively climaxed together, she did a series of loop-the-loops, and I think even a figure eight. My girl has a REAL spectacular way of expressing her emotions!

I had to pause a few seconds, anyway, for the tremors, (about ten on the Richter Scale) to subside. Then I had a few more seconds grace, before I heard a whisper in my ear: "We're not home, YET!" The whisper was followed by a tongue vibrating against my ear, and then sharp, white teeth nibbling it. That's the kind of invitation you can't refuse!

We must have taken the long way home, and circled the field a couple of times, because it took me a little longer to inspire the second series of loop-the-loops.

As the second series of tremors subsided, we gradually stopped spinning. We slowed down until we were drifting lazily, hovering under the cold, glittering, winter stars. I felt goose bumps on that gorgeous derriere, I was holding so tightly.

I whispered "You know you're not wearing an awful lot of clothes, for mid-winter."

"I know, but they're so beautiful from here." Betty whispered, gazing at the stars.

"They are! Just like your eyes!"

"Aaaalll right! I'm going..."

My sexy pilot sighed dreamily, and with easy, unhurried grace, spiraled down toward our front porch.

Annie was standing on the porch, like she'd been waiting, nervously, when we landed beside her.

"Hmmph! Was watching the driveway waiting for the car. Thought I was seeing a UFO, when I looked up!"

Annie raised her eyebrow, and grinned. "Good thing I got your kids to sleep, EARLY! Maybe, I should have had a pail of water, handy?"

We got separated without the pail of water, and Annie glanced at Betty. "Geeze Girl! You might want to pull that skirt down, a little! Looks like a belt! Guess you can't do much with that blouse, without any buttons, though!"

Betty blushed a little, but grinned, as she tugged on the skirt, and tried to wrap the blouse around her, luckily without much success.

Annie whispered to me. "And you might want to zip that fly, Sailor!"

"Oh Gee! I'm sorry, Annie." I blushed, more than Betty was.

"Okay! Annie's a big girl! Seen them before!"

As Annie came in behind us, she said half to herself. "Have to suggest that to Sam, one of these nights. He gets a little stodgy, sometimes. Might liven him up, some. He won't want to go out in the cold, though. I suppose I'll have to wait til summer."

Inside, Annie said: "Figured you two might be hungry, so I made a little snack. Looks like you didn't have much time for dinner, anyway."

Annie is nearly as good a cook as Betty, and never likes to stint, so her 'little snacks' are kind of like seven course dinners. Once, when we were at their house for dinner, I complimented her on what a great meal it was, and she told me:

"Yeah! Morgana caught me once, too. Got so, that place was like a cooking school for superheroines."

As Betty and I sat down, FouFou wandered over to the table looking for scraps. She smirked up at Betty, like she knew a big secret. Betty looked down at her. "Yeah, yeah, all right! I guess tonight, I do KNOW how YOU feel!"

I've always sworn that cat was clairvoyant, now I'm wondering about her Mistress! The cat loves us all, and kind of pretends like she's my cat, but of course, we all know who FouFou really adores and idolizes, but we all do!

Annie was opening a bottle of wine. "Maybe we ought to celebrate, huh? Looks like you WON, Kid!"

As Annie poured the wine, Betty said innocently. "Won what?"

"WON WHAT! WON the catfight, of course! Even that darned cat knows it. Geeze Bet! Everyone's seen those filthy pictures on the internet. I even had a couple of the girls talk to some people, who saw it. Course they were wearing 'glad rags', so nobody'd catch on. (Glad Rags: A Sisterhood slang term for the garb and accessories of a superheroine's alter ego. Ironic implication.) It might not have seemed like it to you, but you were real lucky that day, that you only got your butt paddled. I knew that witch wouldn't be satisfied, until she could really mess you up. She's not likely to EVER forgive you, for putting her away for eight years! Only thing saved you, was her kid standing there. Guess at least, the Slut isn't too bad a mother, even if the kid is a brat."

"Took you long enough, though. About every other day Sam tells me: 'For godsake, Annie calm down, you're gonna give yourself a heart attack!' Of course, if Sam wasn't asking me for updates twice a day, it might have been easier to calm down, too."

"I was pretty hurt you didn't at least come and cry on Aunt Annie's shoulder like you used to."

Betty started sniffling, a little. "Oh Annie I wanted to...but... but...I was so ashamed ...(sniff) and I didn't want to reopen any old wounds...you know...sniff..."

"I wouldn't minded reopening that wound! You don't know how many times in the last six months, I darn near flew over there, and bashed that filthy slut's head in. But I knew it was something you had to do yourself. By then, Annie was sniffling, too and they both hugged and cried on each others shoulder a while.

I kept my mouth shut, except to shovel the food in. Too good to waste, and I was darned hungry! I been married long enough to know there are times, when nobody wants a guy to stick his nose into real serious 'girl stuff', like that. FouFou's a girl too, though, so she was privileged to jump up on Betty's lap, and rub her head sympathetically against her.

I sipped the wine; Annie's got excellent taste in wine, too. I'd poured myself a second glass, by the time, they finally dried their tears, blew their noses, and Annie said:

"Well, come on, give with the details. I can't wait to hear them."

I nudged Betty and said: "Eat while you're talking. You missed dinner." Then the one time, I opened my big mouth, I put my foot in it. "Annie's almost as good a cook as you are."

I got a glare from Annie. "You better not EVER let Sam hear that 'almost', Mister!"

Betty started eating. Of course, she must have been even hungrier than I was, after that fight. But I knew, she was glad to stay out of that one, and let me fend for myself, for a change. Nobody incurs Annie's wrath needlessly, unless they're a moron like me. Even though she'd been sobbing on Annie's shoulder, two minutes before, I could tell Betty was having a hard time keeping a straight face, though. NOR did I hear her politely say anything like: "Oh no! Annie's a much better cook than me!"

Betty did start telling the story, as she ate. I really wanted to hear it, but I kept my head down to my plate, while, I listened, avoiding Annie's snapping black eyes.

I wasn't worried about Sam. Sam is an ex-professional wrestler, who could tie me up like a pretzel, anytime he wanted to. The worst he'd do, though, would be to beat me more humiliatingly, than usual, the next time we played golf. It's never a real good idea to insult any superheroine, but especially Annie, who has a heart of gold, but a tongue like a viper, and a long, long memory.

Once Sam said to her, laughing "Hell, Babe! Wonder Whiz doesn't need super powers with that sharp tongue!"

"Yeah? You didn't mind what Wonder Whiz was doing with her 'sharp tongue' last night, did you, Buster?" Sam grinned, and shrugged in resignation, as he usually does.

Annie was staying overnight at our house. Sam loves Annie 'ALMOST' as much as I love Betty, but Annie's boundless energy can be a strain on mere mortals. Even other superheroines, sometimes work in shifts, to keep up with her. I think Sam is glad of a chance to order pizza, and quietly watch horror movies, with his kids, every once in a while.

"Well GET started!" Annie said. "When I get home tomorrow night, Sam's going to want to hear it all. He like's good catfight story as much, as the next guy, I guess. You might start by telling me, where your head was at, going dressed like that to a catfight. You look like a million dollars, or at least you did starting out. Kind of depreciated over the evening. Heck! When I saw the way your were dressed, I almost dragged you back into the bedroom, and redressed you myself, like I do my kids, when one of them tries to sneak out half-dressed, in the middle of winter. I suppose if I'd done that, that flight home would have been a lot duller, though."

I was thinking, maybe if Annie would let Betty get a word in edgewise, we might both hear the story, but I wasn't stupid enough to risk her wrath twice in one evening.

But WHAT were you thinking? You had to know you were going to a catfight, tonight! I didn't train you to be that dumb!"

Annie finally paused long enough for Betty to answer.

"Yeah. I suppose down deep, I did know what I was walking into. I HAD to know! Part of me wanted it, too, as bad as she did, but I was scared to start it myself. Really, really SCARED! I knew what she wanted to do to me that day on the lawn, if she could have gotten me alone. And I knew, too, there wasn't a darn thing I could have done to stop her. Sometimes, I'd break into a cold sweat, thinking of her beating me up, again, when we were all alone, and what she'd do to me THEN! Oh Annie! I still can't believe I was such a sniveling little wuss for six months. Th-that's the real reason I didn't talk to you. I was too ashamed to ever let you see me like that..."

They were both near tears again, but Annie said: "I-its okay...g-go on, Sweetie!", and patted Betty's hand, encouragingly. I kind of breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was pretty dumb, not at least wearing a bra and cup, and I found that out soon enough. But I couldn't even admit to myself, why I was going there, or I never would have been able to bring myself, to go. There must have been some little spark of pride left in me, somewhere, though, that wouldn't let me stay away from that dinner. And even though I was doing my best not to admit it, I KNEW it could only end one way!"

"I even kind of started it, by spilling her drink on her dress, but I was so scared, I pretended to myself it was an accident. I guess that one little superheroine spark, knew, once I did that, there was no way to back out."

"Maybe part of me DID want it, but once she got me in that locked bathroom, and I knew darn well, what was in her over-sized bag, I didn't think it was what I wanted, at all! It wasn't until the fight was almost over, that I knew for sure, WHY I was in there! And up until then, it might have gone either way, not because she was so tough, but because I was still fighting like such a wuss, just barely defending myself."

Telling us how scared she was, when Sadie locked the door, behind them, Betty was shivering a little, and almost looking a little scared again. Her voice was kind of shaky. Luckily, I was siting right next to her, and could put my arm around her shoulder, and give her a hug, and squeeze her arm. She didn't stop what she was saying, but she turned her head toward me, like she was saying' thanks', with those bottomless, dark blue eyes, like those stars outside. Whenever she looks at me, like that, I always get all choked up.

The food and wine were about gone, and Annie glanced at the empty dishes and sniffed: "'ALMOST', huh!" Oh, it was going to be along time before I lived that down.

Betty's voice had stopped shaking, and she said: "Well you asked for the actual details. Let me start at the beginning, again, at our table, when I came back from that lousy cookie table, carrying my 'rejected' cookies, feeling like a dope."

Betty nudged my leg with her knee, when she kind of got me off the hook. She told Annie, she had to beg me to go get drinks, because even knowing I'd get myself killed, I had my hand raised to smack Sadie in the mouth, for what she was saying about Annie. We both knew she was embroidering it some, because, she only asked politely, and although my hand was sure twitching, it wasn't really raised. I nudged her back, gratefully.

We all brightened up, when Betty skipped right on to Sadie hitting her with her handbag. She was starting to sound kind of mad and proud, now. FouFou jumped down off Betty's lap and sat at her feet, her tail twitching expectantly, looking up with catlike eagerness, like she understood every word.

"Yeah, well I might not have been dressed for a catfight, but that SLUT made one mistake, too! She was wearing a long, tight skirt, and when she got me backed up against the wall, she tried to knee me in the pussy, like she did our first fight. Well! Miss Smartass couldn't get her knee between my thighs. 'Darn you!' I thought, and that's when I smashed her in the face with both my fists, hard as I could. That got the dirty SLUT off me, quick enough!

WOW! My Girl was starting to sound real tough, and even mean. I couldn't have loved her more! Annie had the same nasty, catlike grin on her face, as FouFou.

We were all, a little let down, when Betty got to the part about rolling around the floor, tearing each others hair out by the roots. That part was good, especially, how she kneed Sadie in the gut. Then she told us, though,when Sadie bit her neck, she was so mad, she really wanted to bite the slut back, but the only thing thing she could reach was Sadie's ear, and she just couldn't bring herself to bite somebody's ear, like THAT.

Annie muttered. "Geez Kid, sometimes you're just TOO sweet and kindhearted, for your own good." I had the distinct impression, Annie could have brought herself to bite Sadie's ear, maybe even, off.

FouFou who was sitting adoringly at Betty's feet, kind of gave her idolized Mistress, a puzzled even disappointed, look, like: "WHAT'S your problem Girl? I would have bit her ear off, and then gone for her nose, and bit that off, too." (Sometimes even I pity the mice!)

There was kind of a savage gleam, in Betty's own eyes, though, like maybe, now, she wished, she could have done THAT.

Betty's eyes gleamed even more savagely, when she told us how she finally came to her senses, and was so mad at herself, that she knocked Sadie from one end of the bathroom, to the other, and then kicked Sadie's tooth out.

Betty glanced kind of apologetically at Annie, when she said Sadie was on the floor already beaten, when she did that.

"Huh! Oh yeah, I guess maybe you shouldn't have kicked her when she was down." Annie didn't sound at all convincing though, and I had the impression, the Sisterhood President thought it was an easily understood and forgiven breach of protocol, and thought maybe someone was still 'too sweet and kindhearted for her own good'.

A minute or so later, I had the impression, Annie COULD HAVE forgiven Betty, even if she had used the dildo on Sadie. Of course, Annie spent five months in the hospital after Sadie used it on her, and like I said Annie has a real long memory.

I KNOW it wouldn't have bothered me any, and I didn't think I'd have any problem explaining it to the kids, when they were old enough, if I had to.

FouFou seemed to be wondering what a dildo was, but whatever it was, SHE wouldn't have had any problem using it!

Of course, me, Annie, and even FouFou, maybe, knew, the one person who could NEVER have forgiven her using the dildo, was Betty herself. THAT would have messed that sweet, loving woman up, a hell of a lot worse, than if Sadie had gotten the chance to use it on her.

We all brightened up, again, at how she stuck Sadie's head in the toilet four times. I WAS grateful, she stopped short of drowning the BITCH! My life would have about ended, if My Superheroine was sent to the supervillainess prison!

I'd been worried those two times in mid- air, might have taken their toll on a guy my age, but by now, I had another real raging erection. I wasn't the only one excited either. The further Betty got into the story, the more she was wriggling around, and she kind of forgot to hold that blouse closed. And her nipples looked like they did in the winter air, when we took off for home. She was breathing harder too, so her breasts even with all those bruises never looked sexier. I wanted to kiss those poor abused breasts to make them feel better. In fact, I could hardly keep my mouth off them! By the time, Betty got to flinging Sadie on the head table, she was squeezing my thigh, and she'd wrapped her leg around mine playing footsie, and she was breathing real hard.

Betty had really overloaded the plate of scraps she put down for FouFou. Of course, I knew my soft-hearted superheroine was hoping that might give the poor, cute, cuddly, little mice a break, tonight. Naturally, FouFou ate it all, and did look kind of sleepy. That gave me an idea.

I kind of yawned, and said: "Gee Annie! Bet looks pretty tired. She's had a real tough night. Do you think maybe I should get her to bed?"

Betty picked up the cue, quick enough, and feigned a yawn. "Oh Gee! Excuse me! Guess, I am a little tired." She looked about as tired as a hungry lioness on the prowl.

Annie looked at me, and winked. "Yeah! I can SEE how tired she looks. I guess you better get her to bed!" Maybe I was forgiven, for now anyway, although I might hear about it again, at a more opportune moment. Long, long memory!

As Betty stood up, I picked her up in my arms. Well, I'm sure no superhero, and a full grown superheroine is quite an armful, but I manged. It might seem kind of silly for an average jerk like me, to pick up a superheroine, who can move mountains, and fly like an eagle, to carry her upstairs. Maybe even presumptuous? Maybe? But MY Superheroine accepted it, as the most natural thing in the world, like she expected nothing else. She snuggled in my arms getting comfortable, then laid her head against my shoulder. She looked up, shyly batting her eyelashes. That look made my knees weak, but it also made me feel close enough to a superhero, so I didn't stagger.

Well the opportune moment arrived, even earlier than I feared. From behind I heard: "Geez! Thank God! I was afraid you were going to throw the poor girl down on the kitchen table, before I could even clear the dishes. Don't drop her, Klutz! AND make sure you shut the bedroom door! It took me a long time to get your kids to sleep, and I don't want to have to do it again!"

Betty winked up at me, and whispered: "Pay no attention! She's jealous, it's not Sam carrying her." I kissed My Superheroine on the forehead; couldn't quite reach those poor, abused breasts, YET.

Before we obediently shut the bedroom door, we heard Annie, already on the phone, to Sam.

"Yeah, yeah! Our Girl did great! Knew she would. Kicked the Slut's butt, and dunked her in the toilet, where she belongs. I'll save the details 'til we're alone tomorrow night. Remember! Don't let the kids stay up too late! And don't watch too many horror movies! I'm not worried about the kids, but horror movies and pizza, always give you nightmares, and I'm not there to hold your hand.... Yeah! I love you too!"

Poor Sam! He's ALMOST as lucky as I am!

Annie said once: "Yep! We're all absolutely GORGEOUS, incredibly talented gourmet chefs, and fabulous in the sack, and the only way a guy is ever gonna' be lucky enough to find out, is when he asks the plainest 'wallflower' at the dance t'marry him."

Geez! I never did anything in my life, to deserve to be THIS LUCKY!

The End