WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, rape,  and other adult themes. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.
 

Super Retribution.
Part 1.
By
GW

While Morganna was setting up her thaumaturgical equipment, preparatory to invoking the Blue Stone, Wendy went off to change into the costume she had in mind for her new role as a Super Villainess.  On the way to her room, she spied Supergran in the corridor.  The imposing, venerable crimefighter, now a terrorized captive, was on her way to the kitchen to begin preparation of an elaborate recipe, Wendy's mother Leticia had ordered for dinner.  It was only then, that Wendy remembered her Aunt Morganna asked her to have Superlass clean the stable. The fiendish young girl's vicious anatomical experiment with the burro Eeyore and Superlass drove the request right out of her mind.  Superlass was still incapacitated by the experiment, and so Wendy ordered Supergran to perform the chore.

As her unfortunate mother, once America's Premier superheroine, ignominiously scooped up donkey manure, hoping against hope for rescue by her dynamic daughter, Supermom, far away in the Mideast, little suspected the horrors inflicted on her loved ones.  Unbeknownst to Supermom, her evil neighbor Leticia Luther, and her equally despicable children, had defeated and imprisoned Supergran and Superlass at Leticia's sister Morganna's 'Clinic'.  Now, along with Silver Valkyrie and Justice Lady, they were helpless prisoners, subjected to every form of degradation and abuse.

Supermom was on mission vital to the Nation's security.  Vacationing near the Nation's capitol at her mother's suggestion, two months earlier, Supermom was approached by agents of the President and asked to apprehend a particularly dangerous and vicious group of terrorists, at large in the Mideast. The patriotic superheroine left immediately, after asking her husband, Dave, to take their two younger children home, while she was away.  After all, she reasoned, the awesomely competent Supergran was there to help out. Like most husband's with career wives, Dave had been somewhat miffed at the interruption of their mini vacation, and the added burden his wife's absence would impose, but he grudgingly complied.

Supermom's mission had taken several weeks, but she had just located the Terrorist Group's leader, the last group member remaining at large. Once she took him into custody, and turned him over to the Military Authorities, she would be free to return to her family, and her full time role as homemaker, mother and wife.

From beneath his robe, the evil terrorist drew a submachine gun.

Supermom laughingly waited until the gun was empty, then tore the submachine gun from the surprised terrorist's hand and flung it aside.

The shaken terrorist desperately attacked Supermom with his fists, with disastrous results to himself.

Supermom, carrying the captured revolutionary leader, flew to Army headquarters, and turned the chagrined terrorist over to the Military Authorities. Shortly after, she met with the Commanding General.

"That's the last of them, General!" Supermom announced with quiet pride. "It's time for me to get back home! I haven't seen my family in two months.  I'm afraid they'll be worried sick!"

"I can't imagine they could be worried about 'Supermom'!'  The General replied admiringly. "Why, I'd say you're the Eight Wonder of the World!"

Supermom smiled modestly.  "It was nothing, Sir! No more than any patriotic housewife would do!"

"I do wish you'd stay until the Ambassador gets here, though, Ma'am! She wanted to congratulate you personally! I believe she wants to present a Medal from the President!"  The General went on.

"I'd love to stay, but right now my place is at home! Please assure the Ambassador that I mean no disrespect to her, and certainly none to the President! Like all of us, I revere his Office!"

"I guess you know best, Ma'am!" The General replied regretfully.

Supermom, turned and lifted off into the wide, blue sky, turning briefly, for one last  jaunty wave.

"What a woman!"  The general breathed as Supermom disappeared from sight, faster than a speeding bullet.

"You can say that again, Sir" The General's young aide chimed in enthusiastically, a look of rapturous hero worship, bordering on puppy love, lighting up his face.

Flying at ultrasonic speed, it was scant minutes before Supermom touched down at the White Family residence.  The dynamic heroine still wore her field uniform, with practical shorts, and brief cape.  She'd been too eager to get home, to change into the more formal skirted costume, she usually wore in the City.

"Good to be home!" Supermom sighed, as her feet touched the front walk.  But as Supermom looked around, she gasped in shock.  The house was derelict, windows broken, graffiti on the walls, toilet paper in the trees, the lawn unmowed, and her prize winning garden, an overgrown weed patch.

"Great Scott!  What happened?" Supermom gasped.  "Where's Dave and the kids? How could this have happened with Supergran and Superlass here to watch over things. Where are they?  Certainly nothing could happen to THEM, now that ALL known Kryptonite is safely locked up in government vaults!"

Just then, Leticia Luther stepped out of her house into the driveway next door.

"Hmph There's Leticia! I wonder if she had anything to do with this? Guess I'll have a little talk with her!  I'll get to the bottom of this!" Supermom frowned, resolutely.

Leticia nearly wet her pants, when she saw Supermom striding toward her. The plump, would-be witch turned in panic and tried to flee, but Supermom caught her shoulder with the relentless grip of the World's Mightiest Heroine.

It was crystal clear to the astute crimefighter, that Leticia's markedly guilty manner, betokened some knowledge of the whereabouts of her family.

Though few could withstand the furious retribution of Supermom, the sniveling Leticia somehow resisted telling what she knew.   Abject terror was her prime motive. If Supermom knew... well even a superheroine might snap and go berserk, if she ever learned the evil things inflicted on her own family, by Leticia.  By now, Leticia was a babbling, gibbering wreck, incapable of coherent speech. Supermom realized she wasn't going to get anything from her fat neighbor, right now, but she wanted her available for future interrogation.

"Well since you won't talk to me, maybe you'll talk to the police. I'll just call some friends of mine on the force. I'll ask the nice officers to take you to headquarters and grill you there, while I keep searching!" Supermom threatened.

While Supermom summoned the police, back at Morganna's Clinic, the stable cleaned, and Supergran back in the kitchen, Wendy changed into her new Super Villainess costume, and rejoined her Aunt Morganna in Morganna's Eerie Inner Sanctum.  It was here, that Morganna performed the dark rituals of her ancestress, the Troll Princess, Erishka.

Morganna glanced at her niece's attire, and thought "I hope she realizes the seriousness of what we are about to do!  We're pinning the family's very survival on a teenager!"

"I'm about ready!"  Morganna said, swallowing her misgivings.  "I want you to lie down on this stone altar, Dear, for the ceremony!  It is said to be the very altar, on which our ancestor Morgullus deflowered that slut goddess, Beletiva!"

A little nervously, though tingling with anticipation, Wendy lay down upon the altar.

Morganna held the Blue Stone of Jotunheim aloft, and began muttering ancient incantations, her voice gradually rising in power and authority, until with a shout, she commanded the power of the stone.

As Morganna intoned the words of power, the Stone came alive in her hand.  Sparks flew from the fell object, and enveloped Wendy in it's glowing aura.  The teenager let out a little scream of fear, but then she felt tremendous energy and a feeling of well being flow through her scrawny body.  The tremendous burst of power enveloped the girl for several moments, and then gradually subsided.

Morganna slumped against the stone altar in exhaustion, but Wendy jumped from the ancient, blood stained granite, feeling an incredible power within herself; a power she never could have imagined or believed possible.

Just then, Shyster Dame, still dressed in the garb of her alter ego, Attorney Gerri Phillips rushed in to the room, shouting excitedly.

"Morganna!" Shyster Dame shouted. "When we stopped by your sister's house to pick her up, the cops were there! They were loading Leticia into the 'paddy wagon'! Someone said Supermom was preferring charges against her! It looked like that sanctimonious bitch gave her a bad time, because Leticia was crying like a baby!  I left right away, because I didn't want the bitch spotting me, while I had her pal Valky in tow!"

"Oh if that bitch hurt my Mom, she'll pay!" Wendy shouted, in a youthful rage, at the news. "Maybe I can stop her!"

Wendy impetuously rushed from the room, before Morganna, still drained by the ordeal of Invoking the Blue Stone, could stop her.  Morganna stumbled after her niece, but before she caught up with her, Wendy was out the front door, and with a whoosh, she flew into the sky.

"Holy Cow! I'm flying! The Stone worked!" Wendy cried, in excitement as she circled the house.

From below, Morganna cried out to her. "No!  Wendy come back!"

"Don't worry Aunt Morg! I got super powers, now! I'll fix that bitch, Supermom!" The impetuous teenager cried back, before she disappeared at supersonic speed toward the White home.

Morganna shook her head unhappily, and turned to her cohort, Shyster Dame, who'd followed her outside. "Oh Shyst! I don't think she's ready!"

"Shit! She better be, Morg, 'cause there's nothing we can do now! The kid's flown off into the lion's den!"

At the White residence, after the Police carted off the handcuffed Leticia, Supermom went inside her derelict home to search for clues. She sighed sadly, when she saw the damage inside was even worse then the external disorder.  With her X-ray vision and super speed it didn't take long for the expert crimefighter to determine there was no clue to be found here.

"Well nothing here! I've heard, Leticia's sister, Morganna has some sort of shady 'clinic' on the other side of town!" Supermom thought. "I guess I better check that out next!"

Exiting the house, though, Supermom saw a small, strangely clad figure, wearing a green mask, standing on the weedy expanse, that was once her beautifully manicured lawn. The astute crimefighter recognized the young female hooligan from next door, even in the bizarre costume.

"Hmm! That's Leticia's nasty little brat, Wendy!" Supermom thought "Why is she dressed in that outlandish getup, I wonder? Well, I don't have time  to find out right now, I think the answers I'm looking for are at that 'Clinic'!"

Despite Supermom's anxiety over her missing family, she couldn't repress a wry grin at her youthful neighbor's witch like costume, as she strode to the middle of the lawn to take flight. Surprisingly, even with Supermom advancing purposefully toward her, Wendy, or Teen Witch, as she boldly announced, she was now to be called, didn't turn and flee in terror, as her mother had.

"Hey, Bitch! I heard you had my Mom arrested!"  Wendy challenged obviously not intimidated, at all, by the World's Foremost Crimefighter.

Supermom wasn't in any mood to be tolerant of youthful impudence. "I think it's time I took you over my knee, Young Lady, and taught you better manners. Supermom snapped. "It did wonders for your mother a little while ago!"

The thought of Supermom daring to spank her beloved mother sent Wendy into a frenzy. To the mighty superheroine's surprise,  Wendy attacked the older woman with everything she had.  Teen Witch flew a few feet into the air, and zoomed into Supermom, smashing a staggering right handed punch into her face.  With a pained shock, Supermom realized the teen delinquent had somehow acquired super powers.

Seldom caught by surprise, Supermom was totally unprepared for the tiny girl's unforeseen, unbelievable super power, and the scrawny teenager actually knocked the formidable crimefighter to the ground with two punches.

Supermom would not normally take advantage of a youngster's inexperience, even a malicious brat like Wendy, but today, worried sick about her family, Supermom wasn't in any mood to play games.  Today, she'd deal with Wendy, just as she dealt with her odious mother. Teenager or not, the little brat somehow possessed super powers, and she'd have to take the consequences for misusing them.

Supermom jumped to her feet and smashed her fist into the young girl's jaw.

Three of the invincible Supermom's hardest punches, and Wendy, the so-called Teen Witch, crumpled to the ground in a twisted heap.

Yet, devastating as Supermom's three mighty punches were, her young foe now possessed super indestructibility, too. As Supermom turned to lift off for Morganna's Clinic, Teen Witch sat up and spied a potential weapon.  The day before a street crew cut down a huge old tree, and left the trunk lying beside the road.  As Supermom turned away, Teen Witch jumped to her feet, picked up the huge tree, with surprising stealth, as easily as if it was a tooth pick, and flung it at Supermom's back.

Alerted by her super hearing to the faint noise, Supermom turned just as...

The impact knocked Supermom off her feet for a moment, but she instantly jumped up, and flung the huge tree trunk back, as Teen Witch, still uncertain of her powers, tried to fly to safety.

Though flattened by the impact, Wendy didn't stay that way for long.

It was soon clear to the two super opponents that nothing could deter the other, but their own deadly, invulnerable fists, and the fight resolved itself into an old fashioned, toe-to-toe, slugging match.