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 4. Conclusion.
By
GW

Demoralized by defeat, bondage, and the shocking news of her husband's divorce, the frightening Kryptonite whip in Leticia's hand totally terrorized the captive superheroine. In blind panic, Supermom turned to flee, but Leticia flicked her wrist, with surprising skill.  The whip whistled through the air, and with a loud crack, snaked it's way half way around Supermom's trim middle. The wretched superheroine shrieked in agony.  The pain was a hundred times worse then that of the horrid collar around her neck.

As Supermom twisted in agony, clutching the searing welt across her belly, Leticia struck again. The lash twisted around the wailing heroine's fulsome thighs, this time.

Thrashing about in agony, Supermom blindly tried to avoid Leticia's relentless lashing, but in the tiny confines of the cell, escape was impossible.

With each stroke, Leticia seemed to gain added skill.  The next lash snaked around Supermom's body and twisted around her breast.

Near fainting from the fearsome pain, Supermom collapsed on her knees, begging in broken sobs for Leticia's mercy.

Leticia paused, and grabbing Supermom under the chin, raised the hapless crimefighter's tear stained face.  "What'll you do for me, if I stop?"

Anything was better than more lashes from the devilish Kryptonite whip.

Supermom finally completed her worshipful homage to Leticia, and her snickering neighbor left her, to seek a snack in the kitchen. Supermom lay on the floor, sobbing bitterly at the horrors that had befallen her.

Even more horrors were to come!  The cell door popped open, again, and in marched Morganna, wearing the terrible Morgul Trollish Phallus, and little else. Supermom looked up in terror, and whimpered a pitiful plea that predictably fell on deaf ears.

As the hellish dildo penetrated her delicate pussy, Supermom shrieked in terrible anguish. She had never felt such intense scalding pain.

"Oh yeah!"  Morganna laughed.  "Forgot to tell you! I rubbed this baby with some special Kryptonite compound, Catwoman sent me!"

Horror mounted!  Though the anguish of the Kryptonite treated dildo ramming in and out of her body was unbearable, Supermom couldn't resist the evil, antique Trollish power!  Like her sister heroines before her, Supermom fell victim to the lustful potency of the Morgullus Phallus.  She grunted and moaned in erotic surrender to Morganna's vicious rape.

The evil Morganna snickered in derision as the defeated heroine helplessly surrendered to the  Trollish Phallus.

As Morganna withdrew the terrible dildo from the ravished superheroine's trembling body, she smirked. "Oh! I've got a little treat for you, Superslut...a little family reunion!"

Broken by her shameful surrender, sobbing in misery, hope gone, Supermom scarcely heeded Morganna's words.

Morganna was true to her word.  The Witch had scarcely gone, when Supermom was joined by her mother and daughter.  For a moment, Supermom felt a moment's relief and hope, instantly replaced by the dreadful realization, that though her loved ones were alive, they were helpless, naked, abused prisoners like herself.

On their own part, even after their long, heartbreaking captivity at Morganna's clinic, Supergran and Superlass were shocked by the damage Morganna's hellish family had inflicted on Supermom.

A final torment was in store for Supermom, perhaps more terrible than any other, for it came from those she loved.  Instead of comforting the distraught superheroine, in her terrible affliction, her beloved mother and daughter began fondling her voluptuous body, with unmistakable erotic intent.

Morganna and Leticia had issued the orders, and their word was LAW.  Once the most indomitable and fearless defenders of virtue, the captive Supergran and Superlass had been conditioned by long terror and abuse to carry out any whim of their cruel mistresses, no matter how fiendish or depraved.  Supergran and Superlass, sobbing in despair at what they must do, quickly immobilized their wretchedly pleading vicim.  Supermom, screaming in shock, tried to fight them off, but the Kryptonite collar robbed her of any hope of protecting herself.  The wailing crimefighter swiftly fell helpless victim to the vilest of shameful outrages, INCESTUOUS RAPE!

As Supermom experienced the fruits of reunion with her loved ones, Morganna, Leticia and Shyster Dame, connoisseurs of such diversions, watched in scornful amusement, through a two way mirror.

Later, Morganna and her family paused to watch the television news, before turning in.

Predictably, the entire show was devoted to Supermom's amazing Mideast feats.  Even as the frightfully abused Supermom, sobbed miserably in a corner of the cell she now shared with her mother and daughter, trembled in terrified apprehension of further incestuous violation, the Anchor Woman concluded with stirring words.  "Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen, tonight the Nation, and the World owe our Invincible Supermom an enormous debt of gratitude! She is certainly one incredible WOMAN!  A shining inspiration for us all!  She's my candidate for Person of the Year, and I'll bet yours too!"

Morganna winked at her sister and niece.  "Well Ladies, since the 'Invincible' Supermom is our guest now, I guess it's up to us to pay the World's Debt of Gratitude to our prospective Person of the Year, hey?"

Morganna's remark was met with malicious gales of laughter.

The next morning, at breakfast time, Morganna paused to survey her picture gallery.  There were now five pictures mounted on her wall.  Along with Silver Valkyrie, Justice Lady, Supergran and Superlass, a picture of  Supermom also graced Morganna's Gallery of Shame.  Like the other hapless captives, Supermom was ironically depicted in a triumphant pose of victory.

"Hmm, well my little gallery is growing nicely!  Of course there's always room for more, at Morganna's Clinic!" Morganna murmured in self-satisfaction.

"I think my new addition will settle in very nicely!"  Morganna  gloated, as she entered the dining room, where her newest maid, curtsied obsequiously, if a little awkwardly, in anticipation of serving her.

"Hmm, we'll have to work on that curtsy!" Morganna mused. "There's so much detail to properly train one of these stiff-necked superheroines!  Well, lucky we have plenty of time to break her in right!"