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Brutally beaten to her knees, and then humiliatingly half smothered by Morganna's massive boobs, Silver Valkyrie dazedly try to gather her wits. Before she had any chance to recover, Morganna seized her foe's bodice, again.  The feral, sweaty reek of Morganna's gargantuan boobs, still filling her nostrils, Silver Valkyrie desperately tried to raise her leaden arms, but they failed to respond to her desperate need.  She anxiously saw Morganna's fist hurtling at her.  Her eyes grew big with fright.

The brutal fist struck the side of Silver Valkyrie's face like a sledgehammer, with such force as to bring tears to her steely blue eyes.

Senses deadened by the first brutal punch, Silver Valkyrie didn't even see the next punch coming, until it plowed into her left eye, half closing it .

Morganna battered Silver Valkyrie's face with relentless, sadistic glee.  Not knowing that the terrible, devil's charm had robbed her of divine invulnerability, Silver Valkyrie learned, to her sorrow, that Morganna's fists, now had power to bludgeon and bruise her exquisite features with terrible effectiveness.  As fearsome blackness closed in on her, the warrior maiden's stalwart, Valkyrie heart fluttered with a terrible dread, it never knew before.  Morganna paused a split second, bracing herself, and then delivered the coup de grâce.

Silver Valkyrie pitched forward on her face, all but unconscious.

Morganna paused a moment, to see if her foe would rise, then she prodded the fallen superheroine with her toe, but Silver Valkyrie couldn't respond, hard as she tried.  Knowing she was beaten, for the first time in her life, the gallant champion of justice wept in shame.

Morganna grabbed a golden Norse braid, and hauled the semiconscious Silver Valkyrie half erect. She cocked her fist threateningly.  For the first time in her life, Ulrica, Chiefteness of all the Shield Maidens of Valhalla, and the world's most admired superheroine, experienced true, gut wrenching, heart stopping terror.

"She's going to beat me to death!"  Silver Valkyrie agonized in her blind, soul shattering fear.  The chaotic, unreasoning, uncontrollable panic, like a river of hot lava, cascaded through her, burning away courage, honor and dignity. All that remained was the terrible terror of Morganna's merciless fists. She just couldn't face another second of that bruising torture.  She must yield to this hateful foe.  Brokenly, sobbingly, Silver Valkyrie whispered her surrender.

"I have heard, that when a Valkyrie owns defeat, in the Duel of Dominion, she performs the Valkyrie Submission Ritual to the victor!"  Morganna chortled.

Silver Valkyrie's hammering heart sank even lower.  How did this evil, mortal bitch know so much of the customs of Asgard?  The source of Morganna's guileful knowledge hardly mattered, though.  What she said was true!  Silver Valkyrie was bound by a Valkyrie Warrior's honor.  Once she shamefully yielded her surrender, she had no choice, but to comply.  Her proud heart near broke in shame!  She, Silver Valkyrie, must perform the shaming ritual to this evil mortal.  Always victorious in challenges from her sisters, she had never performed the ritual herself, and always generous of nature, never demanded it of her less fortunate sisters in victory over them.  No Valkyrie had ever performed it to a mortal.  Silver Valkyrie had disgraced herself, and her sisters, by her craven surrender.

With heavy heart, Silver Valkyrie bent her stiff, haughty back, and crouching low, kissed Morganna's boot in submission.  Never generous in victory, Morganna, spitefully, kept her vanquished foe to her mortifying task, until the sobbing superheroine kissed and licked every inch of her boots.

As Silver Valkyrie groveled at Morganna's feet, slobbering at her boots like a kicked dog, she glanced fearfully up at the smirking dominatrix.  As she did, her anxious glance betrayed a secret shame, even more darkly unwholesome, than cowardly fear.  Perhaps, the evil giant's charm was at work, perhaps, her first grievous defeat had betrayed a character fault, she'd never before suspected.  Whatever the cause, as she so humiliatingly debased herself, at Morganna's bidding, the silvery Maid of the North Wind conceded a cringing deference to the evil mortal, who had defeated and dishonored her.

"She's so strong and masterful! Perhaps it is just, that she vanquished me! Maybe I am fit for nothing better than to lick Morganna's boots!"  And, as she slavered at those boots, the defeated crimefighter discovered a twisted, depraved sense of satisfaction in her task.  Silver Valkyrie sobbed even louder at this craven self-discovery.

Finally,  "All right!  That's enough!  We have other business to attend to!"  Morganna suddenly snapped.  Silver Valkyrie still crouched miserably at her feet, and Morganna kicked the superheroine in the behind.  "Get moving!"  She ordered harshly.  "What are you waiting for?"

Her unfortunate captive did not move quickly enough, on hands and knees, to suit Morganna's impetuous nature.  The witch snatched a Valkyrie braid, fast becoming a habit, and dragged the sniffling heroine to her feet.  She shoved Silver Valkyrie ahead of her, until they reached an outside stairway, leading  to the second floor of the ramshackle shack.  That same shack, that the audacious, self-assured  District Attorney, Ulrica Wodden, had come to investigate, such a short time ago.

"Get up, there!"  Morganna ordered, pointing to the steps.  "That's my Interrogation Room, up there, and you have some questions to answer!"

Silver Valkyrie shivered in dread.  The sun was setting now, casting dark ominous shadows on the stairway, and she felt a cold evil, foreboding about the place.  She paused, indecisively, reluctant to continue.  The hapless captive's hesitation infuriated her captoress.  Pulling a short whip from her boot, where it always nestled, Morganna cracked Silver Valkyrie across the backside with it.

Robbed of strength and courage, her fierce, imperious, Aesir pride, though humbled, had not entirely deserted Silver Valkyrie.  Morganna's contemptuous slice of the whip stung that pride to the quick.  For a moment, Silver Valkyrie threw off the effects of Morganna's evil charm, and forgetting her base act of submission, furiously flung herself at her tormentress.   Yet, the power of  the Giant's spell, together with Morganna's own brutal beating,  so sapped Silver Valkyrie's strength, that she was hardly stronger than a mortal child.  The charm had seemingly stolen away her Valkyrie skill at arms as well, for in place of her normal, effortless combat stance, she clumsily extended her hands in claws, feverishly eager to scratch Morganna's eyes out.

The smirking witch quickly quelled Silver Valkyrie's flicker of faltering spirit.  She grabbed the superheroine's bodice, ripping it in the process, and denuding one beautiful breast.  Then, she slammed her fist, weighted by the heavy whip handle, across the big blonde's jaw.

 As Silver Valkyrie stumbled, staggered by the hard blow to her jaw, Morganna cracked the whip handle across the back of her head.

The Valkyrie superheroine fell to the ground, dazed and whimpering.  Morganna sliced the whip across her buttocks, several more times, while Silver Valkyrie wailed her penitence, deeply regretting her rash act of rebellion.

Morganna kicked the defeated, enfeebled superheroine to her feet, and again ordered her up the stairs, to what she called her 'interrogation room.'

Morganna emphasized the renewal of her order, with another cut of the whip across the reluctant captive's broad hip. This time, Silver Valkyrie curbed what was left of her Aesir pride, accepting the punishment, with servile resignation.

In ever growing terror of the ruthless, criminal witch, who had defeated, and, somehow, so terribly intimidated her, Silver Valkyrie reluctantly climbed the ominous steps to, she knew not what, horrors.