Vultura and Raven left the hapless superheroines hanging miserably from the ceiling, for the rest of that night, and all the next morning. It was past noon, when the dastardly villainesses rose from their own slumber, and peeped in on their captives.

"What are we gonna do with them today?"  Raven asked.

"Got anything in mind?"  Her mother replied.

"Didn'ja have some of that aphro...aphro...that sex drug stuff left? How about we give them some o'that?"

"Maybe not both o'them.  Just one, and see what happens! Which one do you think we ought'a give it to?"

"I say, let's try the snot nosed brat. That should be a big surprise to her darling Mommy!"

"Fair enough! The young one it is! Let's get 'em down from their hooks!"

The giggling mother and daughter first freed Crimson Hawk from her painful roost, and thrust her into a securely locked, fortified, strong room. After her harrowing ordeals of the previous night, there was no way for Crimson Hawk to escape, though she vainly tried.

Vultura then cut Falconette down, while Raven prepared to administer the evil drug.

Once the drug was administered, Vultura thrust the young crimefighter into the small cell-like room with her anxiously waiting mother. As she did, she turned to Raven and said. "Get the video camera!  This should be fun! We don't want to miss getting it on tape!"

Raven was only too happy to comply. She was back in a flash. She swiftly focussed the camcorder on the scene within.

As Falconette, entered the room, she tensed, as though in excruciating pain.  The evil drug coursed through her svelte body. Her head was spinning, and she felt a fire ignite her vitals, with hot burning desire.  The raging, lustful inferno centered on her budding young womanhood, blazing with an erotic  intensity the girl never experienced before.

Falconette's eyes burned feverishly in her flushed face, as her apprehensive mother, seeing her distress ran to her, anxiously. What had the dastardly pair done to her darling?

Through the fiery mist that half blinded her, Falconette saw Crimson Hawk in a strange new light.

"Wow! I never realized how sexy she is!  Look at those gorgeous breasts! They're like big, ripe melons, so firm and juicy!  Oh I'd love to taste them, and suck them dry!"

Hardly knowing what she was doing, the half delirious girl gazed lustfully upon her mother's voluptuously muscled body.  She reached out, and tentatively touched her mother's bosom.

Crimson Hawk drew back from her daughter's hot, possessive hand in alarm.

"Wh-what...?"  That undaughterly touch filled Crimson Hawk with a terrible, sick misgiving. What terrible, unholy spirit now possessed her modest, virtuous daughter?

Falconette followed after her nervously retreating mother.  "Don't run away, Dear!"  She whispered huskily, fondling her mother's large, boldly upswept breast even more brazenly; her wicked intent all to clear.

"Dear God! No!  Those evil  women must have given Beverly that filthy drug!"  Crimson Hawk gasped.  "How can any mother and daughter be so depraved?"

Maternally loath to do anything that might injure her beloved daughter, Crimson Hawk tried to flee from the maddened girl's incestuous advances. Her beloved mother's chaste reticence fueled the girl's desire to a fever pitch, at the same time it filled her with wrathful anger at being denied the ripe fruits of her lust. She roughly seized her fleeing mother from behind.

In terror of the evil that was to come, Crimson Hawk struggled wildly to escape her daughter's cruel, possessive hands, but her desperate struggle was vain. The deadly power of the aphrodisiac, added to the effects of the super strength drug, lent Falconette force that her much abused mother could no longer resist.  The maniacally inflamed girl flung her stately mother to the floor, and proceeded to have her way with the fabled crimefighter's bountifully full figured charms.

Crimson Hawk's heartfelt prayers for deliverance went unanswered. Falconette's eager insistent tongue lashed her mother's clitoris.  Her small white teeth nibbled insistently at ripe maternal labia. She wantonly besieged her mother's dainty femininity, with a coercive power, not to be resisted. The stalwart heroine's delectably muscled body went limp; her legs ceased their desperate struggle to escape; she moaned in guilty, hateful, erotic response to her own daughter's hot sucking mouth.

After a horrifying enforced orgasm, Crimson Hawk prayed the frightful ordeal was over, but once more her prayers went unanswered.