While Raven brutalized the guilt ridden Falconette, Raven's diabolical mother, Vultura was having her 'little talk' with Crimson Hawk.

Sitting at ease, she let her victim stand before her, fidgeting, nervously. For Vultura, it was a delightful treat in itself, just to watch the audacious, self confident superheroine squirming like a nervous school girl, forced to do her bidding. Finally unable to stand the suspense any longer, Crimson Hawk blurted out a maternal plea.

After due consideration, Vultura replied. "Well, I have no real use for you! I suppose you, and your over-developed daughter eat like horses; hardly worth the money for your keep!  I've heard superheroines make lousy domestic help, and I ask you, what else are you good for? I suppose I could sell you both on the Mideast slave market, but I hear that's a little depressed at the moment? Maybe I could let you both go, WITH certain CONDITIONS, of course!"

"C-conditions...?"

"Of course, CONDITIONS!"

"Wh-what...?"

"ONE: Neither you, nor your daughter, will ever to interfere with me, or my 'business' again!"

"But..but..."

"SHUT UP, until I'm done, Bitch!"

Crimson Hawk swallowed what was left of her pride, and listened silently.

"TWO: You will always address me as 'Mistress'!"

Crimson Hawk's sagging shoulders slumped a little lower.

"THREE:  You'll pay me a generous fee, a VERY generous fee, every month to leave you and your precious daughter, on the loose!"

"FOUR: You will give me any information you have, that might be useful to me in my work!"

FIVE: You and Bimbo-ette can still run around in those skimpy, superheroine costumes, if you like, but from now on, you'll lay off those people I tell you to lay off,  and only go after the ones I tell y'to, mainly my competitors!"

"B-but...but...(sniffle)...I can't agree to those things!  I'd be breaking the law!" Crimson Hawk stammered in dismay.  "I've sworn a sacred oath to uphold Justice!"

"Suit yourself, Honey!  O'course, in that case, I'll have to send copies o'that little tape, we made, o'you and your slut daughter cavorting on the floor, to all the teevee stations and newspapers!"

"Oh M-my God! No! You wouldn't!"  Crimson Hawk gasped in horror.

"Yep! I would, you sanctimonious cow! Hmm! Maybe I'll send your Pastor a copy too!  Bet he'd be a little surprised, seeing two shining pillars of the church, rollin' around the floor, having wild, incestuous, lesbian sex, screwing each others brains out; what little brains you two have, anyway!"

Crimson Hawk staggered, as though Vultura had struck her, again.  "No, no, please...you mustn't!"

The images whirled through Crimson Hawk's mind with frightening clarity. If the tape were made public, she and Falconette's secret identities would be revealed to the world, ending their crime fighting careers.  Worse, every criminal they'd ever brought to justice would seek them out for vengeance. On a more personal level, she and Beverly would be laughingstocks in the community; they'd be ostracized by their church congregation; damned from the pulpit! They'd never be able to hold their heads up again!  They'd be the butts of dirty jokes, their pictures on  tabloid covers, staring back from every checkout aisle in every supermarket!

Crimson Hawk gagged, physically sick to her stomach, at thought of the certain, horrifying consequences public exposure of that tape would bring!

"Well? What's it gonna be? I don't have all day, here, y'know!"

She knew she was beaten!  "A-all r-right...(sniffle)...you w-win!" Crimson Hawk whispered, her voice choked by her sick shame.

"All right...who?" Vultura snapped.

"All right...M-mistress!"  The broken spirited crimefighter whimpered.

"Now! Just to seal our little bargain!  Why don't you get down your knees and worship your Mistress's boots!  Just to show me, you're sincere!"

With a loud sob of resignation, the vanquished superheroine shamefully sank to her knees, and crouched, abjectly, at Vultura's feet. It took Crimson Hawk a moment to steel herself to perform the odious task. Then, with another sob of resignation, she pressed her trembling lips against Vultura's boots. Her delicate tongue rasped against the harsh leather.

Defeat, captivity and abuse, then the worst blow of all, victim to Falconette's savage sexual assault; Crimson Hawk's honor and self-esteem were already crushed.  Now, she'd surrendered what remained of her haughty pride and austere dignity to Vultura's harsh, mortifying dominance.  That surrender was the final blow that shattered Crimson Hawk's imperious will, loosening a maelstrom of dizzying emotion.

As she abjectly slavered at Vultura's boots, powerful, forbidden longings flooded Crimson Hawk's being.  Contrary to everything she sincerely believed she was, Crimson Hawk yielded to unsuspected, submissive weakness.  The abhorrent task, at first so repugnant, took on perverse, but irresistible allure.  A treacherous willingness crept into the loathsome homage she paid Vultura. Vultura was so stern, and arrogantly sure of herself, while she'd proved so weak and easily mastered. Somehow, the debasing act seemed right and fitting.  It was a harsh penance she deserved to perform, and an act of reverence that was Vultura's right.   Before she could stop herself, before she even knew she did it, Crimson Hawk's lips and lapping, servile tongue found Vultura's slim thigh.  She abjectly mouthed the white flesh with a feverish zeal, that sent an electric shock of amazement and pleasure through Vultura.

Had Crimson Hawk surrendered her very soul to Vultura?  Drawn by a spiritual magnet, her mouth lasciviously, worshipfully traveled up the forbidden curves of her victorious foe's thighs.   Reaching the unnamable goal of an illicit, yet unquenchable, craving; Crimson Hawk, shyly nuzzled Vultura's crotch. She panted in dread, as she kissed her Mistress's waiting pussy lips; then with profane reverence, she thrust her tongue inside that divine grotto, the inmost holy place of her depraved pilgrimage of shame.

Driven to near frenzy, by the delightfully servile, adoration of the haughty enemy she'd crushed in the dirt, Vultura could no longer remain still. She surged to her feet, mounting the degraded superheroine's gorgeous face, in a display of dominance, that made her submissive captive squirm all the more obediently to serve her.

As Vultura trembled in the aftermath of ecstatic, orgasmic delight, Crimson Hawk, remorsefully stumbled to her feet.  Her legs were weak and unsteady.
Her beautiful, bruised face tragically reflected horrified, penitent disbelief at what she'd done, what she'd become, at what Vultura had made her.  Yet, despite mortification, self disgust and revulsion, Crimson Hawk's own pussy was on fire, with a hot, raging flame that burned through her belly.  Nothing in all her life ever aroused her to such feverish, erotic need!

Seeing the effect her cruel dominance had aroused, Vultura caught the tall superheroine from behind.  Her right hand snaked around the sensually slim waist, and found Crimson Hawk's ripe protruding mound.  At the first touch of Vultura's finger, a burst of intoxicating fervor engulfed Crimson Hawk, and she nearly collapsed. Vultura caught her under her huge breasts, and held her voluptuously sagging form erect, as she fingered and diddled the superheroine's long inviolate pussy.  The mature, full figured crimefighter wriggled and squirmed, like a giddy school girl, in sinful ecstasy, as her persecutrix brought her to an incredibly intense and enraptured orgasm.  She experienced a gratification she never dared dream of, a gratification that made mockery of everything Crimson Hawk stood for.

The intense sexual experience drained what little remained of Crimson Hawk's superheroinely strength. It left the ravished crimefighter too enfeebled to stand, even with Vultura's strong arm supporting her. As Crimson Hawk slid to the floor, she clung to Vultura's body, with the desperation of a woman drowning.

Crouching before her new mistress, in the cold aftermath of sexual surrender, the enormity of  her downfall overwhelmed Crimson Hawk. Vultura's vengeful victory was complete, her own ruination total. A dark threatening cloud of shame, at what she'd done, at what she'd become, crushed  Crimson Hawk. That crushing shame would darken the rest of her days! How could she ever face her daughter, again?

Shamefully cringing at Vultura's feet, Crimson Hawk sorrowfully removed the heavy golden chain from her waist and submissively offered it to the stern dominatrix, who defeated and brutalized her, who'd broken and enslaved her.  It seemed fitting to offer tribute to a Mistress so strong and ruthless.

"I-it's...(sob)...an antique!" Crimson Hawk stammered. "The ancient Amazon symbol of strength and courage! It's yours now! It rightfully belongs to the STRONG, not a...n-not a d-defeated slave!"

Vultura triumphantly clasped the golden girdle about her own waist. She contemptuously glanced down at the cringing slave, so recently the mightiest of heroines. "Pitiful slut!" She smirked, silently, with scant gratitude for the gift.

Shortly after, Raven brought Falconette to join her mother. With an approving glance, Vultura noticed her daughter was wearing Falconette's Golden Amazon Chain.

"They can go now. They're harmless!" Vultura grinned to her daughter.

Raven winked back at her mother.

In one final gesture of dominance, before she turned the defeated, degraded heroines loose, Vultura held out her hand, and snapped to Crimson Hawk.

"Don't forget SLUT, from now on, you belong to ME!"

Trembling, under Vultura's stern eye, as though guided by a power stronger than herself, the renowned crimefighter whispered.

"Y-yes Mistress...Always!"

Then the broken spirited superheroine abjectly grasped Vultura's proffered hand, and kissed it with a submissive, dog like reverence.

With a snicker, Raven elbowed Falconette in the ribs, and pointed to the degrading spectacle. Falconette gasped in disgust. How could the brave, indomitable mother she so revered stoop to this disgusting degrading homage to a criminal? Hadn't Crimson Hawk told her, as long as they resisted, they could never be defeated? Her mother's servile surrender turned everything she believed upside down.  Was this the reward for virtue and the pursuit of justice? Was everything Crimson Hawk taught her mere mockery?  For a moment, Falconette totally despised her mother!  With a sob, she knew she could never respect her again!

As the two naked, abused superheroines, thoroughly chastened by their defeat and captivity, crept shamefully back to the Hawkmobile, Falconette pondered their new subservient status. With a glance at her humbled, sniffling mother she resolved.

"Well Maybe I have to grovel to those two bitches from now on, but when they aren't around, I'll make this spineless slut, MY slave. That's all she  deserves! The very bottom of the pecking order!"

At the Hawkmobile, Crimson Hawk automatically started toward the driver's side, but with a contemptuous shove, Falconette pushed her mother toward  the passenger seat.

"Get in that side!  I'll drive from now on!"  The junior crimefighter snapped, and there was a stern, new authority in her voice.

'Y-yes Dear!" Crimson Hawk snuffled obediently. Did she experience, a secret, hardly conscious thrill of subservient excitement as she dutifully slunk into the passenger seat?

As she drove home, Falconette's eyes wandered over her mother's opulent, full figured, nude form, slumped dejectedly in the corner of the seat, her big exciting breasts, still bruised by Raven's cruel clutching fingers, trembling as she sniffled.

"Wish she'd stop that annoying blubbering! It's getting on my nerves! She certainly is gorgeous, though!"  The girl licked her lips as she mused. "Hmm! Wonder if Raven'll let me borrow that dildo thing? Better yet, maybe I'll get one of my own!"

Not knowing why, Crimson Hawk shivered fearfully, as her grim faced daughter turned the car into the hidden drive, leading to the secret Hawk Garage.