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.
 
 

As they prepared for school the day after Billy's lascivious and unrestrained birthday celebration, his older sister Wendy chided him for his reluctance to face the unpleasantness of another school day.

If the truth be known, Wendy was no more eager to face the school day than Billy. She must endure another math class with her nemesis, Sister Monica. Sister Monica was also the school Prefect of Discipline, and an incredibly strict one; a disciplinarian who seemed always to be on Wendy's case.

For Wendy, the knowledge that she possessed incredible secret powers made it all the more galling to docilely submit to the same restrictive authority, as her schoolmates.

Wendy was a super woman endowed with the powers stolen from three superheroines by the power of Aunt Morganna's Blue Stone of the Giants of Jotunheim. Yet, her Aunt Morganna constantly impressed on her that she must never divulge her secret. Knowing she had the strength to toss any teacher through the wall of the school building, and not being able to do it was always a trial for the headstrong teen.

Though Wendy kept her powers secret and unwillingly accepted the authority of her teachers, she did it in such an obstinate, arrogant manner, that she seemed to be constantly in trouble.

Sure enough as math class was ending, Sister Monica observed Wendy passing a note to a classmate. School justice was swift and merciless. Wendy was ordered to report for detention that afternoon.

Another afternoon spent in that dreary detention room with Sister Monica, when she could be home amusing herself tormenting the captive superheroines. Wendy gritted her teeth and accepted the penance, in accordance with Aunt Morganna's admonitions.

It was nearly five o'clock, but Wendy still sat fuming in detention as Sister Monica corrected test papers, shaking her head in disgust. Sister Monica had let the other students leave at 4:00 P.M. but kept Wendy an extra hour when she caught her passing another note.

"Won't you EVER learn, Miss Luther?" Sister Monica sighed; she had things she should be doing herself, during that extra hour she would have to stay to oversee Wendy's extended sentence.

"Ain't the goddam bitch ever gonna let me go home?"

"Oh why couldn't there be more pupils like dear Betty White?" Sister Monica muttered, sadly remembering her favorite pupil who had disappeared several years earlier during her first year of college.

Wendy lowered her head to giggle unobtrusively. She was one of the few people who knew the whereabouts of Betty White, also known to many as Superlass.

"Hah! Sister Bitch oughta' see her Dear Betty now! My personal slut!  Wonder what the bitch'd think if she knew her teacher's pet almost got knocked up by our dog Spot? Or that, just last night, she raped her own mother and grandmother, and screwed my twerpy little brother's brains out! Hah, no one could sink lower than that!"

That reminded Wendy of another sore spot. "Shit That worthless slut got to use the Morgul Dildo on a Superheroine before I did!  Even if it was only on that worthless old bag, Supergran!  Think I'll let my burro Eeyore have another go at Slutlass if 'Ster Bitch ever let's me out'a here an' go home!"

Just then, a small monitor on Sister Monica's wrist buzzed. Sister Monica looked up and unexpectedly dismissed Wendy, although her extended detention had another fifteen minutes to go.

"All right I hope you've learned your lesson, Young Lady! You may leave now!"   With that, the nun hurried into the cloak room, at the back of the school room, and shut the door behind her.

The school was located in an old mansion on the outskirts of the City, and all of the rooms were quite large, and even the one used as a cloak room, though not huge, was substantially larger than strictly necessary for its function.

Wendy was about to leave, eager to be out of there, but curiosity got the better of her.  "Wonder what that's all about? Not like 'Ster Bitch to let me leave a minute early!"

Along with super strength and the ability to fly, Wendy now also possessed X-ray vision, the ability to see through walls. She paused long enough to peer through the cloak room wall. She was rewarded with a sight she'd never have guessed at in a thousand years.  Sister Monica was pealing off her habit, and underneath, she was wearing a white costume, a costume that Wendy knew only too well. It was the uniform of Power Angel!

"Shit! I never thought to use this X-ray vision to check under her habit, all these years, but who'd ever guess Sister Stick-Up-Her-Ass Monica is a superheroine? Guess I'm not the only one around here with secret powers!  Well I'm sure that means Aunt Morg won't mind if I have a few words with 'Sister Monica'!"

Power Angel gasped in shock when Wendy suddenly burst through the door of the cloak room and confronted her with a sly, evil grin.

"Hey 'Ster, wonder what the Bishop would think if he knew you was flying around nights in that sexy slut outfit, like an airborne whore?" Wendy snickered.

Wendy hit a sore spot. In fact, Sister Monica had never thought it prudent to inform her religious superiors of her secret. Although she believed Mother Superior suspected something, Sister Monica had never even told her confessor. "After all it's not as though I'm committing a sin!" She rationalized. "I'm just using the powers God blessed me with, to do good!"

Yet she was unsure of what the Bishop's reaction would be, if her secret became public. Disgrace? Expulsion from the order? Seclusion in a contemplative monastery? The end of her career as a superheroine? Power Angel believed deep in her soul that she had a genuine vocation as a nun, and it would break her heart if she had to leave the convent. On the other hand she believed just as strongly that to forego use of her God given super powers for good would be equally heartbreaking.

Perhaps she could persuade Wendy to keep her secret? Sister Monica prayed, silently, if not optimistically.

Chagrined and concerned by Wendy's discovery of her secret identity, it never entered Power Angel's head that the nasty teen would actually attack one of the World's most powerful superheroines She was therefore caught completely by surprise, when Wendy's foot lashed out, knifing into her crotch. The heroine's surprise was made incredibly greater when her body exploded in an awful spasm of pain.

Wendy observed the effects of her kick with vicious satisfaction. For a moment, Power Angel could hardly move. Due to super invulnerability, she had rarely ever felt real pain, and the fierce torment in the most sensitive area of her body doubled her over in agony.

"Dear God, only another super woman could kick hard enough to hurt me...how could Wendy?" Was the thought that flashed through the heroine's mind as she moaned helplessly in pain.

Wendy wasn't one to rest on her laurels. She knew she faced a formidable foe, and she mustn't waste her initial advantage. Before Power Angel could recover from her pain and surprise, Wendy kicked her legs out from under her.

Since her encounter with Supermom, Wendy had honed the use of her new super powers and learned many new fighting skills from her Aunt Morganna and Shyster Dame She sometimes removed the Kryptonite collar from Supermom's neck and taunted the mature Superheroine to escape if she could get past her. The encounters had all ended in Wendy battering the unfortunate Supermom into oblivion. The teenager had become a deadly fighting machine.

As Power Angel looked up in shock, Wendy struck again, landing two kicks to the face that knocked the superheroine sprawling.

Though her head was reeling, Power Angel doggedly stumbled to her feet, before Wendy struck again.

Feeling her feet firmly under her once more, Power Angel's head cleared and she attacked with all the righteous wrath of a superheroine affronted, combined with  the indignation of a strict teacher challenged by an unruly pupil.

Somehow Wendy's slight, ninety five pound frame withstood the impact of one hundred and fifty pounds of infuriated superheroine rocketing into her. Though she knocked the teen to her knees, Power Angel couldn't bowl her over, and Wendy retaliated by driving the heel of her right hand into the superheroine's chin, with all the force stolen from three of the World's mightiest superheroines.

Made a little giddy by the blow to her chin, the frustrated Power Angel found the tiny teen an elusive target.

Already an expert pugilist, Wendy had no such trouble hitting the target.

Wendy's feet were as deadly, perhaps more so, than her fists, and her aim was unerring.

A groggy Power Angel staggered in confusion, as Wendy half flew, half hopped into the air, and though she had little room to maneuver, propelled herself like a missile to strike the groggy crimefighter's chin.

A moment later, Wendy wrapped her ankles around the staggering blonde woman's throat, and painfully flipped her to the floor.

As Power Angel squirmed uselessly to escape, Wendy tightened her scissors hold until she was choking the life from the beautiful superheroine nun.