Heroine Six, Part One: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
Black Canary flipped backwards, barely evading a coordinated strike by three of her opponents. She cringed at the thought of how barely she was holding her own. Seventeen minutes against twenty-seven opponents, each possessed of martial skills on par with her own and their strategy was working. She was alone and they kept after her in two's or three's, rotating in fresh combatants while she was gradually worn down. More odd was the fact that her friend and fellow heroine Diana, known to the world as Wonder Woman, was standing in front of some blond that was dressed like some slutty female Santa, unmoving and trance-like while surrounding her were Supergirl, Power Girl, and Starfire. Together with Huntress, floating overhead, they formed some kind of an invisible energy pyramid that precluded the possibility of either calling for help or escaping and returning with some.
She thought back to the call she'd gotten from Diana at 7:34 that very morning.
“Hi Dinah, Diana.”
Dinah Drake Lance was a little confused, why is Diana calling me on my cell instead of...
“Could you come for a visit? Not anything official, you know how information on those channels gets around.”
She thought the JLA channel would be insecure? “Sure, I could get a plane down – “
“Too much chance of that being noticed and this really needs to be kept low key.”
What's going on? “Well, if I got out of here now, even by motorcycle, I could reach you a little after eight tonight.”
On the other end of the phone, Diana, clad only in her panties and bra, was looking through her closet.
“That would be great, meet me at – “
Diana rattled off the address of the Blair Road warehouse, then listened as Dinah read it back.
“Great – “
she turned away from the closet, looking at the figure on the bed.
“I'll see you then!”
Hanging up the cell, she stroked her hand gently up Wonder Woman's sleeping body.
“See, Diana, that wasn't so hard.”
Her fingertips caressed the heroine's breasts, eliciting a soft moan. Eyelids moved in reaction to the nightmare.
There was no longer anywhere for me to run. I was trapped, pinned against the wall, my own self warring against me. Her fingers toyed with me, building an unwelcome passion for her within my frame. I moaned, not wanting to, but unable to help myself.
“Already your body has surrendered itself to my will. Tonight, with your friend's help, not only will I add Black Canary to my collection, but I will finally gain complete control of you as well. I will become you and you will merely be the source of my substance. Not only during the hours of daylight, when I am able to become your mirror image and tap into your subconscious, but all the time and with complete access to your conscious mind as well!”
Miss Santa, for want of a better name for her, stood behind Wonder Woman, one hand on the back of the heroine's head. Diana felt the hand there, the woman's presence in her mind forcing her to relive that part of the nightmare that had led her friend into this trap. She wanted to yell at her, to tell her to run, but her body wouldn't move, her vocal chords remained silent. Diana watched as Dinah realized it was only a matter of time if she kept fighting the battle this way, as Black Canary decided the only chance she had was to do the very thing Wonder Woman knew would actually spell their doom. Then a mouth opened and a clear perfect note, pitched at the upper limits of human hearing, the cry of the canary, more felt than actually heard, pierced every square centimetre of the warehouse with its awesome power.
Heroine Six, Part Two: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
A perfect note pierced the semi-darkness. High, clear, and laced with supersonics, it sliced through the night air. Even Superman and Solomon Grundy had fallen before its devastating power, yet it seemed to be having no effect on the Elvish horde the Black Canary wished to take down. True, they were no longer attacking her, but they weren't falling either. Seeing that it was not working, she tried to stop, but the note would not be silenced. Beyond her control it continued to ring forth with perfect clarity and power. Dinah had never felt so helpless in her life. The power of her cry being sucked from her as she herself stood paralysed, unable to do anything but continue to sing with no idea where the breath to do so was coming from.
The Elves began to float a few inches off the ground, unmoving, like statues at attention. The position of these unmoving statues began to change, forming nine triangular layers around Diana and the Christmas clad vixen who held her captive. As the final three Elves formed their triangle, her note took on an azure glow, revealing the conic shape of the sound moving away from her. She helplessly watched her now visible sound, as it gently wrapped around the three Elves on the outer perimeter of the layered triangular pattern. It was as if these three were black holes sucking in all the power of her cry. The glow spread along the lines of the triangle they formed, moving from each corner towards the centre where they came into contact with the next trio of elves who formed a nested inverted triangle whose points bisected the lines of the outer triangle. This trio of elves formed lines between the three of them, forming another glowing equilateral triangle in the air and repeating the pattern inwards with the next trio until the final trio of elves had lines of light that went from one to the other and from each of them to Diana. The helpless heroine and her Christmas clad captor rose into the air until they formed an equilateral pyramid with those innermost Elves. (See image at the end of this post.)
Diana's eyes did not – could not blink. They stayed open, unable to alter the target of their gaze, staring deeply into the eyes of the gloating blond in front of her.
“It is time, Diana, time for you to surrender. You may as well, you know, you can't resist... you CANnot resist... you canNOT resist.”
Diana was not known as Wonder Woman by chance and not only for her physical prowess. In spite of the fact that she could not resist, she was asserting her will with every ounce of her being. Clinging to her identity and the uniqueness of it with a tenacity that astonished her captor.
“Very well... have it your own way! I WILL have you soon enough!”
Miss Santa reached out with both hands, gently caressing the breasts of the paralysed Wonder Woman, her hands taking on a pink glow. The helpless heroine's eyes glazed over as she softly moaned.
“Do you really think you can stop me? I have complete control over your body, Amazon. My lightest touch evokes desire. I can cause you to sleep, taking twelve hours of your life each day and using that time to control your friends. They want the you that is me more than they want the real you.”
Miss Santa's whole body began to glow pink with the energy she was absorbing, her demeanour changing as she drank it in.
“Mmmmmm, the desire pouring through you is sooo delicious! Now you just wait here, I'll be right back.”
Levitating upwards, the blond vixen stopped as she neared Helena, “Ready to do your part?”
The heroine's eyes bored into her angrily, “Go to hell!”
“Oh my, I had no idea you felt so hostile towards me.”
The villainess suddenly smiled, “Maybe I can fix that!!”
She moved closer, the pink glow that surrounded her enclosing her prey. Their breasts touched each other, the she backed away a couple of inches. What looked like pink lightning shot from the villainess breasts to those of the heroine as Helena moaned in a mixture of anguish and sudden arousal.
“Ironic, isn't it, that you who are called the Huntress shall play such a critical role in breaking the namesake of the Roman goddess, Diana the Huntress?”
The pink glow slowly shifted from Miss Santa to the immobile Huntress. Helena felt her hands clench into fists and tried to focus on breaking free of the field that held her. The field that turned her, Supergirl, Power Girl, and Starfire into an unbreakable barrier.
The energy abruptly stopped moving between the two of them, leaving Helena in a glowing pink field and leaving Miss Santa weakened and, to all appearances helpless as she slowly slid downwards to land in a crumpled heap at Diana's feet. Helena felt her hands and forearms moving, then cried out in frustration as they found her breasts.
“NO!” Even as she voiced her dismay, her fingers began to work on her breasts, gently teasing them and stoking the fire that already threatened to consume her. The pink glowing energy intensified as it drew from the Huntress own building sexual energy, intensified until she could no longer contain it. The energy moved onwards, flowing from Helena and into her three equally helpless companions at the base of the outer pyramid. One by one they began to glow with the pink energy.
Karen moaned helplessly as she felt the magic wash over her, her mind tired from her futile struggle to break free of the field that was turning her into a trap for her friends. She had awakened from a nightmare in which she had been beaten on by her sister to find that, while her mind was now free, her body was not. Angry at herself for having been so easily lured into the trap, she had ignored her sister's pleas to wait for a better moment. She just did not have the strength to resist when the time came and her hands found her breasts an all too willing target for the magic that now flowed through them. The moan grew louder as her own sexual energy was added to that flowing from Huntress and flowed from her towards the nearly identical body of her twin.
Linda was younger than Karen, thanks to the wormhole that had deposited her here years earlier. While Karen was still in space, she had been trained by Kal. That training had paid off and this time she was not caught by surprise. Marshalling her mental defences, she was successfully resisting the urge within her as the magic washed over her. It was hard, the energy flowing into her from Helena felt so good. It urged her body to join with it, to add to its power but her mind was fresh and strong. Her fists clenched by her side as she felt the opportunity. Slowly her body began to move, her right foot inched forwards. If she could just get her left foot there, the alignment that gave this field its strength would be greatly reduced and she might – the scream of ecstasy erupted from her as Karen's energy hit her. Her resistance collapsed and she felt her hands doing what they had been longing to do.
The energy surrounding the trapped heroines began to intensify, finally taking the path of least resistance. A path that ended with Starfire. Kori struggled to control herself, but her hands would not obey. She felt them move towards her breasts and concentrated on returning them to her side. They moved back to her side then began to move towards her breasts once again. Again she was able to move them back towards her side, but they did not make it all the way back down before she felt them moving towards her breasts again. Again and again they moved towards her breasts. Again and again she was able to force them down. But each time it took longer and slowly, inexorably, she felt her hands inch closer ever to her breasts before she could reverse their direction.
“I am a warrior born! I will not submmmmm”
Finally her fingertips had made contact and she found herself facing a new struggle as she fought to contain the energy building within her. She screamed in frustration as the energy shot forth from her chest and into the back of the trapped Canary.
Heroine Six, Part Three: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
Like the others, Dinah found herself increasingly aroused against her will the moment the pink energy field struck her. This altered the timbre of her voice. The azure energy flowing from her into the first of the twenty-seven elves slowly darkened, turning a deep purple. It flowed through each of the elves in turn, with no other apparent results until it reached Diana. Like her fellow heroines, the powerful Amazon found herself ever more aroused. Like Starfire, Wonder Woman fought back, unlike Supergirl, she had no reserves to resist.
She had been hammered on for six days, the last three of them while both waking and sleeping. Her hands wanted to betray her, to take her over the edge, to give her the climax she currently wanted so desperately. Still she hung on, fists clenched, muscles not moving a centimetre.
“You will not have me! I am Diana, Princess of Themiscyra, known to the world as Wonder Woman, a champion of the oppressed and a bastion against evil!”
The three elves that, with the helpless heroine, formed a pyramid, turned away from her, moving in a coordinated anticlockwise arc towards the next three elves. Wonder Woman began to rise in the air, rotating with their movement. When the reached the second set of elves, they became part of the larger pyramid and the energy flowing from the first set of elves into Diana steadily increased on an exponential curve. The energy surrounding these three elves and flowing into the Amazing Amazon eventually became so intense that it was too blinding to look at. Abruptly it, and the three elves, vanished.
The second set of elves turned and began to move in a coordinated arc, this one clockwise, until they reached the third set. Their energy also dumped into Wonder Woman's body as she rose into the air. For the very first time her hands moved upwards. It was less than an inch but it was movement. This trio also vanished in a blinding flash of light. Then it was the turn of the next and the next, one anticlockwise, the next clockwise. Each time Diana was levitated to be the apex of a new pyramid formed by the base of the next trio of elves. With each successive energy dump, the heroine found it increasingly difficult to resist. Finally she found herself part of the last pyramid and face to face with the blond villainess herself at its top.
A final flash of blinding purple light and they were all gone. Diana breathed a sigh of relief, her fists still clenched, forced them back to her side, and gazed defiantly at the obviously weakened and helpless Miss Santa.
Heroine Six, Part Four: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
The voice the diabolical Ms Santa had used for an energy conduit was now silent. The Black Canary remained standing for a brief moment, then collapsed onto the floor.
Wonder Woman floated across from the helpless Ms Santa, outwardly a vision of calm confidence, inside much relieved that she had won such a close and difficult contest.
“It would seem that I can stop you after all.”
The two of them slowly rotate in a circle, orbiting the centre of the pyramid's apex. Ms Santa, weak as she was still managed to smile.
“You have resisted a distraction and lost the war. All that remains is for you to remember.”
Suddenly, memories flashed through Diana's mind...
Heroine One - Night Two: Fair Oaks Mall, Fairfax, Va
Ms Santa knelt next to Wonder Woman, picking up where she left off, her fingers playing the heroine's breasts like a concert pianist getting the most out of a particular instrument. Once more the glowing streams formed, travelling up the villainess' arms. Slowly the glowing streams diminished, vanishing into the gorgeous blond vixen,
“Now you just take what you helped me steal from your flying friend.”
As on the previous evening the heroine's body stiffened, a gasp of extreme pleasure emanating from her mouth. Her body slowly relaxed as the blonde leaned over, whispering.
“and store this for me like last night. I will collect it from you tomorrow when your body has added its own energy to it.”
A soft kiss on Diana's forehead and the last of the glow disappeared from Diana's body... her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to stay awake...
“Thanks for bringing me Supergirl, it was a thoughtful gift.”
...to understand what had happened...
“I could never have defeated her without your help."
No! It had been her power added to Ms Santa's that had overwhelmed Supergirl so easily.
"Bring me another one tomorrow night?”
Now all Supergirl's energy was in her and it felt so.... so good!!....she slowly drifted off into the bliss of slumber. Her last sensation the pleasant touch of this woman's hands on her breasts, her last sight that of the 'elves' gathering around Santa, holding an unconscious Supergirl.
Heroine Two - Night Three: Tyson's Corner Center, McClean, VA
Fingers reach inside her bustier teasing her nipples.
“N..no,” she gasps, still struggling just to breath.
“Why? Don't you like the way it feels?”
A gentle pinch elicits a soft moan, Ms Santa giggled.
“Yes, I think that you do! Now if you'll just store this for me, adding dear Helena's energy to that of Kara...”
Her fingers glow and Diana's body reacts even faster than the night before, arching into a powerful orgasm that ended in a long, drawn out moan that emptied her lungs.
"You're getting the hang of this. Soon you'll crave it, do anything for it."
She nipped the heroine's earlobe playfully.
"You might as well relax and enjoy it." she giggles.
Her right hand continues to torment Diana's nipples while her left one closes tightly over the heroine's mouth and nose, stifling the end of her moan before she could inhale. It pulls her head gently, yet insistently to the pillow of the breasts behind her.
“Good night Princess, I know you will dream of me yet again. Thanks for Huntress, bring me Starfire next time, will you? The warehouse, tomorrow night. You take the door, send her in through the roof.”
Tears streamed down Diana's face, her body continuing to react to the unwanted attention her nipples were receiving while her world slowly faded to black.
Heroine Three - Night Four: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
Wonder Woman looked at Starfire's lips willing them towards her own. She knew she should not kiss them, but they whispered promises of bliss to her. Of forbidden power. She felt their lips touch, felt the energy being ripped from the young body in front of her. She heard a helpless whimper and revelled in the power, in the control she had over the young heroine. A thought and she felt Kori's body stiffen in a powerful climax, felt her consciousness flee as she collapsed into a coma and a slow smile played over Diana's lips.
Heroine Four - Night Five: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
Diana's fingers reached for and gently squeezed Karen's nipples, causing her body to arch in a powerful orgasm. She willed the kneeling heroine to look at her lips. She heard her voice speaking,
“Yes, you are ready. Submit your will to mine.”
She could sense Power Girl trying to resist the command and concentrated on breaking her will.
“I – “
The image of Karen's lips burned in her brain like fire, driving away every other thought. She must taste them. The orgasm continued to rock her prey's body as Helena, Kori, and Linda continued to stimulate it. Ms Santa spoke at her side,
“Because I know.”
Diana concentrated, you must give in, she thought, must kiss my lips in surrender.
“Nooo!!” Karen wailed softly even as she leaned forwards and Diana felt the explosion of bliss as she wiped every thought from Kara's mind and watched her collapse into unconsciousness.
The Present:
Diana's mind returned to the present, shaken by what her mind had seen, but refusing to believe the events she had just relived were true. She had just opened her mouth to challenge her Christmas clad opponent when she remembered Dinah.
“Canary!”
Running over to her in concern, she knelt beside her, rolling the dazed and weakened heroine onto her back as she asked,
“Are you alright?”
Before Dinah could answer, Wonder Woman's hands, almost of their own volition, reached out and grasped the fallen Canary's breasts. Immediately Dinah gasped as her breasts and Diana's hands took on a brilliant purple glow.
Wonder Woman was stunned as she realized, not only what her hands were doing, but the effect of their touch. She had done this to the others. To Helena, Kori, Linda, and Karen. She remembered how good it had felt to drain them, revelled in how good it was feeling right now. Still, she was Wonder Woman and not by might alone. Steeling herself against what she was feeling, she removed her hands from Dinah and turned to Ms Santa, shouting.
“What have you done to me witch!!”
Partly recovered, Ms Santa took a single step towards her as she spoke,
“Not witch. Doppelgänger. As a witch I could use magic against you, as a Doppelgänger I am a being of magic. Something like you, actually, which is what makes you the perfect target for my plan. The perfect life to become. The perfect choice to become me.”
And now for the next twist: Mary Marvel. The basic flow of the Mary Marvel part of the story and a lot of the dialogue in it as well should be credited to Centurion, although I have added a sub-plot and expanded on his original story a little to make it fit into what this story has developed into. Enjoy.
The Present:
"Hi, Diana, remember me?"
A figure stepped from the shadows, her long black sable coat open at the front to reveal sexy, youthful curves poured into a form fitting black mini-dress with a gold lightning bolt emblem riding from her navel up to her well displayed cleavage. Her feet were covered with black thigh-length spike heeled boots.
Diana's stared at the newcomer like a deer in the headlights, then her head drooped and her shoulders sagged as yet more memories came flooding back.
Night Six, Heroine Five, Part One: A Warehouse at the Docks, Fawcett City
College freshman Mary Batson stood barefoot in the common kitchen of her dorm, staring out the window at the falling snow as she waited for the microwave to heat up her cup of cocoa. She was a trim, athletic girl with shoulder length light brown hair. At the moment she was wearing nothing but a short cotton pyjama set.
"Mary?" said one of three girls sitting around the table in their underwear playing strip Scrabble.
"Earth to Mary!"
"Huh?" she said, startled out of her reverie.
"I said: Why didn't you go home for the holidays?"
The microwave beeped. Mary took the cup out, stalling while she decided whether or not to admit that she was an orphan.
"Just didn't feel like it, I guess," she sighed, taking a sip as she looked back out the window.
"That only leaves four of us on the whole floor!" another girl said. "We need to invite some guys over!"
Her phone chimed and she snatched it up eagerly. Within two seconds, the other girls' phones had also rung, and they were all giggling and chattering, their Scrabble game forgotten.
Mary rolled her eyes. That was about all these girls could think of... boys, clothes and twittering. It was so boring! What she wouldn't give for a little action!
Just then Mary saw something out the window that almost made her spill her cocoa. She hurriedly set the cup down and dashed out into the corridor, going not in the direction of her room, but the other way, towards the stairs up to the roof. The other girls didn't even notice that she was gone.
On the roof, Mary stood shivering in the cold, hopping from one freezing bare foot to the other as she scanned the street below. Had she really seen her? Looking back and forth to make sure no one was around.
"SHAZAM!"
In a flash of light, her pyjamas vanished, and in their place her sweet, youthful curves were now clad in a short-sleeved red mini-dress with a gold lightning bolt emblem riding high in the valley between her firm, nubile breasts. Her feet were now covered with gold calf-length boots, and a short white cape with gold trim hung jauntily askew across her shoulders.
Mary Marvel hurled herself into the air, the chilly updraught catching and fluttering her tiny little skirt, blowing up in between her bare legs and giving her goosebumps. She sailed above the intervening buildings to the next street over and there she was... a strikingly beautiful woman with jet black hair, wearing a daring red bustier, star-spangled briefs, red boots and a gold tiara. But what was Wonder Woman doing here? How and why had she stepped out of a portal?
The Amazon beauty's posture was stiff, as if she were sleepwalking. And even as Mary spotted her, she stepped out into the street, right in front of an oncoming garbage truck!
"Holy Moley!" Mary Marvel cried, going into a steep power dive. Her slender arms encircled Wonder Woman's alluring female frame, scooping her up and carrying her out of harm's way as the truck rumbled past, blaring its horn.
The superheroine pulled up short and landed on the opposite curb, in close, intimate contact with the Amazon's body, one hand inadvertently fondling her plump, gorgeously supple breast. For an uncharacteristic moment, all she could think about was having her way with Wonder Woman.
She shook herself mentally, what was wrong with her? She didn't even like girls! Not like that anyway.
"Er... sorry about that, Diana," Mary said, blushing as she quickly snatched her hand away. "But you looked kind of zoned out..."
Without a word, Wonder Woman grabbed the front of Mary Marvel's tight red dress and tossed her overhand. Caught by surprise, the sassy young heroine tumbled helplessly and slammed butt first into a solid brick wall. She slid head down to the snowy side-walk, momentarily dazed, with her cute little tail in the air flashing her white satin underpants.
A taxi cab screeched to a halt. "Hey, sugar, need some help there?" asked a male voice.
Mary Marvel looked up, stars spinning around her head.
"I'm fine," she said, sheepishly tugging her dress down. "Where did she go?"
"Who? Oh, you mean the babe in red-white-and-blue spandex?" the taxi driver asked. "I think she went into that warehouse."
He pointed to a big solid building just up the street. The side entrance was hanging open.
"You want me to call the cops or something?"
"No thank you," Mary Marvel seethed, rubbing her smarting backside. "I'll handle it!”
Quit that! It's just a little sting to your pride. Pulling herself back to normal, she continued.
“I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, she's a friend."
Leaping to her feet, she charged headlong into the warehouse. Inside, high stacks of crates and packing cases marched away into the distance in every direction, but there was no sign of Wonder Woman. The spunky heroine strode briskly down the nearest aisle, searching for her.
And then she heard the bell. Ting-ling! Like the bells the charity Santas used. What the--? She stepped into the broad central aisle of the warehouse and there was Ms. Santa, standing alone and ringing the bell. She stopped when she saw Mary Marvel.
"Oh you're here!" Ms. Santa gushed. "That's simply... Marvelous!”
A musical giggle filled the room. “Little joke there, I hope you don't mind?"
"What's going on here?" the young super girl demanded, bunching her fists. "Where's Wonder Woman?"
"Oh, that would be telling!"
Ms. Santa said, sweeping the bell in an arc. A small but deadly-looking dart shot out, aimed unerringly at Mary Marvel's gorgeous lightning bolt chest emblem.
Just in time, the heroine spun to the left, ducking her head and bringing her arm around in a chopping motion that deflected the missile. It flew into a huge crate just behind her and exploded shatteringly, revealing the furs it contained.
That black sable would look really good on me, she thought.
What she said was, "Now that was just impolite!"
As she turned back to face her opponent, four familiar figures stepped from the shadows; Supergirl, Power Girl, Starfire, and Huntress. She couldn't quite place it, but there was something odd about them.
"Get her, girls!" commanded Ms. Santa.
They attacked from all four directions at once. Mary Marvel punched Helena, kicked Kori, pulling her punches because she didn't want to hurt them. Karen and Linda jumped her, grabbing her wrists, their hands caressing, seductively tracing the smooth curves of her body, touching her thighs, sliding under her skirt to pat her rounded bottom, caressing her breasts...
Nnnnnnn... something was wrong... The very touch of their hands seemed to be like a drug, dulling her senses and yet rousing her libido, making her blood sizzle and her heart pound in her chest. Marvel bravely fought against it, but Karen and Linda had both hands latched around her wrists now, holding her tightly as the other two joined them.
"Now just you relax." said Ms. Santa. "It will all be over soon."
"Noooo," Marvel groaned, squeezing her eyes shut as she struggled to resist.
I AM THE WORLD'S MIGHTIEST MORTAL! she thought, I AM MORE POWERFUL THAN THEM ALL!! The nubile young heroine suddenly burst free with a supreme effort, flipping backwards and scattering her four attackers like bowling pins.
Supergirl was first on her feet but Mary was on her even as she rose, pulling out the stops now, her furious fists hammering again and again into that lean, toned, leotard-clad abdomen. Linda's eyes rolled up in her head and she dropped like a rag doll. Then it was Power Girl's turn to take a beating and drop to the floor unconscious. She absorbed Starfire's starbolts as if they were feathers, dispatching her with a single blow that sent her flying. She hit Huntress so hard she heard a rib crack and smiled with satisfaction as the heroine crashed into the wall and slid silently to the floor.
“I AM THE WORLD'S MIGHTIEST MORTAL!!” she cried, pride dripping from her voice.
Technically that title belongs to Billy, she thought, but it should have been mine!
“Oh, yes. World's mightiest mortal. Something to be proud of.”
Mary turned towards Ms Santa's voice and found herself staring into the open end of a ringing bell.
Tears silently flowed down Diana's face as the memory of what she had done continued to flood her mind.
Night Six, Heroine Five, Part Two: A Warehouse at the Docks, Fawcett City
The ringing sound filled her ears, drowning out her mind. The inside of the bell was filled with tantalizing images of that sable coat, how beautiful it would look on her, how easy it would be to take it. Something whispered in her mind about Pride, Envy, and Greed. Something that sounded like a warning, but the ringing of the bell drowned it out. Could she really take what she wanted? After all, who could stop her? The stunning superheroine dropped to her knees, feeling weak as a kitten as she fought valiantly against the thoughts flooding her mind.
"There!" Ms. Santa cried. "That should temporarily neutralize those magic powers of hers! You know what to do, girls!"
Instantly twenty-seven slinky women in sexy green leotards and white nylon tights stepped out of the shadows, surrounding her, piled on her, holding the dazed superheroine spread-eagled face down on the floor. One of them climbed on top, her silken knee on the base of Marvel's spine, grabbing her cape, wrapping it around her neck and yanking backwards. Helpless, half strangled by her own cape, her back arched so far back her torso was vertical, the heroine was powerless to fight back as other assailants reached forwards to fondle her lovely little tits. Her nipples stood up like bullets.
"N-n-no! Stop it! You... can't..." Mary protested, as a wave of feminine helplessness washed over her. More were tugging at her clothes, spreading her legs, caressing her smooth bare legs and creamy inner thighs.
Wonder Woman stepped from the shadows. Where she had been, Mary had no idea, but the mere sight of her filled Mary with hope.
“Wonder Woman, please. Help me, I can't...” she gasped as Diana concentrated and someone's fingers wormed into the heroine's cleft, pushing aside the crotch of her flimsy white panties and stroking her tender, vulnerable pussy.
"You c-c-can't... please..." the heroine panted, her hopes suddenly crushed, her body responding with a rush of unbridled sexual heat as the unseen girl rubbed her g-spot, sapping her will to resist, her mind suddenly filled with lustful thoughts towards Diana.
The next thing she knew, Diana's lips were on hers, kissing, tongue mingling with hers and Mary couldn't help kissing back hungrily. Her skin misted over with dew as a startlingly sudden orgasm gushed through her vagina, ravaging her and leaving her in a state of weak and trembling submission.
"Why..." Mary Marvel panted. "Wh-why are you... doing this?"
Ms. Santa pushed Diana aside and smiled with contentment.
"Don't worry your pretty head about that." she crooned. "Just relax and enjoy. Girls?”
Gentle hands lifted Mary to her feet, she felt something warm slipped onto her. The black sable. Good, it should be hers! No! That's... She sighed with pleasure as uncounted hands softly caressed her, pulling her backwards. Barely able to stand, she leaned back into the strangely silent women as they lowered her gently onto the floor, plying her with food? Strange. Something nagged at the edge of her consciousness, an old wizened face, a warning, but she couldn't bring it into focus. Besides, she loved mint ice cream and there was nothing that couldn't wait until she finished eating it. No sooner had the thought crossed her mind than there was a flash of lightning. Her cape was gone, her mini-dress was now gleaming black and gold, the long sleeves ending in gloves. Her gold boots now darkest black with five inch spiked heels reached up to her thighs. Her hair style had changed, giving her a wild, seductive look. Fully energized now, she stood up, looking lustfully at Wonder Woman.
Ms Santa broke into her reverie, “You can have her, if you want.”
Mary smiled seductively, “What do I have to do?”
The blond winked, "Turn her into your mistress."
Mary's smile was replaced by confusion.
Ms Santa giggled her musical giggle, “Don't worry, you'll love the idea. It's going to be delicious, let me tell you all about it while I whip up a portal back to DC. We wouldn't want Diana to be missed, now would we?”
Ms Santa giggled, and Mary with her as they followed Diana, her four friends, and twenty-seven sexy elves through the portal.