Superheroine Jeopardy  

By GW

Superheroine Jeopardy Part 01

This series, Superheroine Jeopardy, takes up where Supergirl Ambushed left off. It contains torture, violence and F/F rape. It is intended for mature adults, only, and should not be read by anyone under twenty-one! Synopsis: In Supergirl Ambushed, we saw Catwoman, masquerading as a famous scientist, and abetted by the treachery of Batgirl, already her terrorized pawn, capture Supergirl with Kryptonite, beat her into submission and terribly abuse her. She enslaved Supergirl with a Kryptonite collar that can render Supergirl helpless, or even kill her, at the feline villainess's option. Now Catwoman continues her regimen of terror, seeking to break the last vestiges of Supergirl's will, and compel her to take part in the capture of Wonder Woman.

Batgirl stood in the corner, of Catwoman's cellar dungeon, watching Catwoman prepare to torture the helpless Supergirl, once again. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the horrifying spectacle, seemingly mesmerized by Supergirl's suffering.

"Why does that awful bitch make me watch?" Batgirl asked herself, sickened by the spectacle. She knew the answer very well, though. Watching the cruel dominatrix subdue and degrade the heroic Supergirl, time after time, further weakened her own, by now feeble resistance, to Catwoman's whim. With a sigh of despair, Batgirl knew she was nothing but Catwoman's pathetic puppet. There was a second reason, as well. She still couldn't admit it to herself, but she was starting to crave the thrill, of watching Catwoman torment and torture, her friend. Catwoman saw that secret in Batgirl's sad, blue eyes, and wished to hook her on it, like pusher addicting a potential user.

Despite incredible suffering, and though helplessly enslaved by the diabolical, Kryptonite collar, Supergirl still resisted surrender to her cruel, feline captor. Each day, she defiantly refused, anew, to participate in Catwoman's scheme to capture Wonder Woman. Batgirl loved and admired Supergirl's spirited resistance, against all odds, yet it shamed her too, knowing she had surrendered, in terror to Catwoman's authoritative dominance. She could hardly remember, what it was like, to be proud, afraid of nothing, and carefree. Now her every thought centered on Catwoman's whim.

Whenever, Supergirl's beautiful dark blue eyes lighted up in rebellion, Catwoman ruthlessly extinguished it. Each day, Supergirl's defiance gave Catwoman a new reason to torture her, and break her spirit, anew. Each day, the flame of resistance burned less brightly, and surrender came more quickly. Today, in the dungeon, Supergirl was chained naked to the wall. Her tall superbly formed body writhed helplessly against the chains. Her big, upswept breasts heaved in agitation. Her golden hair gleamed in the dank dungeon air. The pallor of her beautiful face, and the dark shadow of fear in her huge, blue eyes, betrayed her growing terror. Catwoman was readying her instruments of torment, designed to break even a proud superheroine's spirit. They were fashioned from Kryptonite, and could cause unbearable pain to the normally invulnerable Supergirl.

The first horror to be inflicted, were the clamps. These were specially designed nipple clamps, artfully fashioned to snap shut, like a mouse trap, on the unfortunate victim's living flesh. Of course the pneumatic spring was incredibly more powerful than the puny spring in any mouse trap. Supergirl knew from bitter experience, what was coming. She trembled in fear, already feeling in memory, that horrendous, searing, piercing pain in her bosom. She still defied the arch criminal, though.

"I'm Supergirl, you evil witch! You can't make me do anything so despicable, as to betray my best friend, into your bloody claws!" The brave, blond, young woman cried out fiercely, but with a nervous edge to her voice. Was she trying to convince Catwoman, or herself?

Smiling serenely, Catwoman ignored Supergirl's outburst, as though she hadn't heard it. Humming happily, she slid the first clamp over Supergirl's left nipple. The pretty, pink spike stiffened, and the surrounding aureole crinkled in anticipatory fear.

Despite her resolve, Supergirl whimpered. "Oh don't!"

Catwoman deliberately fiddled with the device, allowing the suspense to build. By now, Supergirl trembled visibly, sweat dampening her high white brow. She squirmed, to escape, but the heavy chains held her immobile. Batgirl watched mighty Supergirl wriggle, like a scared puppy. It was so pitiful to see her like that, but incredibly fascinating, as well. Batgirl licked her lips nervously.

Catwoman bent her neck, and kissed Supergirl on her delightful, turned-up nose. "You're so cute when you struggle, Dear!" She said, in the tone of a teacher, complimenting a favorite student. In her corner, Batgirl couldn't help but agree. Supergirl was the most adorably beautiful person, she knew. Since Supergirl's captivity, Batgirl had come to appreciate that beauty physically, something she had only dreamed of, when they were fellow crimefighters, free and bold. Batgirl shuddered, when Catwoman released the latch.

With a loud ominous clink, the serrated jaws of the Kryptonite clamp snapped shut, on that sweet, girlish nipple. Supergirl shrieked uncontrollably. It took several moments before she could get herself under control, and bite back her screams. Though, she steeled herself for it, she panted at the effort of enduring the fierce, excruciating pain, and each pant intensified the pain, more. She tried to hold her breath, but it did little good.

Catwoman leaned down, and kissed Supergirl's other nipple. The kiss was almost tender, but Supergirl whimpered at the touch of those cruel lips. Catwoman carefully examined Supergirl's right nipple, as though looking for the most auspicious spot to place her implement of torture. She moved as slowly as her feline namesake playing with a sleek, beautiful victim. Finally when Supergirl was sure she'd pass out from the combination of pain and suspense, Catwoman slid the second nipple clamp on her trembling beast.

"Ready, Darling?" Catwoman asked, sweetly. Supergirl's frightened, blue eyes looked at Catwoman imploringly, but she bit her lip, and said nothing.

"Stubborn little pet!" Catwoman smiled, and released the second latch. Supergirl's scream this time was horrendous. Batgirl began to weep, in sympathy for her dear friend's suffering, but at the same time, she felt a growing wetness between her thighs. Torn between compassion and concupiscence, she watched in fascination.

"Oh she's so beautiful, when she's suffering! Oh what a filthy, perverted bitch, I am, getting excited, watching! Why don't I attack that cat bitch, and try to save Supergirl?" Batgirl castigated herself in self-disgust. Yet, at the same time, her hand stole down to her crotch, and touched her eager pussy. "You filthy whore!" Batgirl screamed silently, at herself.

Once again, Supergirl regained some measure of her stoic composure, but she couldn't control the trembling of her large, heroically molded body. The splendid muscles strained beneath her alabaster skin. Her blue eyes were wet with tears, about to overflow. Catwoman took up another of her hellish, little devices. Supergirl's lower lip trembled in terror.

"Ooh no! Not the pussy clamps! Catwoman, please not those!" Supergirl gasped, breathless from the terrible agony in her gorgeous, high-set bosom. "Please Selena! I'll be good! I'll do what you tell me! Don't use those again! It's unbearable!" There was a note of hysteria in the blond heroine's voice, now. "Why, that's the idea, My Dear! So you can learn what happens, when you defy me. I do so hate to hurt that sweet, delicate, little pussy of yours. You know, I think it's adorable, but I simply must teach you obedience! You're so stubborn and headstrong, sometimes! Why every time, I mention Wonder Woman to you, you get so sniffish and resentful. When are you going to help me, capture her? I'm a patient woman, but I am growing bored by your obstinance!" Catwoman purred, in a sweetly reasonable voice.

Supergirl remained silent. She feared she was near to submitting to Catwoman's torture, yet she still possessed a hard core of resistance. If she betrayed her friend, Wonder Woman, she could never live with herself.

"Oh Diana! You don't know what I'm going through for you!" Supergirl thought. Self- sacrifice was becoming a terrible burden, and often Supergirl found herself, directing her resentment at her absent friend, rather than at the true culprit, Catwoman. "Why doesn't she rescue us, and then I wouldn't have to suffer so, for her?" Supergirl agonized. Her eyes were wide with terror, and now the tears were running freely down her cheeks. Yet she clenched her jaw, and shook her head, "No!"

"Oh you are so stubborn, My Dear!" Catwoman murmured, almost sympathetically, as she touched Supergirl's delicate, pink pussy, in its gold fringed nest between her ivory- hued thighs.

Supergirl 's head fell to one side. "Please don't!" She wept hopelessly.

Catwoman explored the sweet little nest, and found the pink lips, so firm and plump. She delicately parted the labia, taking one lip between her thumb and forefinger. She held it firmly, and slipped it between the jaws of the pussy clamp.

Supergirl whimpered in terror. "Please Salina! For the love of God, don't! I'll do anything you want me to!"

"I'm sorry, Supergirl it's too late for today! I want you to remember this! I'm feeling merciful though. I'll only do one side today. If you renege on your promise, though, tomorrow will be the worse day of your life!"

Supergirl's head drooped in resignation. Her magnificent body tensed, waiting. Catwoman let her wait, until the suspense was unbearable, and Supergirl wept. "Oh do it! Do it! If you're going to! Pl- please do it, and get it over with!" Catwoman laughed. "You're so sweet!" She whispered, and then released the catch. Supergirl's final shriek was the unearthly cry of the dimmed. The pain was too terribly intense, even for her super body. The courageous, blond superheroine sagged in her chains and passed out.

Catwoman licked her lips, in an ecstacy, beyond sexual pleasure. She glanced over at Batgirl, crouching in the corner. The red-haired, captive crimefighter was fingering herself, at the same time, tears of shame poured down her beautiful face. "How sweet my little slut protegee is learning the joys of suffering. Soon, I may let you torture some one!" Catwoman called gaily to Batgirl.

Batgirl collapsed, terrified that she would accept that offer, one day, perhaps eagerly, perhaps soon. She crouched in her corner in despair. Catwoman allowed Supergirl to hang in her chains for some minutes. Even unconscious, Supergirl's body twitched in agony, and she moaned and whimpered. Catwoman knew that though unconscious, the lesson would sink into the superheroine's subconscious mind, conditioning her to obedience.

Finally, Catwoman removed the implements of torture, and unchained the Maiden of Might. She let her collapse on the floor in a forlorn tangle of beautiful limbs, nude torso, and flowing golden hair. When Supergirl began to stir, Catwoman reduced the power setting that controlled the level of Kryptonite radiation, that poisoned and weakened the Maid of Steel, and made her helpless whenever necessary.

"Best to keep the dizzy blond as weak as a kitten!" Catwoman muttered. "She's so much more amenable to discipline that way!" Supergirl sobbed as she came to her senses. "All right Batgirl, take your friend back to her kennel. I have some tasks for you to perform later, but you may have an hour to console her, as a reward for your progress! I know how much the poor girl depends on your consolation sessions!" Catwoman laughed nastily. Hating herself, but unable to disobey, Batgirl went to the fallen Supergirl and helped the sobbing blond beauty to her feet. She had to place Supergirl's arm around her shoulder and support her large body, or the Maid of Might would have fallen. Batgirl half-carried, half-dragged the sobbing superheroine back to the bare little cell, where Catwoman kept her in captivity. Batgirl gently laid the beautiful, nude blond down on the straw pallet, that was her bed. For some moments, Batgirl looked down at her former friend, the heroic crimefighter she'd idolized and admired, and loved almost like an older sister. She was indecisively torn between yearning to aid her friend and baser passions. "She's so beautiful!" Batgirl agonized. "And so helpless, and so badly hurt! Oh, I want to comfort her!" Batgirl told herself, and part of her did want to comfort the whimpering blond, but another darker self examined Supergirl's heaving breasts, so perfect in their amplitude. She gazed in fascination at the abused, little, blond-fringed pussy.

"Ooh! Catwoman is so cruel!" Batgirl thought a with a pang of pity, at the same time she licked her lips at the memory, of Supergirl's horrendous suffering. She crouched down over the trembling blond. Supergirl looked up, at her onetime friend, wildly fearful of her, now. Catwoman had set her control collar at a level that left her too weak to even resist the non-super Batgirl.

"Barbara, please! Leave me alone!" Supergirl begged plaintively.

"Oh my poor Darling!" Batgirl whispered in Supergirl's ear. "She hurt you so! Oh it was terrible!" Supergirl turned her head away in disgust, seeing the rapacious look of passion that accompanied Batgirl's words of sympathy.

"Oh don't turn away, Kara, please! You know how it hurts me when that evil bitch does those things to you!" She was whispering in Supergirl's ear, her lips almost touching the delicate pink shell. She shyly kissed Supergirl's earlobe, a little peck at first, then more boldly. Finally, she shot her tongue out and tickled the inside ear.

Shuddering in disgust, Supergirl moaned. "Ooh don't!"

"Please Kara! Let me make you fee better! You know I can!" Batgirl pleaded. Before the other woman could reply, though, she took Supergirl's face in her hands and twisted it around so she could reach her trembling pink lips, with her own hungry mouth.

"No don't! Don't! MMMmmmmmphhh!" Supergirl pleaded brokenly, before Batgirl cut off her entreaties, with a hot, tongue-stabbing kiss. Supergirl struggled weakly, but Catwoman had left her no strength to resist. Batgirl slid on top of her chest, pinning her to the hard, uncomfortable pallet. Supergirl continued to struggle uselessly, and Batgirl wrapped her slimmer leg around Supergirl's sweetly muscled thigh. She rubbed her smaller bosom, against the sumptuous bounty of Supergirl's magnificent bust. Supergirl gasped and whimpered, as Batgirl's mouth silenced her voice, as effectively as a gag.

Batgirl rode Supergirl's thigh, aggressively, as she grew more and more excited. She felt Supergirl's injured nipples stiffen against her own breasts. "See! I knew you'd like it! She whispered in fierce triumph. Supergirl's only answer, was a despairing sob. Batgirl slid further down, and kissed those stiff-fingered nipples.

Supergirl moaned but begged weakly. "Don't! Stop it! Please!"

Batgirl ignored her helpless friend's pleas. She kissed and tongued Supergirl's deep- set naval and trailed her tongue down the ridged muscles of Supergirl's lower belly. When she reached the gold-sheathed mound, with the delightfully neat, little pussy at its center, she licked the sweet, pink labia, still sore and swollen from Catwoman's terrible Kryptonite pussy clamp. Supergirl trembled in revulsion, but Batgirl took her response, as assent, and delicately inserted the tip of her tongue. Supergirl cried out at the pain Batgirl's tongue caused her.

"Oohhh! I knew you wanted it!" Batgirl crowed, and thrust her tongue deep into the helpless superheroine's pussy. She tongued Supergirl's clit, and sucked it, with enthusiastic delight. Inevitably, Batgirl's vicious, treacherous tongue aroused the bitterly sobbing Supergirl. Cunnilingual rape was just one more consequence of defeat, by the diabolical Catwoman.

When the shuddering aftermath of Supergirl's enforced orgasm subsided, Batgirl languidly raised herself, and looked down at her betrayed friend. "Oh wasn't that nice! Won't you do me now?

Supergirl lay still, weeping softly, the bitter tears of violation. "It was horrid, you nasty, little Bitch!" She croaked through her tears.

"Don't be coy, with me, Kara! You loved it! You know you did!" Batgirl said wheedlingly, then added, with a nasty purr that reminded Supergirl of Catwoman. "Now do me!"

Batgirl slid up into a sitting position on Supergirl's chest, and thrust her crotch into the weeping blond's face. Her pussy was agape, and dripping. "Do me!" She demanded, again, more harshly, this time.

Still in a state of shock from Catwoman's terrible torture session, followed by vicious rape, Supergirl didn't resist, when Batgirl pulled her flushed face between her thighs. Best to get the unpleasant chore over and done with! In bitter resignation, she kissed and sucked the redhead's dominant pussy. As Batgirl squatted astride her onetime heroine and friend, she dreamily thought back to her first experience with another woman.

Batgirl hid in a small copse of trees, observing a well-concealed entrance to a tunnel. The tunnel was bold-facedly set in the very heart of the great city's largest park, though in a deserted section, off the bike and runner's paths. Batgirl was near ecstacy. This was the high point of her crime fighting career. That morning Supergirl had warmly congratulated her for the capture of an entire gang of armed bank robbers. Any crumb of praise from the fabulous Supergirl always set her atingle. She idolized the older crimefighter, who was so kind and generous to her, when she was a fledgling at this game. Now, she had tracked the elusive Catwoman to her lair. She would soon confront the evil villainess, anc capture her. What a feather in her Bat Cowl!

"Something Batman never seems able to do!" Batgirl thought with a sniff. "I don't' think he tries very hard! He must have a thing for that feline witch?" She thought, with a pang of jealousy. "Maybe that's why he never seems interested, when I practically throw myself at him! Men are so stupid! Well maybe he'll be sorry, when I capture his pet cat. I certainly don't mind showing him up a little! All that macho ego, and then that insufferable little wart, Robin, always running after, like a little dog. Maybe it's Robin he likes?" Batgirl thought with a nasty little jab of malice.

Batgirl had a mental picture of Robin kneeling at Batman's crotch, providing the ultimate male service. "They could call him Cockrobin!" She thought with a malicious grin. "Well, never mind 'Cockrobin,' now! It's time for that cat bitch! I can't wait to get my hands on her!" Batgirl thought eagerly, as she adjusted her utility belt to a jaunty slant, and stalked toward the concealed door of the Cat Lair.

Just then the door opened, and Catwoman herself sauntered out. Seeing Batgirl standing in front of her, she looked startled for a moment, and then laughed. "Why if it isn't the famous Batgirl! You've certainly made quite a name for yourself! Why at this rate you'll be almost as famous as I am. Did Batman send you?"

"Batman doesn't send me anywhere!" Batgirl snapped. "I go, where I please! And when I capture you, we'll see whose famous!"

"Oh don't be testy, my Little Pet! I didn't mean to offend you!" Catwoman purred sweetly. "What do you want, then, Darling?"

"I'm here to arrest you, Catwoman!' Batgirl replied, unable to keep the note of pride from her voice. "There's a warrant out for your arrest, and it's about time you paid for your crimes!"

"Are you going to arrest me, indeed? Catwoman purred. "And I'm to 'pay for my crimes'? How droll! How are you going to do it, Sweetie?"

"Like this!" Batgirl replied confidently, and she reached out to grasp Catwoman's wrist. Instead, Catwoman shot out her hand, and grasped Batgirl's wrist. With a quick twist, she judo tossed the shapely crimefighter. Batgirl landed hard on her impudently muscled bottom. She tossed her long, red hair angrily, and sprang to her feet, only to have Catwoman land a smashing right fist to her chin. The punch sent her staggering backward. Giving another angry toss of silky, red hair, to clear her head, Batgirl realized Catwoman's gloves were weighted and reinforced with metal knuckle plates. Then a sharp pointed boot toe struck her dead center in the solar plexus.

Sick and dizzy, the gallant, young crimefighter doubled over, gagging for breath. Catwoman stepped in close and hit her with a left to the cheek and a right to the jaw, the deadly combination tossed her shimmering, auburn hair, first one way then the other. The dazed heroine felt Catwoman grab her neck, and slam her backward, across an up-raised thigh. Catwoman held Batgirl's girlish figure bent backward, over her thigh, long enough to slam her fist deep into the heroine's abdomen. Then, seizing her around the waist, Catwoman lifted Batgirl's athletic form into the air holding her upside down. Avoiding Batgirl's wildly flailing legs, Catwoman clamped her thighs shut on her dangling red head, muffling the involuntary sounds of pain.

Still squeezing Batgirl's middle, with her arms, Catwoman clamped her legs so tight around Batgirl's head, that the redhead momentarily feared her skull would crack, like an eggshell. Then, with a careless laugh, Catwoman let go, and Batgirl fell heavily, on her back. As she lay on the ground, stunned, Catwoman leaped in the air, and came down sitting backwards, astride Batgirl's chest. The impact nearly caved in Batgirl's rib cage. Through a red haze, Batgirl looked up at Catwoman's back. She made a desperate grab at Catwoman's long, black hair. More by luck, than anything, she caught it and toppled Catwoman off of her.

With an angry feline hiss, Catwoman sprang to her feet, just as Batgirl, still groggy, sat up. Catwoman seized Batgirl's cape, dragged the auburn haired heroine over on her knees and drove her knee into Batgirl's chin. Batgirl, her head throbbing and spinning, balanced precariously on her knees, raised one hand to ward off further blows. Catwoman's booted foot easily slipped by her defenses, and lanced into a girlish, but very generously proportioned breast.

"Oooh, my boobie!" Batgirl whimpered, as the kick catapulted her backward. Before Batgirl went over backward, Catwoman buried her toe in the redhead's belly. Batgirl's gasp of pain was loud and explosive. Spasmodically, her athletic form curled in a ball. Batgirl's fetal position didn't help ease the waves of pain in her middle, or ease the wound to her vanity. In just moments, the dastardly villainess had beaten her into the ground

The crimefighter's fierce pride, not to mention her redheaded temper, was outraged. Disregarding the agony that had virtually paralyzed her, a moment before, Batgirl called upon all the strength in her shapely, athletic body, rolled away from Catwoman, and sprang to her feet, in one amazingly graceful movement. Once on her feet, Batgirl came at Catwoman, with murder in her blue eyes.

For just a split-second, Catwoman experienced a pang of doubt. "Maybe the little slut's tougher, than I thought?" She mused. "Well it's too late to worry about it now!"

Catwoman raised her gloved fists and fell into a fighter's crouch, ready to meet the crimefighter's charge. Villainess and heroine, stood toe to toe, exchanging blows. Though Batgirl landed her share of punches, she found they did little damage to Catwoman's hard chin, and a heavy, reinforced corset under the Catsuit, absorbed her body blows. Soon, Batgirl's long elegant hands were swollen and bruised, even under her decoratively fringed gloves. Catwoman remained on the defensive, allowing the younger girl to tire herself. Occasionally, Catwoman would drive through Batgirl's defense, and a hard fist would plow into her still tender tummy.

Batgirl kept doggedly punching, until her fists throbbed with pain. Whenever Catwoman landed a blow, Batgirl gasped audibly, and her beautiful, red mouth twisted painfully. By now, her arms ached, and she was panting for breath. Feeling her strength ebbing, Batgirl tossed caution to the winds. She stepped in close. Flatfooted she drove her right fist squarely into Catwoman's jaw. Batgirl felt the impact, painfully, all the way up her arm, but Catwoman looked stunned. Batgirl fell back a step for a clearer shot, and threw another haymaker, her Sunday punch. At the last second, Catwoman dodged to one side, and just barely avoided the blow.

The missed punch left Batgirl off balance, arms akimbo. "Oh God, I'm wide open!" Batgirl though in panic. Before Batgirl could cover up, Catwoman drove both fists, in succession, deep into her lower belly. Batgirl gagged and felt her long, fabulously shaped legs turn to water. Reflexively, she clutched her belly, leaving her face unguarded, just as Catwoman threw a right uppercut, from the ground. It crashed into the point of Batgirl's chin. Batgirl sagged backward, long legs wobbly. Her eyes were glazed and unfocussed.

Now Catwoman's blows plowed relentlessly past Batgirl's feeble, uncoordinated defense, and deep into her body. Batgirl stumbled backward before the onslaught, unable to think or plan any defense. Catwoman followed eagerly. She easily brushed aside Batgirl's aching arms, and landed punch after punch, with mechanical regularity. She pounded the breath from Batgirl's lungs and turned her tightly muscled middle to mush.

After Catwoman doubled Batgirl over with a flurry of body punches, she pounded her erect with another flurry of head punches. The cascading waves of Batgirl's hair danced madly in the air, as Catwoman snapped her head back and forth. The pain caused tears, that blurred Batgirl's glazed eyes. A trickle of blood ran down her cheek. Then, a straight right to her mouth slammed her back into a tree. There was no place to retreat. Batgirl gallantly raised her tired arms, and put everything she had left, into a few last desperate punches.

Catwoman laughed at the futility of the Caped Crusaderette's last-ditch attack. She put her hands on her hips, and contemptuously let Batgirl's punches land. At each punch, it was Batgirl who gasped and winced, from the pain in her swollen hands. At last, sobbing for breath, Batgirl fell back against the tree for support. Catwoman dropped to a crouch, and drove her fist right between Batgirl's sweetly rounded thighs. As Batgirl sobbed raggedly, she fell forward. Catwoman caught the overtaxed girl across her shoulders, and lifted her slim, athletic body in an airplane spin. Sick and dizzy, Batgirl felt a thrill of fear at her dangerous predicament. She struggled wildly, and her long, shapely legs flailed the air madly, but to no avail.

Catwoman held Batgirl securely trapped across her shoulder, and spun around, whirling the alarmed girl in dizzying circles, as she built up speed. As Catwoman readied herself, to hurl the heroic crimefighter, to the ground, Batgirl somehow spied a thick fallen log. Was Catwoman aiming her body at that?

Batgirl wailed fearfully. "Oooooh, nooo, don't!" Too late! Her body was already flying through the air, at an alarming speed. Batgirl landed on her back, spreadeagled across the log, just as Catwoman planned. The small of her back absorbed all the impact. Batgirl screamed in agony, and terror, convinced her back was broken. Gradually, she realized, she could still move her legs. The superb tone of tapered back muscles had saved her spine, but the searing pain in her back and kidneys was unbearable, and Batgirl wept involuntarily. She tried to free herself, to ease the agony, but her splendid, lithe body barely responded. She scratched at the dirt uselessly, and feebly wiggled her beautiful legs.

Catwoman stepped between Batgirl's widespread legs, contemptuously sneering down into her young foe's face. "Stupid little bitch! You were going to arrest me, huh? Well, we'll see who pays for my crimes, you self-righteous little twat!" She stooped down, and grasped Batgirl's legs under her arms at the knees. Roughly, she dragged the weeping, helpless crimefighter off the log, bumping her shoulders and head purposely. Batgirl's wails filled the deserted clearing. Catwoman twisted suddenly, and sent Batgirl rolling.

Somehow the vestiges of her pride, brought the dazed crimefighter to her knees. Just then, Catwoman came up behind her. Seeing Batgirl's impudently rounded bottom sticking up in the air, and straining against the skin-tight nylon of her Batsuit, Catwoman licked her lips in delight. She slowly and deliberately kicked poor Batgirl in the behind, sending her hurtling forward on her belly.

Catwoman laughed at inflicting this indignity on the young crimefighter, then rolled the red-haired heroine over. There was no resistance left in Batgirl's battered body, but Catwoman still saw a glint of defiance in her tear-wet, blue eyes. Catwoman grabbed Batgirl's cape and cowl, and sat her up. She wrapped the cape was around Batgirl's arms, trapping them at her sides. Holding the cape closed with one hand, Catwoman viciously smacked Batgirl's face, back and forth. Batgirl whimpered, shamed by her utter helplessness. Her swollen, bee-stung lips pouted open, and her fair complexion flamed brightly, from the slaps. Her long eyelashes fluttered rapidly, behind her mask, blinking away the copious tears, flowing from her hurt, blue eyes.

Seeing the resistance fade from Batgirl's large, soulful, blue eyes, Catwoman let her trembling body flop back down on the ground. Then just to make sure, or perhaps just for the sheer feline fun of it, she stood up and knee-dropped into Batgirl's middle. Her knee sank into the stricken girl's belly. Batgirl gurgled, about the only sound she could utter. Her body jerked in agonizing spasms. Catwoman stooped over and grabbed Batgirl around the waist. She hauled her to her feet, and tossed the beaten heroine over her shoulder, like a bag of laundry.

Like a house cat with a wounded bird, Catwoman triumphantly carried her prize back into the Cat Lair. Now that she'd defeated the cocky young crimefighter Catwoman determined to teach her a lesson, she'd not soon forget. She mused. "I can always rob that jewel exhibit at the museum another day; it'll be there for three more weeks. I think teaching this impudent little slut, some proper manners, will be more fun!"

Inside the Cat Lair, Catwoman set Batgirl down, on her feet. The adorable young beauty tried to stand, but her legs betrayed her, and she sank down on the floor. Defeat left her in a state of shock. Batgirl shuddered in dread, as she looked up at the dominant feline who had just handed her, her first disastrous beating, as a crimefighter. She realized, she was in terrible danger. No one knew where she was. She was at Catwoman's mercy, and Batgirl instinctively knew, Catwoman had none. Catwoman quickly realized Batgirl's worst fears. She knelt down by her, and untied the Bat Cowl.

"Don't you dare!" Batgirl wailed frantically, as Catwoman began to lift the cowl and mask from her face. Exposure of her true identity could permanently end her career as a crimefighter. "How dare you? Oh let go of me, you nasty witch!" Catwoman laughed in delight. Batgirl continued to whimper, in protest, but there was nothing she could do to stop the feline, arch-criminal, from exposing her face and her own identity. Once her mask was gone, Batgirl suddenly felt naked and scared. If the evil Catwoman could unmask her so easily, she was hardly a crime fighting heroine.

Catwoman laughed in delight. "So Commissioner Gordon's wimpy, little, librarian daughter is really the indomitable, well maybe not so indomitable, Batgirl! How delicious! You should have stayed in the library, Sweetie, and left the big girls alone!" Batgirl thought, maybe Catwoman was right.

"I never met anyone so scarey!" Batgirl silently admitted to herself. "What will she do to me?" She began to tremble in fear.

Catwoman removed Batgirl's utility belt, next. "You won't be needing this again, Sweetie!" Catwoman purred. She examined Batgirl's nylon Bat Suit. It was a two-piece affair. Catwoman slid the upper part up Batgirl's slim, athletic torso, exposing the redhead's delectable bosom.

"How adorable!" Catwoman cackled, tweaking a pouting, little nipple.

"Pl-please, don't do that!" Batgirl whimpered, reverting to the shy, timid librarian, she thought she left behind, when she donned the Bat Suit. This purring feline completely unnerved her.

"Now, now my dear! That's the price you must pay for failure!" Catwoman pontificated.

Her courage and pride seemed to have deserted the defeated, unmasked young crimefighter. She sobbingly begged Catwoman. "Please! Let me go! I'll never bother you again! I swear, I won't! Honest! I'll go back to my job at the library, and never bother anyone again, if you'll just let me go!"

"No, no, My dear! I can't do that! You know too much!" Catwoman purred in reply.

"Are you going to kill me?" Batgirl whimpered miserably.

"Oh, nothing, so drastic, as that, My Dear! No, I think I'll keep you as a pet! You really are an adorable, little thing! First, though, you must learn to obey me! A little discipline will do wonders for that brazen attitude of yours!"

"Please don't hurt me!" Batgirl pleaded, but the remorseless Catwoman sat down in her large arm chair, and pulled the weakly struggling, young redhead, face down, across her lap. She patted Batgirl's upthrust derriere. "You have such a cute, little behind, I'll give you that my little Batslut!" Catwoman laughed. She thrust her fingers into the waistband of the body stocking, and pulled Batgirl's nylon tights down off her impudent bottom, exposing the firmly muscled white buttocks, so deliciously formed.

"Oh Dear God! She's looking at my naked heinie!" Batgirl realized, wanting to crawl in a hole somewhere and die. "This is so embarrassing! She isn't really going to spank me, is she? Daddy never spanked me, even when I was a little girl!" Batgirl speculated in growing dread.

Indeed, Catwoman was going to spank her, and painfully hard, too. Catwoman raised her arm and brought her gloved hand down, as hard as she could, on Batgirl's bare bottom. Batgirl yelped. "Oww, that hurt!" She admitted to herself. "Well, I've taken a lot worse than this! I guess I can take a little spanking, without any trouble!"

By the fourth slap, Batgirl was yelping louder and louder. "Qwww! Isn't she ever going to stop? It burns so!" She kicked her legs desperately to ease the fierce burning sensation.

Batgirl lost count of the blows after twenty something. By then she was sobbing and whimpering out loud. "Stop it! Stop it! It hurts! Oh, you mean, nasty witch, you're hurting me so!" She scarcely looked, or sounded like the bold, confident heroine, who confronted Catwoman, so short a time ago.

Along with the pain, Batgirl felt strange stirrings, deep within her womanhood. Her precious little pussy was hot and tingling. "Oh it feels like when I wake up in the middle of the night, and I'm touching myself!" Batgirl marveled through the pain. "Ohh what's happening to me? I feel like I'm going to explode! Dear Lord! I must be having an orgasm!"

As she paddled the redhead's cute, little butt, Batgirl's knowing feline tormentor saw the signs of arousal and explosive release. "Why the little slut likes it! She's getting off on getting spanked! How marvelous!" Catwoman gloated.

Poor Batgirl was in an agony of shame and self-doubt. "I've heard of perverted people who like to be hurt! Dear God! I didn't think I was like that!"

Batgirl was still sobbing, when Catwoman let her slide off her lap. Batgirl crouched at the older woman's feet, and looked up fearfully, rubbing her smarting behind. She still felt those strange horrible feelings in her wet pussy.

"Don't you want to rub your hot, little pussy too, Batgirl?" Catwoman snickered, cruelly.

"Oh God! She knows! How can I ever live with myself? How did she guess?" Batgirl agonized. Catwoman looked so stern and unconquerable, when she looked down into Batgirl's eyes, that Batgirl feared she was looking right into her soul. It was a terrifying feeling.

"She's so strong, and she seems to know every thing about me! She scares me! Why did you ever try to capture her, you little fool?" Batgirl gulped silently. She had an uncontrollable impulse to beg Catwoman 's forgiveness, so the stern frightening criminal would leave her alone. It was terribly distressing to feel such overpowering fear of another person.

Catwoman stood up, and removed her own Catsuit. Batgirl's heart hammered in fear of the dreadful, black-haired criminal. Naked she was even scarier then dressed! Once naked, Catwoman silently guided Barbara's face to her crotch. The terrified redhead didn't dare refuse the unspoken command! Better to please the terrifying criminal, than incur her greater wrath.

The terrible shock of her first defeat, her unconditional surrender to the evil criminal genius, and the horrifying aftermath, permanently scarred the young crimefighter. Batgirl would never be the same again. Catwoman turned her into a cringing little slave in one lesson. Remembering that terrible humiliation, now, as the mighty Supergirl tongued her eager pussy, increased Batgirl's fervid, unnatural excitement. The reluctant Supergirl finally brought her to an excited orgasmic climax. She looked down at Supergirl's golden head, humbly bowed before her. The sight pleased her. "See! It can even happen to the great Supergirl!" Batgirl told herself. Demeaning her onetime friend and ally, was one means of assuaging her own shame.

Next day, Catwoman brought the unfortunate Supergirl back to the dungeon. Supergirl immediately noticed, with a thrill of terror, that since her last visit, the examination table had been brought to the room. Supergirl had terrible, traumatic memories of that examination table. She could never forget Catwoman's terrible violation of her with two Kryptonite phalluses.

"Not again! Please, not again!" Supergirl prayed silently. Catwoman saw the beautiful, blond girl's terror and smiled.

"I see you remember my table, Supergirl. I'm afraid you haven't lived up to my hopes, and its time for another lesson, on it. That's what happens to bad little superheroines, who don't obey my orders!"

Catwoman forced Supergirl to climb up on the examination table, with two or three swats on her naked behind. Though not hard, any blows from Catwoman's Kryptonite impregnated gloves stung Supergirl's Kryptonite-sensitive, white skin, like the very blazes. She yelped loudly, and the smarting pain brought tears to her big, blue eyes. Catwoman made her kneel upright, while she secured Supergirl's ankles to the corners of the table. Then she pushed Supergirl face down. and secured her slave collar to a heavy-duty staple, so Supergirl's cheek was pressed down on the table. Catwoman could still look into her frightened blue eyes. She liked to watch her victim's reactions, as she worked on them. Next, she handcuffed the nude blond's hands behind her back. Now Supergirl's big, delectably muscled behind thrust vulnerably high in the air. It gleamed under the bright light shining down on the table.

Catwoman picked up a jar of Vaseline, and roughly parted Supergirl's muscular, ivory- fleshed buttocks, to expose her tiny anus, still showing the ravages of the last assault. Catwoman lubricated the tiny button like opening.

"See how nice I am, to you, Dear, and you such an ungrateful little minx?" Catwoman chattered, carelessly. "I'm making it easy for your little bum-hole, with this lubricant. Of course my new Kryptonite dildo is somewhat larger then the last one. I may have to keep increasing the size to accommodate the inevitable enlargement that will occur in your, what shall we say, nether regions! Yes, your nether regions!"

Supergirl could hardly help, but know what was coming. "Oohh, no! Not there! No, please! Oh, don't!"

"Well, Dear Girl! It's entirely up to you, almost out of my hands, you might say. Just vow to me, you'll capture your friend Wonder Woman, for me! It's as easy as that!"

Supergirl valiantly bit her lip, to keep from screaming her assent. Catwoman saw the terrible strain, going on in the tormented heroine's face.

"Oh, My Dear! Did I show you my new, mechanical device?" From a compartment under the table, Catwoman brought out a diabolical looking contrivance, consisting of a huge baseball-bat-sized, green dildo attached to a sturdy frame. Catwoman pressed a switch, and the dildo began to ram, to and fro, with ponderous power. "Isn't this ingenious, Dear? I can hook this up to your sweet, little 'nether regions,' and this will provide a delightful anal stimulation for you, while I go out, and do my errands, for hours at a time. It's powered by an industrial strength electrical motor. See, the frame can accommodate a much larger size apparatus, too, as it becomes necessary. We can use this every day until you're ready to promise me!"

Supergirl looked at the terrible, demonic implement of torture, and knew she had no more strength or will to resist. Any betrayal or treachery was better than this ongoing hell of punishment.

"Oh God! No, Catwoman! Don't, please! I'll do what you want! I'll help you capture Wonder Woman. Oh, God help her, and may God forgive me!" Supergirl wept brokenly, almost babbling eagerly, in her terror, yet knowing Catwoman had enslaved her beyond any hope of resistance.

Catwoman patted Supergirl's golden head, and whispered. "That's my good girl!"

In the corner, Batgirl stood, with both hands pressed to her mouth. She sucked, infantilely, on one of her fingers. There was a look of disappointment in her eyes, when Catwoman put the terrible machine away.

Can Wonder Woman rescue her two fellow crimefighers, or will the dauntless Amazon, herself, fall victim to Catwoman's evil schemes? Will Supergirl really betray her friend and mentor Wonder Woman? Can Batgirl resist Catwoman's domination, and redeem her honor and herself? To be continued in: "Superheroine Jeopardy. Part 2. Amazon at Bay." Same Cat Channel Same Cat Time!

Superheroine Jeopardy part 1