"So what are you going to do, 'warrior'?", he gloated, firmly gripping her tender left buttock in his right hand while almost tenderly tracing his left hand down from his throat through her huge cleavage, down her soft belly before inserting 3 fingers into her holiest-of-holies.
"Th-this!" she whimpered with more courage than she felt, before socking her assailant across the jaw with as much force as could muster. He merely smiled, inserted his fourth finger, and teased her swollen clitoris with his thumb.
"Oh dear!", he smirked. "Was that your best shot? Is the 'mighty' Wonder Woman really as formidable an opponent as a one-legged men in a butt-kicking contest?" Fruitless tears of impotent despair was his only response, and confusion as she felt her body starting to react to his most unwelcome touch. He felt her start to shudder and he continued to encourage her along.
"Ooh look, Wonder Whore's getting off on it! Where's your amazon discipline now, you worthless little slut?" He speeded up his stroke while she tried to protest, both of her enfeebled hands together not remotely capable of impeding his progress. "N-no. You can't do this. I'm a guh, a good girl. I'm - AIEEEEEE!" Her destroyed self-discipline disappeared in a hot and messy flood, and he withdrew his sodden fingers and rammed them in her throat, making her gag anew in her shame and utter confusion. What on earth was wrong with her?
"PUT HER DOWN!" A fresh and almost commanding voice came from behind him. He turned casually, dropping the gibbering Wonder Woman like a wet rag, chuckling to himself about how long it would take her to pull herself together. "Ooh look", he sniggered, "the Barbie twins have woken up. I guess you Kryptonians have pretty thick skulls - bimbos like you need them! So, what are you two silly girlies going to try to do?"
Supergirl and Powergirl had indeed risen VERY shakily to their feet, leaning very heavily upon each other to keep themselves upright, heads ringing, insufficient costumes in total disarray, swollen chests heaving up and down for breath. Supergirl fruitlessly tried to bore a hole in his head with her long-departed heat vision, the effort meaning she leaned ever more heavily into her curvaceous cousin. Powergirl was almost overwhelmed, muttering entirely empty threats that they were going to 'take him down'.
He checked out the room before strolling over to his new 'opponents'; the Invisible Woman and Mary Marvel were conscious but with their swollen udders unable to affect anything. He could see the despairing Wonder Woman pathetically crawling towards her 'power items' in the forlorn hope that they may yet give her a fighting chance against him, her progress slow with one hand clutching herself. The once-formidable Black Widow was succeeding only in tangling herself up further in the bedraggled remnants of her costume; her departed and once-lethal skills permanently removed from her. Her perfect body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat, her only reward from incalculable effort. The betrayal of Spider-Woman, and the Black Canary's abilities still rendered them completely out of the picture, and there seemed no signs of movement from any of Batgirl, Zatanna, or the Green Lantern either. There was some fitful stirring from the delectable Firestar and he looked forward to renewing their earlier acquaintance.
But for now he faced the two last daughters of Krypton, the most powerful women on earth just a few minutes ago; now they looked rather less of a challenge. Their dulled minds and slackened reflexes rendered their attempt to steel themselves for his arrival as little more than comical, managing little more than fluttering eyelashes and heaving bosoms. Still leaning on each other shoulder-to-shoulder they feebly attempted to ball their hands up into fists, looking about as formidable as a pair of freshly nuetured chihuahuas. "We'll show you!" murmured Supergirl. "Now we'll see who's in charge!" agreed Powergirl.
He stepped forward with complete disdain for what they could do to him - four tiny fists indeed patted his torso entirely ineffectually. "Oh dear, little blondies can't hurt me - such a shame! Come on, try again..." He goaded them, standing inches in front of them with his hands behind him, and they confusedly swatted at him again and again, completely exhausting their meagre reserves to no positive effect. All too soon their quivering arms dropped to their sides, too shattered to raise them. Gaping mouths dribbled drool on their heaving chests in a sign of complete defeat
"All done, girlies?", he snickered. "Has justice prevailed? Have the mighty Kryptonians done all you can? Do you need a little rest?" He possessively stroked Supergirl's terrified face, totally uncomprehending of her reversal of fortunes. Powergirl gasped desperately - "You can't beat us - she's (gasp) Supergirl, and I'm (pant) Powergirl."
"Really!? Which is which? Neither of you seem very super or powerful. You really don't seem very bright - it looks like you are natural blondes - better check!" Without further ado he dived his right hand straight down her enlarged tit window, dived deep, took a firm grip of her tuft of pubic hair, and calmly ripped it out, her once invulnerable flesh now rather less so. The stricken Powergirl wailed desperately as she sank to her knees in indescribable agony. He calmly nodded "Yup, you really are a natural blonde!", blowing her private hair in his face.
Meanwhile, Supergirl staggered back desperately; awkwardly managing two steps, before starting to topple sidewards.
"Easy, sweetcheeks", he grinned, possessively clutching her bare ass and steadying her. "Now, where do you think that you're going?"
"G-get away", she whimpered, terrified at the damage that he had done to her fellow Kryptonian, mortified for her cousin, but very aware that anything he had done to her, he could easily repeat on her.
"Don't worry, I can see you're a natural blonde" (Despite the horror of the situation, she still blushed vermillion). "But there's nothing 'Super' about you" He grasped her once-commanding emblem in both hands and tore her costume neatly in twain straight to the bottom of her ludicrous mini-skirt. "That's more like it - maybe 'Nudeygirl', 'Helplessgirl', or 'Can't-help-yourself-or-anyone-else-girl'..." She sank to her knees in defeat.
"Now, I think you two need a little nap...", and he calmly bashed their heads together, and they dropped like stones.
He turned around. Wonder Woman had managed to scramble her way to her girdle and lariat, and he saw her clumsily fastening it around her waist, taking several attempts to close the simple latch; and leaning heavily against the wall, clamber to her feet. "Back for more Wonder Wobblies?", he grinned.
"I... am... Wonder... Woman", she hissed. "Maybe NOW you'll learn my name". She pulled her shaking arm back and launched her lariat towards him with long-practised skill. She could command him to stand down. She could make him forget what he had already done to her. She could...
She couldn't throw it even a foot. Even with her supposed girdle of power, she found herself ridiculously enfeebled. He was upon her before she got a second try. He snatched it from her grasp with consummate ease. "That's right - Wonder Wobblies! I always knew girls can't throw..."
Once again she tried to strike him, this time with a vicious two-handed cruncher that landed on his jaw like a butterfly on a flower. He smiled devilishly. Wonder Woman gaped in shock anew - even with her belt and her most powerful punch he was simply laughing at her - what on earth was wrong with her? He again slipped his hand inside her, but this time her whole fist; "Seeing as you liked it so much last time..."
Desperately she tried to push him away - she may as well have tried to push Mount Everest. Her resistance was gone! Having shamefully came as a result of his ministrations once, this time she squirted over him after the shortest of moments. Climaxing twice in such proximity was simply devestating to her, and she keeled over gibbering, each limb spasming ridiculously as she howled repeatedly to the heavens.
"Always nice to see a Warrior in control", he snickered.
He glanced around for any signs of lingering resistance - Firestar had managed to come to and was attempting to run, heaving ineffectually at the heavy handle of the exit door - while the heroines had once strolled through it so easily; now it was far too much for any of them to handle. "Trying to leave so soon, Angel? Are you all fwightened with no-one left to protect you?"
She span around like a guilty child, fully aware of her limited chances on this situation. "N-no", she whimpered. "W-we'll beat you yet!"
"I'm sure..." he grinned. "Now, seeing as you're so keen to open that door, it's time that we had a chat..."
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