As SuperBecca struggled to help Wonder Woman regain both consciousness and her Amazonian super powers, MegaWoman returned to her private sanctum within the base/starship and pondered her battle against Earth's mightiest superheroines. "What a joke!" thought MegaWoman as she peeled away the skin tight top of her costume from her powerful shoulders, allowing its fabric to drop down until restrained by the wide belt that encircled her waist. "If those were this planet's best -- well....there's not much of a challenge for me here. Two of them were nothing more than mere GIRLS..... Super GIRL and Power GIRL while the one who dared to call herself a WOMAN was little better ....WONDER Woman ..... All I WONDER is why she thought she -- or any of them -- thought they could stand a chance against MEGA WOMAN! Makes me wonder what the MALE superbeings on this planet are like. I've heard that this Supergirl has a cousin..... Super MAN! If his cousin is any example, I doubt he'd be that much of a challenge. Maybe take him to bed instead of givin' him a fight....if his stamina is up to it!
"HA HA HA!" MegaWoman cradled her magnificent, bare breasts in the palms of her hands. Although Powergirl had landed numerous blows upon MegaWoman's chest, the skin remained unblemished without any sign of bruise or injury. The same could be said for MegaWoman's heavily muscled abdomen -- to which her hands moved; caressing the powerfully chiseled ridges of muscle that had resisted Powergirl's furious fists with apparent ease. Again, no sign the battle that had seen Powergirl throw everything she had against MegaWoman. As she continued to inspect and sensuously touch her own body, MegaWoman could not help but think of what would happen next. "Surely they will try to escape," she thought. "not much harm in that. But perhaps they'll be foolish enough to try to fight their way out. These babes have probably never tasted the defeat they just had to swallow..... they'll think that somehow they can still be victorious because they always have been. Well...they've never been up against MegaWoman before!
MegaWoman removed the rest of her costume leaving it carelessly discarded behind on the floor. Wearing nothing but her white platform-soled thigh-high boots she admired herself before a large reflective panel -- a high-tech mirror. The image was truly magnificent -- a body that outclassed Powergirl and Wonder Woman... perhaps even rivaling SuperBecca herself. Muscles were stacked upon muscles forming a body that was as hard as any heroine had ever possessed yet was as perfectly sculpted and proportioned as any classical goddess. Her skin bronzed and smooth, her blonde hair full and thick cascading down over her shoulders. MegaWoman was obviously pleased with what she saw. She spun on her toes and powerfully strode through an open doorway from which soon came the sounds of cascading water followed shortly by the white boots tossed out to join her discarded costume.
While MegaWoman had shown no scars of battle, the same could not be said for the defeated heroines left behind in the "Temple of Conquests." Powergirl was still motionless -- crumpled on the floor, soaked in her own sweat from the exertion of fighting MegaWoman and in the blood from wounds received in the fight. An occasional pain filled moan was the only sign that Powergirl was even still alive. SuperBecca kneeled alongside Wonder Woman silently imploring the fallen Amazon to regain both consciousness and power now that Becca had managed to re-attach, albeit backwards, her magic girdle. Becca was chilled as the Temple had begun to grow cold following MegaWoman's departure. Without her own superpowers -- which would not return as long as she was trapped within the starship, shielded from the yellow rays of the sun -- Becca could not withstand the cold that was creeping into the Temple for very long. Becca pulled up the top of her makeshift costume, re-covering her breasts which had literally been pounded out of the skimpy outfit by MegaWoman's devastating blows to Becca's body. With her own modesty now somewhat restored though finding herself little, if any, warmer and having nothing else come to mind that could aid Diana, Becca reached across the still inert Amazon to pull Diana's own golden-eagle crested bustier up over her breasts which had been exposed by MegaWoman following Wonder Woman's defeat. Diana's costume normally struggled to cover her magnificently full bosom but Becca had no problem repositioning it over a body that was clearly weakened, power deprived and, as a result, shrunken. Despair fell across Becca as the full extent of Diana's depletion was recognized. How could the three mightiest heroines have been beaten so easily and how could the almost sickly looking Amazon be their salvation?
SuperBecca cradled the still inert body of Wonder Woman in her arms. She could feel Diana's heart beating and her lungs breathing but they both seemed weak ..... hardly the powerful Amazonian life-signs Becca had hoped would return following the replacement of Diana's magic girdle. Becca's hopes had fallen about as low as her reserves of super energy when suddenly she felt Diana move and heard a low moan. Though the movement and sound was rather pathetic for a superheroine, it was the first sign that Diana might be regaining consciousness and gave Becca sagging spirits a powerful boost. Another feeble movement and groan came from Wonder Woman even as Becca shifted her supportive hold on Diana's still limp body so that she could see her face to face. Becca's buoyed spirits came crashing back down as she gazed on the face of the Amazon. Diana's mouth hung open with her toung partially dangling out one side -- a trickle of blood and drool flowing from beneath the slack toung across her once powerful jaw and down her neck. Weak breaths passed in and out through her open mouth barely causing her once proud chest to rise and fall. The moaning sounds emanating from Diana's mouth continued but nothing even closely resembling speech followed. Becca's gaze moved from Wonder Woman's mouth to her eyes which had, up to now, been closed. They were open but both pupils were completely rolled up into Diana's skull leaving only a deathly white filling both sockets to stare out at Super Becca in despair. "Diana," Becca pleaded softly not wishing to be heard if MegaWoman was still near by.
"Diana......please......snap out of it! I replaced your girdle....you have your powers back! Please......." Becca's words were uncharacteristic -- Supergirl doesn't plead or beg. Yet with her super powers almost totally depleted and the two other heroines -- Wonder Woman and Powergirl -- appearing to be even more seriously devastated, Becca's situation was like none other than she had ever experienced. She no longer felt like the invincible SuperBecca but felt totally defeated
"Diana.....Wonder Woman....," Becca still implored Wonder Woman to regain her senses though it had become obvious that there was something seriously wrong with the once mighty Amazon. "She didn't hit her head THAT hard," thought Becca -- thinking back to Diana's crash into the wall of the Temple of Conquests. Becca turned her eyes towards the wall, only now seeing the full extent of the impact -- a deep bowl-shaped impression where Wonder Woman's head -- propelled by the force of MegaWoman's awesome power -- had slammed into the solid metal wall. "But......but you're.....invulnerable! You're Wonder Woma........" Becca's whispers faded away as a horrible thought came to her. "Diana was out of control and weakened by the previous battle with MegaWoman. Maybe not focusing her powers, or too weak.....or both! She hit her head too hard...... Oh my God......" the horrible though likely truth finally dawned upon Becca, "Brain damage! That bitch, "Becca's thoughts referring to MegaWoman, "she hit Diana's head so hard on that wall that she injured her brain!" The probable truth struck like a thunderbolt as Wonder Woman continued to twitch and gurgle pathetically in Becca's arms. If Diana's Amazonian brain was indeed damaged, she might never recover, might never be Wonder Woman again! "What can I do," SuperBecca frantically thought; desperately searching her memory for any experience in her long career that would give her even some clue as to what she might do next to save herself and her helpless comrades from the treachery of MegaWoman. But try as she might, Becca could find no past predicament that compared to the situation she found herself in now. All three heroines were soundly beaten -- Wonder Woman perhaps irreversibly injured. Powergirl still lay crumbled across the room but she had expended all her power fighting MegaWoman. She would recover but it would take time -- more time that the heroines had. Becca herself was in a similar situation -- the three battles against MegaWoman in the past several days coupled with the absence of yellow sun energy had depleted her own previously prodigious power reserves. If Becca could not escape and expose herself to the sun, she would remain in her current, weakened state. Only Wonder Woman still had power -- her brief fight with MegaWoman had surely not been enough to drain her magic girdle of it's fabulous energies but Diana was hopelessly injured; her brain seemingly damaged during the battle. She could make no use of her power. "If only Kara or I were the ones that were injured," thought Becca, "then Diana would be able to use her power to save us."
Suddenly an idea formed in Becca's mind. "Or!" she thought, "what if one of us had her power!?! Diana's girdle gives her Wonder Woman's super powers......what would it do for me?
TO BE CONTNUED