MegaWoman had successfully thrashed the three most powerful heroines this puny planet called "Earth" had sent to face her. Wonder Woman, PowerGirl and even the mighty Supergirl (aka Becca) had fallen before her. Yet somehow, they had kept coming back for more. "Those bitches are stubborn!" thought MegaWoman as she exited her boudior, "I've beaten them all ...badly ... but they won't submit to my obvious supremacy. How many times to I have to knock them senseless before they realize that alone or together they are simply no match for MegaWoman?"
Striding purposefully down the sterile corridor of her space-worthy lair, the high heels of MegaWoman's white thigh boots clicked loudly against the cold, hard floor. Upon this same floor, two of MegaWoman's victims - Wonder Woman and PowerGirl - lay battered and spent; beaten in futile combat against the overwhealmng force of MegaWoman. Slumped against the tubes bearing the costumes of MegaWoman's previously beaten foes from across the galaxy - including their own - in what MW called her Temple of Conquests, Diana and Kara were mercifully unconcious and oblivious to the aching of their injured bodies. They could not hear the clicks of MegaWoman's booted strides nor feel the chill of knowing that once again this unbelievably powerful foe was approaching. But a third heroine could ... and did hear the sound ...... SuperBecca!
Becca, still clad in the skimpy black outfit she had been dressed in by MegaWoman when she had been defeated and stripped of her famous blue garb, froze! She had left her beaten conrades behind in the temple to search out MegaWoman but had not expected her foe to come so quickly. "Not sure ..... if I'm prepared!" thought Becca. Becca's own Kryptonian power had been nearly exhausted by the repeated battles against MegaWoman but was beginning to reassert itself; creeping back into Becca's muscles lika an old, familiar friend. However, Becca knew that even at her best, she had been no match for the platimium haired dominatrix MegaWoman. She had too many aches and bruises in and upon her supposedly invulnerable body to prove that. For the inevitable coming battle though, Becca had as additional weapon. Wonder Woman's magic girdle, given to Diana by the Gods of Olympus, encirceled her waist. It's energies bolstered Becca's own power, making her feel stronger than ever before.
Becca pivoted around to face the source of the clicking sound. As she did so, she wobbled on the high heels of the balck boots MegaWoman had placed upon her mighty legs. "Whoa...." thought Becca. "Still not all that steady." She placed her hands upon Wonder Woman's girdle, assuming the best rendition of her famous Power Stance she had been able to muster in days. It was still not perfect but gave Becca confidence. "Here comes trouble.." she thought. "I hope Diana's Gods are smiling on me and these powers are enough....."
SuperBecca prepared to fight - once again - MegaWoman.
SuperBecca dropped from her Power Stance and quietly moved in the direction of the clicking sound - the sound of MegaWoman's boot heels striking the hard floor of the spacecraft. She would have greatly preferred to have given herself more time to rebuild her Kryptonian powers - which were regrouping within her body but slowed by the lack of direct yellow sunlight which they craved - and to have learned to master the power flowing to her from Wonder Woman's magic girdle. But time was clearly not on Becca's side. Her own body ached horribly from the repeated beatings but that was nothing compared to the injuries sustained by Wonder Woman and PowerGirl who were unconcious in MegaWoman's "Temple of Conquests" and probably in desparate need of medical care for their injuries.
The clicking sound grew louder and louder. The suddenly it stopped!
MegaWoman stood in the entry to the "Temple of Conquests;" it's dramatically lit cylinders each holding a crystalline heroic female form clad in a costume of a vanquished opponent. In the shadows, MegaWoman saw PowerGirl and Wonder Woman - inert and helpless in makeshift clothing - two of the cylinders held their famous costumes symbolizing thier earlier defeat by MegaWoman. The clicking sound resumed as MegaWoman approached the fallen heroines.
"Silly sluts," MegaWoman gloated over Kara and Diana's lifeless bodies. "You dared to face me.....Well, obviously THAT was a mistake. Look at you....pity - though really I have none for you .... with your powers exhausted you look so small and fragile. As easily crushed as an insect." MegaWoman reached down and grasped Diana's wrist, her huge hand easily encompassing the magical bracelet that protected Wonder Woman from bullets. Closing her hand, the bracelet initially resisted MegaWoman's grasp but then yielded, bending inward as MegaWoman's unyielding grip crushed first it's magical metal, then the bone of it's wearer's vulnerable wrist. Had Diana been concious, the pain would have been immense but she felt nothing in the blackness that surrounded her. MegaWoman released Diana allowing the heroine's arm to fall limply back to her side. The bracelet was badly deformed and Diana's hand lay cocked at a painful looking angle belying the crushed wrist below the mangled metal.
"You WERE so beautiful, so luscious." MegaWoman reached out with her leg and touched Wonder Woman's exposed bussom with the toe of her pristine white boot. With her Amazonian powers gone, Diana's body had diminshed in size and her normally fabulous breasts which rode atop the equally fabulous pectoral musclature of her chest were no longer the magnificent orbs which had turned many a mortal criminal into a helplessly drooling fool. But, Diana remained well endowed and her breasts made an ample target for MegaWoman's cruelity as she drove first her toe, then the high heel of her boot into Diana's breast leaving what would surely be yet more ugly bruises on the fallen Amazon's battered body. A further insult - a stomp to Diana's belly which was no longer protected by the sheath of virtually invulnerable muscle - then MegaWoman turned to PowerGirl. Kara was as helpless as Diana and was about to be the next recipiant of MegaWoman's cruel ravages......
MegaWoman grasped the loosely sagging front of PowerGirl's costume and snatched the heroine from the floor. With her free hand, balled into a fist, she slugged Kara in the belly. Kara's body swung violently from the force of the blow but PowerGirl remained out cold and made not a sound or move of protest in response to the punishment she was receiving. MegaWoman was about to slam her fist into PowerGirl again, when a familiar and emboldened voice from behind caught her attention and stopped her punch in mid-swing....
"Let go of her ...... Bitch!" commanded Supergirl (aka Becca) as she mustered all of her bravado and assumed the Power Stance will almost an adequate degree of believeability. Had she only had her famous blue costume, red boots and billowing red cape instead of the foolish black lingere and tottering stilletto heeled boots that MegaWoman had dressed her in Becca just might have pulled off the confrontation with a just a bit of intimidation. But in her make-shift garb, she looked somewhat less than fully intimidating as MegaWoman dropped PowerGirl into a heap on the floor and instantly pivoted to meet her foe.
"Well, well," she replied, "if it isn't Super Weenie back again! My research into you sissy-heroines told me you'd be the last one to wise up and give up. But I didn't know you all liked so much to be BEAT UP!"
Becca remained steadfast in her Power Stance but it was taking all the courage she had to remain standing there boldy - but terribly vulnerablely. Laughing, MegaWoman assumed the same Power Stance as Becca but with much more convincing results as her magnificent body towered atop white platformsoled high heeled thigh boots. Her muscled thighs bearly dissappeared beneath the full white miniskirt and her magnificant chest strained the fabric of camisole-like top. Her shiny platinum hair cascaded acorss powerful shoulders. She was a frightening contast to the bruised, blood stained, dirty and sweat matted SuperBecca and she knew it. She laughed. The she saw Wonder Woman's magic girdle cinched around Becca's bare middrift. "Well, well again, UW roared heartily, "I see you have a new toy! It did her no good," she exclaimed pointing a muscled arm ending in a long, elegant ring encircled and perfectly manicured finger at Wonder Woman who lay alongside PowerGirl, motionless, half spilling from her bustier costume following MegaWoman's earlier tortureous fondling. "And," she continued, I assure you it will do you no better."
Suddently MegaWoman charged the still blodly posing Supergirl and the Battle - perhaps the last battle - was joined!
More rapidly that even SuperBecca's super vision could follow, MegaWoman closed the distance between them and began pummeling Becca's gut just above Wonder Woman's magic gridle with punch after super charged punch. The pounding almost overwhealmed The Girl of Steel's already over-taxed abs and drove her staggering backward - wobbly on the stiletto heels of the black boots which were part of the make-shift outfit MegaWoman had dressed her in after she stole Becca's famous red and blue costume. MegaWoman pressed onward, her juggernaut blows seeming to come even harder and faster. Becca's magnificent body had never felt such punishment. MegaWoman's fists had expelled all of the air from Begga's lungs, leaving the nearly helpless heroine gasping for precious breath. Har arms faliled uselessly at her side - Becca simply could not concentrate to coordinate any offense through the pain being inflicted by MegaWoman. This was a far worse beating that SuperBec had faced in any of her previous battles with MegaWoman. She knew that she couldn't withstand the abuse much longer. Even her Kryptonian body had it's limits......
TO BE CONTNUED