This story contains graphic violence, rape and n/c sexual scenes. It is
most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature
over the age of twenty-one.
Some of you may be
familiar with the heroines of the
Superfamily from some of my other stories. However, this series of five
stories takes place in an alternate time continuum, in which the Troll
Princess, Erishka, and her evil descendants never existed.
three heroines have reached the present day, undefeated and perpetually
triumphant in their crusade against crime and evil.
Supermom (Laura White)
Superlass (Betty White)
A College Acquaintance.
At their secret crimefighting
headquarters in Capital City, the Superfamily heroines, had received
reports of two red headed females
engaged in procuring young women for illegal vice. Superlass
had turned in the report and claimed the right to handle the
situation. As always, her mother, Supermom, was a little reluctant to
let her daughter act alone.
"Oh Mom! REALLY! You'd
think I was ten years old! I've been fighting
crime, on my own, since I was a teenager! I can certainly handle two
madams without any help!"
"Oh I know you can, Dear, but I
thought you might like a little help!"
"Really, Mom, I'll be fine!"
"Well all right, Dear, but remember
As Superlass flew off, the
majestic Matriarch of the Super clan, once
known as Superlady, but now in her distinguished golden years, known
affectionately to the adoring public as 'Supergran' sniffed
Laura! Betty's right! You really shouldn't be so protective! We both
had to learn to handle any
situation, ourselves! I certainly was never overly protective, when you
were Betty's age!"
Supermom bit her lip,
then automatically answered. "YES Mom!" Thinking "Hah! That's a
"I was especially concerned not
to be overprotective, because your
grandmother Super Woman was a bit skittish when I started my own
Moments later, when Superlass
strode into the procurer's lair, she was
amazed to find a
familiar acquaintance. When the young heroine was a senior in
college several years earlier, of course known by the name of her alter
ego Betty White, she was
assigned to mentor a brash young freshman, to be her "big sister".
Panthia had proved a difficult subject for mentoring, even for
a superheroine's alter-ego. Arrogant and opinionated, she didn't take
kindly to well-meant lectures on decorum, and proper behavior, from her
'big sister" She
bullied the other freshman girls, being an accomplished wrestler and
catfighter. In her first week on the wrestling team she was chosen to
be varsity captain by the coach, so impressive were her abilities.
Although a brilliant student, she was often in trouble with the College
authorities for her extracurricular activities.
Already severely strained by
Panthia's arrogant truculence, their
sisterly relationship was shattered completely, by an incident near
the end of the school year. One evening, Betty came out of the shower
nearly nude, but for a towel. She gasped in astonishment to find that
into her room, and was also naked. Before Betty recovered from her
Panthia actually made a pass at her. The virtuous, upright Superlass
was appalled at the bold suggestion of unnatural dalliance, by the
diminutive freshman girl.
The righteous young heroine,
went ballistic. She picked up Panthia
bodily and flung her across the room.
In her righteous wrath, Betty
exerted considerably more
force than she normally would as Superlass. She was instantly overcome
by remorse, and
apprehension, that she might have injured the smaller, younger girl.
resolved never to use such force again.
Panthia appeared unhurt though,
demonstrating an incredible, even
abnormal, resilience. Repulsed, the girl snarled threats as she got up
flounced off, furiously. Though relieved that Panthia was unhurt, Betty
was puzzled by her nonchalant recovery from what might have been
Unbeknownst to Betty and the
College authorities, Panthia wasn't quite
human, perhaps something more, and something less. She was, in fact, an
immature Banshee, a people who had diverged from the main stream of
humanity in the distant past. By the dawn of recorded history, only a
few remained, mainly located in what is now Ireland. However, by modern
times, though still few in number, they had like so many others from
that oft-unhappy island spread across the globe. Panthia herself was
and raised in America, though her mother was born on the European
Continent. When fully mature, the Banshees possessed strength and
abilities, that, though somewhat different, could well make them a
the Kryptonian women of Betty's own family.
Though not possessed of her
full banshee powers, at that age, Panthia
was already considerably stronger than most human beings. She was
therefore amazed that the demure Betty White, though certainly a larger
girl, had been able to fling her across the room with such ease.
"Hmmph!" The quick-witted
Panthia mused, as she slunk back to her own
room. "That mealy-mouthed bitch is strong as a gorilla!
Funny never see her in the gym! Of course, now that I think about
it, it's funny, whenever that bitch, Superlass, is around, our sweet
seems to disappear! That's interesting! Maybe it'll come in handy to
Betty White graduated, summa cum laude, a few weeks after the incident
in the dorm room, and left campus. Panthia had not seen the older
girl in the intervening three years, and had no occasion to make use of
her shrewd insight.
When Panthia, herself,
College, earlier that year, she moved
to Capital City, where her mother, Meroe, joined her. The two Banshees
were in the process of setting up a high-class call girl operation,
brazenly disregarding the proximity of the Superfamily Guardians of the
Panthia was less then pleased
at Superlass's interference with her
activities. Now was the time! She tauntingly made known her guess, as
to the blond
crimefighter's secret identity.
Superlass was aghast at the evilly grinning
girl's accurate guess. She brazenly tried to deny any
connection with her alter ego,
Betty White, but Panthia only laughed at her.
In the several years
since they last met, Panthia had matured into her full Banshee
strength. Now, feeling herself a match, even for a superheroine, she
rather relished the chance for a rematch with her former
Panthia ignored Superlass's
denial, and went on taunting her.
"That's sure a sexy Halloween
costume ya got on Betty! Kind of SLUTTY
though! Of course, they always said at school, that you were a real
TRAMP! Was that story about you, and blow jobs for the whole football
Superlass seethed at the
insult. Of course it wasn't true! Betty White
was always known at College as something of a bookish nerd, and a real
'bluestocking' who never dated. It was a family tradition that even a
superheroine's alter ego must be above reproach. She couldn't deny the
red haired girl's sneering comments, though, without confirming
Panthia's suspicions. The impetuous Superlass couldn't hold back some
kind of retort, though.
"I don't know who this 'Betty
White' you're talking about is, but I'm
sure that anything a nasty, little Weasel, LIKE YOU, is saying about
a LIE!" The furious, young superheroine snapped.
Panthia did not like to be
called a 'nasty little Weasel', at all, and
Panthia's slap nearly knocked
the stalwart defender of justice off her
feet, and stung like the blazes! For a second, Superlass doubted her
senses. Surely, NO human could hit THAT hard, not hard enough to
stagger and hurt a
Kryptonian, and the slap certainly had hurt!
No matter! Sometimes, foolish
tried to retaliate when apprehended, but
course, Superlass had always laughed off their blows, and even their
knives and bullets. Bullets just bounced off her sprightly bosom.
Though amazed that the diminutive Panthia could strike such a blow, her
mother and grandmother had always taught her,
that it was best, for the cause of justice to immediately punish such
transgressions. In this case, that seemed doubly true! Anyway, she
never really liked the younger girl! Naturally, she never let her
show, and until that one unforgivable transgression, had done her best,
Panthia in a sisterly fashion. Now, though, legs a little wobbly, her
smarting, for the first time, she forgot that resolve she made three
years ago, and struck back with her full super strength, smacking the
smaller girl across the face in righteous retribution.
Panthia squealed in pained
surprise, but she didn't go flying across
the room to crash into the wall, as Superlass expected, as had the huge
six and a half foot, three hundred pound wrestler she had hit with
considerably less force, last week.
Though she initiated the
exchange of slaps, Panthia was just as
furious as Superlass at being slapped. NOBODY slapped a Banshee, and
away with it! Panthia retaliated with
characteristic, nasty brutality, driving her knee up between
Superlass's shapely thighs.
Occasionally, some foolish
malefactor had rashly attempted such a
attack, as this, on the young
superheroine, but being all but impervious to harm, she had
off such cowardly attacks. Of course she always punished the vicious
brute appropriately for using such foul tactics. This was the
first time the
maneuver had been inflicted by a being possessing strength nearly equal
to her own; the result was a rude revelation. Superlass shrieked in
pained surprise, then stumbled backward, gasping and gurgling in
Before, Superlass recovered
from her surprising distress, Panthia
In addition to maturing
into her full Banshee powers, since they last met, Panthia possessed
other evil advantages, as
well. Due to her nasty, confrontational personality, as an immature
Banshee teenager, Panthia had become not
only a champion wrestler, but also a most accomplished catfighter,
scratching and hair-pulling. She doubted that even her Banshee claws
scratch Superlass, but she could certainly pull her blond hair,
Though Superlass was much
larger and stronger, than Panthia, even now that the girl possessed
her full, mature Banshee powers, the diminutive redhead made up for any
disparity in strength, with a vicious, sadistic skill, in hand-to-hand
combat, and a total disregard for the rules of good sportsmanship.
Superlass, who had never been in a catfight against a foe of near equal
powers, or in any catfight at all, for that matter, found herself at a
disadvantage. Panthia not only pulled her
hair with gleeful exuberance, jerking her head painfully from side to
side, but drove a bony knee into her gut, with distressing force.
This time, Panthia was the one
to hurl the other girl to the floor with
The alarmed Superlass scrambled
to her feet, and Panthia reached out to
grab her again. Superlass apprehensively tried to elude the smaller
girl, who had already proved such an unexpectedly dangerous
When Superlass tried to fend
her off, Panthia grabbed her outstretched
arm, gave it a painful twist, and then upended the tall blond, with a
skillful judo toss.
As Panthia flung the big,
blond superheroine to the floor, for the second time, she
kneed her in the belly again, while retaining her grip on her foe's
Following her to the floor,
Panthia gleefully bent and
twisted Superlass's trapped arm, until the
gorgeous blond was screeching shrilly.
Letting go of Superlass's arm,
Panthia swiveled around and caught her
screaming foe's beautiful face between her skinny, but steely
Superlass squawked in
The terrible pressure on her
head was too much, even for a mighty
Kryptonian woman; Superlass's eyes rolled, and consciousness
For a moment, the pressure of
Panthia's wiry thighs eased. Perhaps,
the youthful Banshee had grown careless, or perhaps, catlike, she was
toying with her prey. Whatever the reason, a moment before passing out,
grasped the opportunity, and, with a mighty lunge broke free from the
On her feet, Superlass
instinctively tried to get away from the
terrible little tigress, In just three short years, Panthia
had unexpectedly become the
most formidable, and yes, hard to admit, but for the first time in her
life, SCARY foe she ever faced.
Superlass didn't get more than
a step away, before Panthia grabbed her
After swinging Superlass this
way and that, and weakening her some
more, with a couple of damaging punches, Panthia swung the much larger
girl into the air by her long ponytail.
Superlass desperately tried to
use her flying ability to escape
Panthia's horrifying grasp, but unnerved and disoriented, she was
unable to concentrate her energies, effectively. There was no escape,
the hateful, young Banshee whirled her through the air, by the painful
grip on her hair.
Panthia slammed Superlass down
on the floor, with all her tremendous
Banshee strength. The impact rattled the walls. Although her body was
impervious to the impact with the floor, the landing rattled
Superlass's brain. It was the third time that the tiny redhead had
painfully flung her to the floor, like a rag doll.
Superlass apprehensively looked
up at her grinning foe. If she wasn't a
superheroine, you might think there was fear reflected in her big,
Panthia reached for her foe, as
Superlass, powerless to escape,
squealed in dismay.
As the appalled Superlass
squealed in shock, Panthia grabbed her
between her lush thighs, and by the shoulder, and hoisted her into the
air again, with a hold incredibly more painful than the last.
Superlass's fourth devastating
crash-landing, directly on her huge,
bosom was the most painful of them all.
Superlass huddled in a
twitching heap, unable to move. Panthia kicked
the trembling blond over on her back.
When Panthia kicked the
groggy Superlass over on her back, she
planted her foot on her fallen foe's svelte midriff and pinned her to
the floor. Wide awake now, Superlass looked up at the fiendish
lower lip trembling; she definitely looked scared, now.
When she tried to
move, she couldn't budge Panthia's foot; Superlass experienced near
struggled frantically to get loose, but could only wriggle
ineffectually, unable to dislodge the tiny, grinning redhead. She
might as well be nailed to the floor for all the good her fearful
bad enough being pinned helplessly beneath
the small redhead's boot,
but then Panthia made things a lot worse for her college mentor.
warning, and with snakelike quickness, Panthia leapt into
the air, and came down knees first, into Superlass's svelte belly.
The terrible impact of
Panthia's landing not only took her breath away,
but nearly knocked Superlass unconscious. As the gorgeous blond moaned
woozily in distress, Panthia reached for her blue halter.
Panthia's claws tearing at her
bodice fully roused Superlass.
Once she bared the heroine's
spectacular bosom, Panthia pinned the
mortified blond's arms to the floor, in an arrogant display of
mastery. Superlass struggled with all her waning strength to throw the
little redhead off her, but it was no use; she was beaten! It was a
bizarre experience for the invincible, young superheroine to be
abused by a bully! A bully hardly out of her teens, and barely half her
Her halter rudely stripped from
her sumptuous bosom, ignominiously
enduring her first defeat, Superlass was nearly in tears. NO! NO! She
MUST be brave! With a little sniffle, she gulped down the big lump in
Once the nasty, little bully
firmly established mastery over
defeated superheroine, she dragged her to her feet. Superlass protested
in a frightened whimper.
Panthia effortlessly hauled the
whimpering crimefighter to her feet. She handled the much
larger, more strongly built, older girl with ease. Thoroughly
intimidated by the smaller girl, Superlass was no longer the bold,
imperious superheroine, but despite the maturity of her magnificent,
bosom, looked more like, a scared, beaten little
Superlass cringed fearfully, as
Panthia reached for her fulsome
bosom, mouthwateringly delectable in its nudity.
When Superlass tried to avoid
the evil girl's avid clutches, Panthia
time making it clear, that she was in charge, and would take whatever
licentious liberties she chose to, with the defeated Superlass's
voluptuous charms. Cowed by defeat, the gorgeous crimefighter scarcely
tried to defend herself.
Cringing in pained, frightened
anguish, the tall, half-naked
crimefighter begged her tiny tormentor to stop the painful humiliating
Frighteningly convinced she had
no choice, Superlass steeled herself to
horrible, humiliating indignity of having another girl toy with her
breasts. She shuddered in revulsion.
Oh! How horrible for a
Superheroine to endure such indignities! Fondled
and toyed with, like a loose woman!
Worse than being used as an
erotic toy, was the gallant young heroine's
own unexpected response to Panthia's bold hands, a startling
self-revelation for the virtuous paragon of righteousness. The
diabolical, young Banshee immediately divined her victim's distressing
In horror at her own unexpected
weakness, Superlass turned away from
her tormentor covering her eyes in mortification.
Panthia was always
adaptable. If Superlass objected to having her
gorgeous breasts fondled, the versatile Banshee would seek other
targets. She turned her lewd attentions to Superlass's boldly jutting
Panthia caught the tall, blond
heroine, still squealing at the painful
pinch, around the waist, in an incapable
grip, that erotically glued Superlass's firm belly against her small,
but dominant body. Superlass shivered at the hateful proximity, and
shrieked in shocked revulsion.
If her groping hands fondling
the older girl's lush bottom
cheeks, and her slim leg insinuated between those lush, white thighs,
left little doubt, of her erotic intent, Panthia settled the doubt by
demanding a kiss from
her struggling captive.
Superlass gagged in revulsion.
Kiss another girl? Kiss Panthia? Like
THAT? Good Grief, NO! Even if she was at the horrible bully's mercy, NO
thousand times NO!
Panthia did not regard her
order as negotiable.
Once again Panthia reinforced
her harsh commands with brute force.
hadn't had a lasting effect, this time, she used her hard little
Once again the unfortunate
Superlass was forced to beg the tiny
tormentor to stop.
It was becoming increasingly
clear to the whimpering, gasping
Superlass that she was at the odious,
Banshee's mercy, and had no choice but obedience to all of Panthia's
Her beautiful face twisted in
revulsion, Superlass steeled herself to
Horrified by the Banshee's
revolting boldness, Superlass pulled
appalled disgust. Panthia had no intention of letting the victim of
Perhaps, if Superlass could
guessed Panthia's next maneuver, she might
prolonged the kiss.
Superlass's curvaceous form
stiffened in shock. Oh Dear God! NO! The
Banshee's tiny fingers
were wriggling right inside her delicious, golden-fringed pussy,
precious maidenhood. Could anything be more degradingly horrible? And
the despicable little beast actually believe that a Superheroine was
susceptible to crude lascivious manipulation?
In mortified dismay, Superlass
discovered that even a chaste Champion
of Virtue could, indeed, be made to respond to crude, lascivious
Panthia crowed in triumph, as
she forced her virtuous victim to wriggle
unwilling erotic response to her revolting assault.
NO! NO! She MUSTN'T! But...
Once Panthia forced her to
orgasm, the distraught Superlass collapsed
at the terrible girl's feet, moaning in anguish, so terribly shamed by
weakness. Laughing, in evil derision, at the virtuous heroine's
mortification, Panthia prepared for
the next stage of her vengeance.
The vicious young Banshee
announced triumphantly: "Long as you're down
on your knees,
anyway, ya can do me now, with your smart-ass tongue!"
When the anguished Superlass
grasped Panthia's intent, she was overcome
by horrified repugnance. Bad enough the horrid creature had raped
Heaven forgive her own weakness, but to agree to...
How could a Champion of
Oh it was too horrible to
When her victim protested
hesitantly, Panthia hinted at another
beating, unless the defeated heroine complied with the depraved demand.
shattered by the horror of
degrading sexual abuse. Her own passionate reaction to the abuse had
been one more
unthinkable catastrophe for the virtuous
superheroine. For a superheroine to be made a helpless victim of abuse?
It was contrary to everything she ever believed! It turned her
upside down! Already badly intimidated by the
smaller girl, the young crimefighter was
unable to summon the courage to refuse the odious command, and endure
another beating from those merciless little fists.
For Panthia, the aphrodisial
delight of forcing the hated Superlass,
the chaste, straitlaced Champion of Virtue, who once spurned her
advances, to abjectly service her
was too powerful to long resist. She swiftly succumbed with tremendous
erotic fervor, to the groveling superheroine's unskilled tongue.
Sated for the moment, the young
Banshee pulled her shorts back on.
The mortified Superlass crouched at her feet, bitterly aware that she
had failed to uphold the heroic, virtuous tradition, established
her maternal ancestors. As Panthia adjusted her shorts, her glittering
eyes fell upon Superlass's gorgeously rounded bottom cheeks, agleam in
all their naked glory.
The opportunity to spank a
superheroine was too good to pass up.
Can no one save the beautiful,
young crimefighter from the Banshee's
hateful, lascivious clutches?
Our story will continue in
"Supermom to the Rescue."