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. The first and
stories in the series are posted at: A
College Acquaintance. and Supermom
To The Rescue.
Supermom (Laura White)
Superlass (Betty White)
Supergran Steps In.
Even as Panthia carried out her
anal rape of Supermom, Superlass reached the Superfamily
headquarters seeking the one person who might be able to stem this
Supergran's eyes opened wide in
astonishment, at seeing her granddaughter, stripped of her uniform,
and babbling nearly hysterically in despair. She was even more
astounded at the bleak news that both her daughter and granddaughter
had met with disastrous defeat, the first in the family's proud history.
"Oh My Gosh! No time to lose!"
Supergran declared decisively.
Without even pausing for Superlass to re-clothe herself, she took her
granddaughter's hand for the immediate flight back to the Banshee's
Panthia was still tormenting
the defeated Supermom, when Superlass and Supergran smashed
through the door into the Banshee lair. Supergran strode toward
the presumably more dangerous Meroe. Superlass caught sight of her
mother, pinned to the floor under the hated, younger Banshee's
foot. Superlass quivered in rage, forgetting her previous defeat,
forgetting everything but the
sight of her beautiful, mistreated mother, whimpering in pain and
despair The young superheroine was possessed by the red-hot,
uncontrollable craving to
literally rend the grinning little
redhead, limb from limb.
As Panthia nonchalantly turned
to face the avenging blond fury, she
removed her restraining foot from Supermom's neck. Fearing for her
daughter's safety, in another encounter with tiny
redhead, Supermom overcame her own fear of the vicious young Banshee,
awkwardly stumbled to her feet, to help.
As Supermom feared, the
diabolical Banshee counterattacked instantly,
driving her fist into Superlass's svelte belly with pile-driver force,
before the distraught mother even stumbled to her
Before the battered, weakened
Supermom could intervene, Panthia blasted
a follow-up, right uppercut to Superlass's jaw. The punch knocked the
young heroine senseless.
Having made short work of the
unfortunate Superlass, Panthia turned
vengefully on Supermom. Anxious as she was to help her fallen daughter,
Supermom's faltering courage failed her again, and the tall, strongly
curved, older crimefighter, cringing in fear, shamefully whimpered her
renewed submission to the hateful, little, red-haired girl.
Meanwhile, Meroe confronted
Supergran, shielding her daughter from
the magnificently mature crimefighter's interference.
In all her long career there had
never been a criminal, who did not quake in terror, facing
righteous wrath, and now that wrath was personal. These
devils had abused and raped Supergran's own daughter and granddaughter.
Meroe should be groveling at this avenging goddess's feet, pitifully
mercy! Was she a fool? Her head barely reached the huge crimefighter's
bosom, and she was scarcely half as broad as the mightily muscled
Supergran. Yet, when the huge, invincible Supergran's hand fell heavily
on her shoulder, she snickered in derision.
As soon as Supergran grasped
the evil Banshee flew into action. With unforeseeable strength, she
pulled loose from that hand of steel. She struck back with a damaging
kick to the jaw. Supergran had never been struck by such irresistible
force in her long, glorious career. It was a sobering, not to mention
painful, shock, for one so
Although the Banshees didn't
possess the otherworldly, Kryptonian
to fly at supersonic speeds, they could flit around in the air
with great skill and agility. Meroe learned to
integrate that advantage with her incomparable, combat skills.
Invulnerable to fists and weapons, and stronger than Hercules,
Supergran never thought of using her amazing aerial capabilities in
fact, her combat skills were quite rudimentary. With her Kryptonian
advantages, who needed martial arts to deal with ordinary, earthling
criminals? Now, despite her incredible, unmatchable strength, the
Matriarch of Might found herself at a considerable disadvantage
against the wily Banshee. Meroe
up the first kick, by somersaulting into a handstand, to deliver
shattering blow, to the the silver haired crimefighter's jaw.
The diabolical Banshee seemed
to be coming at Supergran from all
directions, and angles, her feet rarely touching ground, although they
were slamming into Supergran's curvaceous body with alarming, stunning
rapidity, and numbing force.
As her mother viciously
attacked Supergran, Panthia hauled the woozy
Superlass to her feet, and forced her, and her intimidated mother, to
witness the awful spectacle.
Meroe was totally unimpressed
by Supergran's awesome reputation, and
did her best to humiliate the formidable heroine. The despicable wretch
had the temerity to kick the stately, dignified superheroine in the
matriarch's adoring daughter and granddaughter, helpless to interfere,
watched with sick apprehension.
As Supergran indignantly spun
around to retaliate, Meroe was waiting
with a left uppercut.
Staggering back from the damaging
barrage, Supergran was taught the painful lesson, that a Banshee's
fists are as deadly as her feet.
Meroe grew ever more artful in
her attack, as she warmed to the
seemingly impossible task of subduing the World's mightiest
superheroine. A flying, double judo chop to the sides of her neck,
Supergran, leaving her breathless and disoriented.
Supergran tottered breathlessly
on wobbly legs. Meroe inspected her
battered foe with satisfaction. The mighty Supergran was proving as
vulnerable to Banshee strength and skill as had her granddaughter
Meroe resumed her flying
into the air, and wrapping her strong, slim legs around
the shaky Supergran's
Supergran squealed in alarm, as those python strong thighs closed
around her neck.
An agile midair twist of Meroe's
snakelike body, nearly snapped Supergran's neck.
Taking quick advantage of her
perch, Meroe smashed her fist into Supergran's eye.
With another wrenching twist,
that would surely have broken a lesser
woman's neck, Meroe leaped clear. But a moment, later, before
Supergran had recovered from that onslaught, the wicked Banshee settled
down on her shoulders again, this time from behind.
In her youth, Meroe had
sometimes worked in the old Paris market,
wringing the necks of unfortunate chickens, destined to end their
existence in some French housewife's delicious coq-au-vin. Using her
old skills, she wrenched free of Supergran's neck, coming close to
breaking it for a third time.
Without her feet touching
the floor, Meroe landed another damaging kick
to the staggering, disoriented heroine's jaw, and followed it with an
equally damaging kick to Supergran's trimly muscled belly.
Yet another kick to the jaw, nearly
completed the mighty superheroine's annihilation.
As Supergran tottered on trembling
nearly unconscious, Meroe's foot slammed into her upper torso, with
Meroe completed the destruction of
majestic foe, with another neck-snapping, flying kick to the chin.
The final, solid kick to the
point of the chin was too much. With a loud
moan, Supergran tottered a moment, and then, like a stately oak felled
the axe, she crashed over backwards. The demonic Meroe watched in
satisfaction as Supergran sprawled unconscious, at full length on
The evil Banshee looked down at
the moaning Supergran, knocked out
stone cold, yet still so formidably magnificent, even in defeat. Meroe
had done what thousands of criminal foes over the years, had only
dreamed of doing. She inspected her evil
accomplishment with pleased satisfaction.
Meroe was not a magnanimous
victor. She had no respect or regard for
the elderly crimefighter's imposing dignity. In fact,
once she kayoed Supergran, that majestic dignity offended the
"Time to take you down a peg or two, you overrated, old has-been!" The
grinning Banshee muttered, as she
maliciously began to strip the vanquished heroine, of that renowned
uniform, worn with well-deserved pride for so long.
Panthia rushed to
join the fun, after first ordering Supermom and Superlass to remain
where they were, as though issuing a command to two lap dogs.
Supermom was shattered by her horrible experiences, and had fallen
completely under the sway of the diabolical, young Banshee. After
her formidable grandmother resoundingly defeated, and after her own
latest disastrous encounter with Panthia, Superlass, too, had given up
all hope. Now,
neither dared disobey the grinning Panthia, even to help their beloved
Supergran. Trembling in trepidation, both remained rooted to the spot
Panthia left them.
In horror, but too terrified to
interfere, the defeated mother and
daughter watched the Banshees finish
stripping their latest victim. It was like watching the profane
desecration of some revered goddess of old. The grinning Banshees tore
away the moaning
Supergran's garments, with the perverse glee of vultures harrying new
Once they denuded their hapless
magnificent form, the Banshee's hauled Supergran to her feet. On her
moaning, dethroned champion of a thousand victories,
slowly regained her senses. In awful despair, the never before defeated
heroine's first conscious thought, was the frightful realization that
Meroe had beaten her senseless, and she had not even landed one
The evil Panthia viciously hastened
the tottering Supergran's dawning awareness of her
Fully conscious, now, the
grand dame, discovered to her awful dismay, that the devilish duo had
stripped her naked.
Then, before Supergran had time
to recover from the awful shock of
being beaten senseless, and stripped naked, Meroe smacked her across
the face with alarming power, to reinforce her newly established
A perpetually victorious
superheroine develops little resource to deal
with her first, horrifying defeat. When Meroe demanded an
acknowledgment, a badly shaken Supergran
stammered her acquiescence.
Supergran was already
devastated by her inability to rescue her loved
ones, in the first defeat of her career. Long considered the strongest
woman on Earth, it was appalling to find herself at the mercy of, and
contemptuously shoved about, by an evil being, half her size.
In their long, evil underground
existence, Banshees learned much arcane lore, and Meroe possessed
considerable skill in sorcery, taught her by her equally evil, maternal
ancestors. Earlier, seeing her daughter defeat and
degrade Superlass, she had, with wily foresight, prepared an enchanted
room, using powerful old spells capable of imprisoning the mightiest of
trolls, or in this instance, of imprisoning the incredibly strong
superwomen from another planet. Now she contemptuously shoved the
defeated Supergran into that room. Supergran squealed in shock, when
Meroe contemptuously smacked her broad behind to hurry her along.
Before she gave Supergran a
final shove into the cell-like, bewitched
room, Meroe turned her head and told her daughter to put the other two
defeated captives inside as well. Both in shock at seeing
Supergran's terrible defeat and humiliation,
coming atop their own, the woebegone Supermom and Superlass obediently
the evilly grinning
Panthia to shove them into the cell, joining their revered
family Matriarch, in captivity.
Inside the grim depressing room,
naked heroines dispirited though they were by defeat, under Supergran's
direction, made every effort to escape their vile cage. In despair,
soon discovered that Banshee magic, like the Banshees themselves, were
more formidable than even their incredible powers could combat. They
themselves to temporary captivity. Yet even in defeat, Supergran did
her best to buoy up their spirits and give them hope of eventual
Meroe observed the captive
heroines through a concealed glass, with
considerable, amused interest, as their efforts to escape proved
know," Meroe said, turning to her daughter, "They're not bad looking,
even the old
goat is pretty well preserved! In fact, those fawning media morons
always describe all three of them as gorgeous! No accounting for
tastes! I think we
can stop recruiting 'escorts'!
We haven't had too much luck, anyway! We've already got a goldmine
right in there! We can make a fortune with these three bimbos! I'd
guess lots of clients'd pay
a fortune to get it on with a real superheroine! Of course, it'll take
lot of work! The big one is the key! She's the other two dopes' idol!
If she's taken down a peg, or two, I'm sure
fall right into line! Now, if a tiny, young girl, like you, all by
herself, were to totally humiliate the old bag, in front of
Panthia thought her mother's
suggestion was a delightful idea, and lost
no time carrying it out. A moment later, the cell door banged open, and
Panthia strutted inside. Three, never before intimidated crimefighters,
jumped in alarm.
Panthia strode directly up to
Supergran, and looked her up and
down, as though inspecting a prize heifer. She snickered in amusement,
seemingly finding the magnificent, nude heroine a laughable sight. It
was clear she was issuing a challenge. Supermom and Superlass cringed
in the corner, both secretly relieved, Panthia's fierce eye hadn't
fallen on either of them.
Despite her disastrous defeat
by the older Banshee, Supergran resolved
not to be intimidated by this mere slip of a girl. She WAS the World's
Mightiest Woman, the dauntless Matriarch of Might! The huge, queenly
woman resolutely stood her ground, and warned the tiny redhead off.
Panthia snapped. "Kneel down in
WHAT? Supergran's back stiffened in indignation! She disdainfully
turned away from the insolent young upstart.
As Supergran disdainfully
turned away, Panthia, like a striking
rattler, grabbed her with both hands.
Before the startled heroine
happened, the tiny girl lifted her huge form, high above her head. It
appeared amazing that this slightly built girl could even budge the
huge Supergran, at least twice her size and weight, yet she hoisted her
huge curvaceous burden into the air, at arms length, with startling
The astonished Supergran cried
out in alarm.
Panthia flung the alarmed,
superheroine to the floor, with a jarring crash, that rattled the
windows throughout the entire building.
As soon as Supergran landed
with that thunderous crash, Panthia grabbed
the hair at the back of her head, and forced her up into a crouch.
In shock at the violence of the tiny girl's fierce reaction to her
refusal, Supergran was incapable of escaping the cruel grip.
The universally venerated
superheroine was certainly not accustomed to
be ordered about and treated with such disrespect, but the girl's
violent mastery had temporarily overwhelmed her. In shock, crying out
loudly in pain,
she was helplessly
the room by the hair.
With demeaning insolence, Panthia
crimefighter across the room to a small bench in the corner.
Before Supergran knew it, the
devilish young Banshee tipped her up,
and pulled her across her lap, as she sat down on the bench. Finding
herself bullied into the
posture of a naughty child about to be spanked, Supergran reacted with
Devastated earlier, at seeing
venerated idol and role model decisively defeated by the mature Meroe,
it was an even more appalling shock, to see the mighty Supergran,
so easily mastered and dominated by the tiny, younger Banshee.
Now, Supermom and Superlass looked on in unbelieving horror, at the
indignity being inflicted on the venerated Matriarch of Might, by
this girlish tormentor.
Supergran struggled furiously,
kicking and roaring in rage, but the
tiny redhead kept her huge,
shapely body under complete control, and despite her irate indignation,
the Grande Dame of superheroines was helplessly trapped in her
Unable to free herself, despite
her furious struggles, Supergran
her teeth to endure this
ridiculous charade with stoic resolution. OF COURSE, she WAS a
superheroine! Supergran was confident the
actual physical punishment would not be noticeable. Kryptonian flesh
invulnerable. Bullets bounced off her mighty
bosom, not to mind her mighty backside. OH, but it was SO horribly
humiliating! And, perhaps she had
forgotten what Meroe's fists did to her 'invulnerable' Kryptonian
Panthia struck the first blow,
her tiny hand, landing on a huge upturned
bottom cheek, echoed with a loud smack. Despite her disdain for the
'childish chastisement', Supergran discovered
that, incredibly, a Banshee's tiny hand was, indeed, tougher than
screamed in pain at the first smack, and betrayed her shocked surprise,
much to Panthia's amusement.
did her best to deal with the
fierce, unaccustomed pain.
Panthia's hateful snickers of derision didn't make that ordeal any
Panthia kept the incredibly
hard smacks coming with a quick, relentless
tempo. The fiery pain in her magnificent backside, elicited
cries of pain at every stroke, and brought tears of pain to Supergran's
Supergran sniffed down the lump
in her throat. Her loud snuffling
shrieks at every painful smack testified to her incredible distress.
OH! But she mustn't, she MUSTN'T
the tiny fiend know how much she was suffering! She MUST keep herself
under control! She was a SUPERHEROINE! She must NOT be
intimidated! She MUST endure this terrible ordeal with stoic
resignation, befitting the World's most admired superheroine!
Hard as she tried, it was
impossible for Supergran to disguise her
terrible distress, much to Panthia's delight.
Supergran's huge, matriarchal
behind blazed a glowing scarlet. Oh, how
could anything hurt so much? It was enough to make the bravest
superheroine break into sobs of misery! NO! NO! NEVER! The redoubtable
matriarch renewed her
resolve to hide her suffering from the hateful persecutrix. She bit her
lip, and gulped down her cries, or tried to, at
The redoubtable Supergran did
but with tears of pain streaming down her cheeks, it was becoming
impossible to withstand the fiery torment, without
breaking into sobs.
In her terribly excruciating
distress, Supergran, shrieking in pain, tried to wipe away the
flowing from her eyes. The fierce, fiery pain won out at last. In spite
resolution, there were now loud sobs intermixed
with her shrieks of torment. Oh it was so terribly hard not to give in,
and end this frightful torment!
To stiffen her resolution
Supergran sobbingly did her best to defy her
Kryptonian flesh did have
limits after all.
Once she gave in, the fiery
overwhelmed Supergran, and babbling brokenly between
her loud sobs, the venerable heroine acknowledged her submission to the
hateful young Banshee.
Panthia cruelly rubbed the
lesson in, forcing the dignified Grande Dame
to call her 'Mistress'. Oh what a terrible, mortifying surrender, after
The humiliation and submission
of the now loudly sobbing and pleading
Supergran, had the intended effect on her daughter and granddaughter as
Panthia pushed the loudly
sobbing Supergran off her lap, with a
disdainful nudge, and stood triumphantly erect, chortling in derision.
Crouched on her knees, at the
triumphant Banshee's feet, weeping in misery, the abused, humbled
matriarch tasted in full, the bitter cup of defeat and submission.
Supergran's sobbing daughter
and granddaughter watched in horror, as
Panthia ordered the broken-spirited matriarch to kiss her hand, in
token of submission. With a
loud snuffle of misery, the mightiest of superheroines slavishly kissed
the tiny girl's hand, and acknowledged her obedient subservience.
Having broken the indomitable
Supergran to her will, Panthia
swaggered over to Supermom and Superlass. The horrifying degradation of
the super family's revered matriarch, their life-long idol and
had reduced the other two superheroines to hopeless, cowed terror.
Instinctively, both mother
and daughter sank down on their knees, in fearful homage to the fierce
Banshee. Unconsciously, Supermom nervously covered her own well-rounded
bottom cheeks, in fear of a similar, demeaning chastisement.
Cringing like whipped dogs, the
two renowned superheroines weepingly
acknowledged the tiny girl's authority over
them. Perhaps ownership would be a more accurate term.
What is to become of the
Superfamily now? Can the Banshees, indeed,
force the three virtuous heroines, role models for the World, into a
life of shameful, paid harlotry?
Our story will continue in
"Training the Superpets."