It was a long time before the beaten superheroine began to regain consciousness, this time. As she started to stir, she moaned at the terrible pain, the slight movement cost her.
"Oh my! Those men sure were rough!" Was Silk Woman's first horrifying thought. The blow to her Zolarian pride was even worse than her physical pain. It took all her determination to sit up. Her silk tap pant was pulled down around her full thighs.
"That bitch Joan must have pulled down my tap pant, and looked at me naked!" The thought of her scornful enemy dressing her up with only the camisole and tap pant, inspecting her, perhaps even touching her there, horrified the chaste Silk Princess, and her face flushed in mortification. She quickly tried to pull her tap pant up to cover herself.
As Silk Woman agonized over her devastating defeat, Joan came back into the locked room. She was wearing a robe, and almost prancing in delight at her victory, over the fabled Silk Woman.
"Hi there, Silk Slut! I see you're finally awake! Now, your ass belongs to ME. I'm going to really enjoy breaking you in."
"I don't belong to you, or anyone else!" Silk Woman cried out, in protest. "I'm an Zola Princess, and a Free Woman!"
Her proud outburst almost exhausted the brave champion. Yet she refused to surrender. Gagging in distress, the Silk Princess rolled over on her hands and
knees. She struggled stubbornly, to get up. Joan eagerly grabbed two fists-full of tangled curls.
"Here let me help you, Princess'!" Joan pulled and pushed, until she had Silk
Woman crouched on her knees, supporting herself with one arm. The arm trembled
and shook at the effort. Joan grasped Silk Woman's chin and lifted up her face.
She looked into the scared blue eyes.
"Boy you're a real mess. The first thing we've got to do, is clean you up. I don't want any serving-wench of mine looking this messed up!" Joan said, with an evil grin.
"All right, up on your feet, Big Girl!" She snickered, and grabbing Silk Woman under both arms she hauled, her to her feet. The hapless superheroine couldn't stand up on her own due to the expended strength in the last peril, and Joan had to hold her up, as she led her into a small bathroom. When Joan let her go, Silk Woman had to lean against the wall for support. She gasped for breath.
"All right strip, Baby!" Joan ordered.
Joan Woman didn't have much left, to take off, only her silk camisole and tap pant, but she wasn't about to take orders from the sadistic, young blonde.
"I'll do no such thing!"
'Would you rather I undressed you, Silk Boobies? It's okay with me, it should be
fun."
The thought, of the vicious blonde's hands on her body, changed Silk Woman's mind. "All right!" She murmured, and started to remove her camisole. Wavering uncertainly, back on her feet, she just slid her tap pant down, and let it drop to the floor, then stepped out of them, afraid to risk raising a leg off the floor.
Joan turned on the shower, in the small stall and adjusted it. When it was ready,she gave Silk Woman a shove.
"Okay! Get in there!"
Silk Woman stumbled into the hot water, grateful for the soothing spray on her
aching body. She was appalled, though, when, a moment later, Joan shoved her way, into the cramped cubicle. Joan pressed insinuatingly against her broad buttocks, and mashed Silk Woman against the wall. Her bbreasts, unbelievably tender after their severe punishment, were crushed against the marble.
Silk Woman moaned in distress. Worse was to come, much worse! Joan wrapped her arms around the wet princess' svelte, taut waist and pulled Silk Woman even closer.
"You have a really big behind for a Princess! It must be because you are decadent capitalistic royalty!" Joan laughed and slid her hand down Silk Woman's belly to her prominent, fur-sheathed mound. At first, Silk Woman was paralyzed, by shock, at the girl's outrageous effrontery, but when Joan tickled the outer lips, of her pussy, she shrieked, and began to struggle like a wounded tigress.
"Let go! Let go! You, let go of me! Don't you dare touch me there, you nasty Witch!" Silk Woman screamed in alarm.
Joan snickered at Princess Jessica's outrage. "Shhh! Shhh! Stop you're wiggling, my little, Royal Dumpling! Just relax and enjoy it, while you can."
As she whispered, in Jessica's ear, Joan slipped her fingers inside her tight, dry pussy. Jessica shrieked again, even as her gorgeous, muscular body shuddered in reaction to the bold invasion.
"Stop it! Stop it, please!" Silk Woman wept as immediately the weakness given by Catwoman began to take place and she started to feel herself going into a mode of organsm. It was no use; Joan was in total control, and she remorselessly forced the beaten Princess to respond to her crude violation. Shuddering, and weeping in despair, Silk Woman endured a violent,hateful, orgasm. Joan let the violated princess slide to her knees. Jessica knelt, leaning against the wet marble, weeping in shame.
"That hateful, vicious woman made me respond to her control!" Silk Woman was shocked by her own sexual vulnerability.
Finally after seem an hour, she danced lightly from the shower stall, leaving Silk Woman crouched on the floor, sobbing in despair. Joan shut off the water, now that her shower was done. Revived by the hot water, Silk Woman was able to crawl out of the shower herself. She climbed to her feet on shaky legs.
Joan handed Silk Woman a towel, and commanded. "Dry me off, Bitch!"
Beaten and despondent Silk Woman abjectly complied, with Joan's command,
patting her blonde conqueror's body dry, with servile dabs of the towel.
"Now, you can dry yourself so that you can service as how I service just now, Silk Slut! A slave doesn't need a clean towel, of course!" Joan snickered.
Still crouched over, gagging for breath, Silk Woman looked up through a tangled,
damp mop of raven curls, hanging over her face, and gasped. "Y-you may have beaten me, and raped me, but you don't own me, and you can't make me do that
to you, you Nasty Pervert!"
"Oh no? Well, we'll just see about that! I'm betting that within fifteen minutes, you'll beg to worship me! I won't even need that Magic Lasso of yours, either!"
Without further ado, Joan grabbed a handful of inky curls, and dragged the enfeebled superheroine to a bench against the wall. She skillfully twisted SilkWoman's hair, and flipped the princess onto the bench; then sat down
beside her.
Slumped against the wall, Silk Woman turned her head aside, from the sight of her gloating foe. From a near-by shelf, Joan picked up a short, stout, riding. It was an instrument that had given the cruel interrogator many pleasurable hours, with past victims. She knew from experience, what a viciously efficient device it was for her purpose.
"Now, for that oversized Silk Princess behind of yours!" Joan crowed eagerly.
Silk Woman glanced wildly over her shoulder, horrified by the hideous instrument
in Joan's hand. Her breasts jiggled wildly about her chest, in alarm. Before she could defend herself, the vicious witch struck. The whip whistled in a vicious swipe across Silk Woman's heaving chest. A thin, scarlet wound cruelly lacerated the upswept tips of her exquisite bosom. Silk Woman stiffened convulsively. With a high pitched keen of renewed agony, she sat bolt upright, in shock. She clutched her tormented boobies with both hands.
Joan snatched Silk Woman's tangled curls, in one hand, and jerked the enfeebled princess, face down across her lap. Silk Woman struggled, frantically, to escape her humiliating predicament, but Joan locked her leg around Silk Woman's knee, and twisted a muscular arm behind her, rendering the defeated crimefighter, helpless. The firm, rubbery flesh, of Silk Woman's incomparable bottom, gleamed like ivory, thrusting vulnerably in the air, seeming to beg for Joan's savage cruelty.
To demonstrate her mastery, Joan swatted Silk Woman's naked behind, so firm and rubbery, until Silk Woman squealed in dismay. Joan cackled with sadistic glee. She finally had those beautiful, fleshy melons in range.
Then she struck carefully, but with all her wiry strength. Silk Woman's body leaped in shock. Joan struck with heartless fury, again and again, never missing her broad,undulating target, until she crisscrossed, Silk Woman's magnificent, ivory-hued behind, with fiery welts, that scalded like hot coals.
Already devastated by defeat, and degrading humiliation, Silk Woman couldn't control herself. In her dreadful distress, the wretched, Silk Princess shrieked
hysterically, finally crying out. "Stop! Stop! Please, pleassssssse! Oooh, it burns! It hurts so!"
Joan paused a moment. She twisted Silk Woman's head around, with a painful grip on her ear, so she could look into her victim's beautiful, suffering face. She
sneered scornfully into tear-drenched, cobalt eyes. Silk Woman choked back her
screams, and glared back with impotent loathing at her diabolical tormentor.
"Would you like me to stop, Silk Slut?" Joan sneered sweetly. An involuntary
thrill of hope, gleamed in Silk Woman's big, passionate eyes.
"I'll stop, whenever you're ready to pleasure me, you stupid Silk girl!" Joan snickered.
"N-no, no, not ever, never!" Silk Woman whispered, hoarsely.
Joan read the alarmed disgust in Silk Woman's gleaming eyes, but she knew the delightfully beautiful, Silk Maiden was hers for the taking. It was time for
another tack, just now, though. She threw away the cruel, bloodstained whip, and
rolled the stricken superheroine off her lap. Silk Woman wailed, when her fiery bottom scraped the floor, as she landed. She crouched helplessly at Joan's feet,
too hurt to move. Her eyes hypnotically followed Joan's every move with dread.
Joan leaned over, and scooped Silk Woman's ankles up in her left arm, and raised those long, gorgeous legs in the air. She pressed Silk Woman's thighs down flat against her belly, literally folding the Silk Maiden in half. Silk Woman wriggled feebly in resistance. Then, Joan parted the tight crevice between
Silk Woman's large, scarlet-streaked, bottom cheeks, bearing her tiny anal
opening.
Silk Woman's big bottom gyrated furiously, but the villainous Joan stuck her finger into the struggling victim's forbidden portal. Silk Woman jerked in agony as Joan's finger crudely penetrated her tightly-clenched sphincter, and wriggled inside her body.
"Oooohh you filthy, vile animal!" Silk Woman screeched in outrage.
Joan laughed in delight, and poked and twisted some more, until Silk Woman shrieked. "St-stop! Stop! Ohhh! Damn You! You'll pay for this! Awwwwrrrr! Get your finger, away! Oooh, you dirty, rotten Bitch! Leave me, alone! Leave me, alooonnne!"
Joan laughed fiendishly. She had accomplished her immediate purpose. The haughty, Silk Woman had felt the first taste of the anguish and shame, her defeat
would bring her. She pulled her finger loose with a plop, and let Silk Woman's long, gorgeous legs drop to the floor. Silk Woman's big body quivered and twitched.
The proud Silk Princess of Zola couldn't hush her agonized sobs of shame. Honorable defeat, by another warrior, would be bearable, but Silk Woman had been basely vanquished by a woman, smaller and weaker, than herself. Worse, the depraved Joan had foully dishonored her, stripped her naked and vilely abused her. On the bench where she'd sat to spank her victim, Joan had previously deposited a black bag. Now she opened it and took out a huge 15 inch, wrist-thick dildo.
"Ever seen one of these on Zola, Princess?" Joan laughed. As she spoke, she planted her foot on Silk Woman's quivering bosom to emphasize her total mastery, over the defeated heroine. Silk Woman's gallant heart thumped fearfully in her bosom, for she knew worse was to come, much worse!
"You didn't much like my finger up your butt; how'd you like me to ram this baby, up there?" Joan demanded.
Silk Woman's eyes rolled in terror. "No, no, Joan! Please!"
"Ready to do what I tell you then?"
Lying on her back, at Joan's feet, Silk Woman gulped hard, to swallow the lump
in her throat, then sobbed. "All right! I'll do it!"
"How do you like lying helpless under me, Silk Woman?"
A broken, hopeless sob was the only answer.
Joan's cruel manipulations appalled Silk Woman, but they were impossible to
ignore. Every effort to resist failed. Once again, the chaste Silk Maiden throbbed in arousal, at Joan's bidding. The passionate agitation in her bosom choked off her loud, harsh sobs of shame. In almost no time, her body shuddered in another hateful, enforced, sexual response. Joan smirked lewdly, in triumph.
Convulsive sobs racked Joan Woman's captive body. Her second, humiliating, unwanted submission to the victorious, spy-mistress, left her defenseless. Joan slid up her supine form, and sat, arrogantly, on her chest.
"You've had your pleasure, Princess! Now, it's my turn!" Joan sneered, spreading her legs wide, to expose her large-lipped, pleasure passage, dripping and agape. Poor Silk Woman almost vomited in horrified disgust. Joan seized her hair, and shoved her beautiful, ravaged face, between her strong thighs.
"What more can I do?" Jessica wondered, fearfully. In sick resignation, Silk Woman did Joan's bidding. Inexperienced, as she was, she knew what Joan expected.
Her eyes, drenched in tears, closed in revulsion. Then, she timorously kissed Joan's hateful pussy. Joan finally came, with explosive energy. As though in a convulsion, her thighs snapped shut, around Silk Woman's trapped face and head, nearly breaking her neck, then suffocating her. The defeated princess mercifully lost consciousness.
Joan had had her way with Silk Woman, and sucked every ounce of enjoyment from the total humiliation and degradation of the heroic beauty. Now, it was time for business.