1 comments/ 34414 views/ 16 favorites Mom the Superheroine 01 By: KatieTay [This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.] Barbara Beck came home one day, to find her worst nightmare come true. She knew something was amiss the moment she stood at the door and realized that it was ajar. Her darling Cindy was careful and conscientious, and would never have left the door unsecured against intrusion, even in their relatively safe neighbourhood. Her heart thudding, Barbara swung the door open and stepped in quickly. Nothing seemed to be in disarray -- there were no signs of struggle. "Cindy? Honey?" she called out. There was no answer. She whipped out her cell phone and checked the messages again. Cindy was supposed to be home -- she never left home or stayed out without letting her mom know. She was the model daughter; even in her sophomore year at college, she never went out partying. She eschewed that sort of pleasure, she said, for the much greater pleasure of keeping her mom company. If she had gone out for any reason, she would have found some way to let Barbara know. Barbara called out again, trying to keep calm. It was then that she noticed the envelope on the kitchen counter. As she approached, a cold fist seemed to squeeze her heart. The envelope was sealed with black lipstick marks. Of course -- how could she have forgotten? She'd read about it a week ago, but she had put it out of mind. Even before she opened the envelope with shaking fingers and read the letter, she already knew who the sender was, and approximately what it would say: "My dear Barbara -- or should I say, Battler Babe? It's been such a long time, hasn't it? Of course, you know who I am -- this is your old, old friend, Valerie Phelps. It has been such a long time since you put me behind bars in the Zig, but I can assure you, all our old friends still remember the name of Vicious Vixen! "And very shortly, we will become reacquainted again, you and I. I hope you don't think me too forward, but I've already taken the liberty, as you can see, of getting to know your dear daughter. She's such a darling, isn't she? Just think, a scant 10 years ago, she was just a wide-eyed 10-year-old girl, so full of adoration for her big, strong superheroine mother. She and my own dear Elena have so much to catch up on, so I thought we'd better give them a bit of a head start! "Yes, my daughter Elena, I'm sure you remember her? Thanks to you, she was placed into foster care. I really have to thank you for finding such a good family for her, so that she would not learn her miscreant mother's wayward ways! Such a pity, isn't it, what happened to nice Mr. and Mrs. Brooks? Who would've thought such a tragedy would happen... Fortunately for Elena, some of my old friends were able to take her in. They've told her so much about you, Barbara, and so have I. She is looking forward so much to meeting you again in person after all these years. It's so moving, seeing your daughter and mine together... how fast they grow up these days... "Now, I'm looking forward VERY much to our own little reunion, dear Barbie. So much, in fact, that I would be quite, quite annoyed if any rude and impolite people were to interrupt us uninvited! We don't want this to happen, do we? Of course not. Ms. Beck loves her Cindy far too much to put her in any sort of danger. "So, here is the address for our little tea party, which YOU and YOU ALONE shall attend, tonight, at 9 sharp, in a few hours' time. We're ready and waiting for you, Barbie dear. Remember -- no uninvited guests, or things could be... quite messy. I'm sure I don't have to spell it out for you. "Come in your best costume. You know the one I mean. "Lots of LOVE and KISSES, Vicious Vixen" Barbara glanced wildly at the clock in the living room. It was 8.30pm -- she had been working late today. When had Cindy been kidnapped? Her last message was at 4pm, when she had come home from wrestling club training (she was the president of the nascent female wrestling team for Steel Canyon University). That could mean that she'd been in their hands -- oh, the horror of the thought! -- for nearly four hours. The address written at the bottom of the letter was for a warehouse -- a certain warehouse that she knew very well. It was on the other side of the city, so if she hurried... she could get there just on time. But at this hour, the streets would be pretty much clogged, and the subway would be packed. Barbara's eyes narrowed. She crumpled the hateful letter in her fist, and let it fall to the floor as she strode purposefully toward her bedroom. She had another way of travelling. Barbara Beck was not just any single mom trying to bring up a daughter, though that alone was a fairly heroic endeavour. She was that -- and more. She went straight to her wardrobe, and pushed the clothes aside to reveal the bare panel at the back. Taking a deep breath, she pushed the panel just there... and there... The panel swung open, to reveal a hidden compartment. Hanging within were several versions of Barbara's old costume, from the time when she was known on the streets of Paragon City as Battler Babe, dispenser of street justice to the gangsters and hooligans that plagued the streets. She had indeed been an ordinary housewife, until a twist of fate twenty years ago. Barbara had been visiting her husband, the famed Dr. Steve Sheldon, at the University to bring him a sponge cake she'd baked, and had stepped into the laboratory just as an accident occurred. A machine of some sort blew itself apart, and she was drenched in an experimental mutagen. By that time, Cindy had already been conceived and was a small foetus in Barbara's womb. Barbara had been rushed to the hospital, and after several days of observation, the doctors and her husband had come to the stunning realization that far from harming her, the mutagen had given her super powers! She had immense strength: approximately five times that of normal well-trained men. It was not as much strength as some of the marquee names possessed, but certainly spectacular in its own right. She had also acquired the physique to go alone with it, becoming like a champion bodybuilder within just a few days, and she had all the muscle without losing any of the fat, i.e. her breasts and hips were still curvy. Her skin had acquired resilience, and could partially turn aside blows from bladed weapons or needle penetrations. She had vastly improved cardiovascular fitness, and had the stamina of an Olympian athlete. Her thighs and calves had become exceptionally strong, too -- she could quite literally leap tall buildings in a single bound! She could jump to the top of a fairly tall apartment building, and jump down again to land without any harm. The Sheldons had waited with baited breath after their daughter was born, but all test results showed a normal, healthy baby girl -- just slightly healthier than usual. Cindy grew up the proud daughter of a registered superheroine -- Barbara had elected to call herself "Battler Babe", and every night she donned her mask and costume to battle street gangs and criminals. The mutagen was tested again, but oddly, the effects could not be replicated, no matter how often Dr. Sheldon tried to alter one variable or another. Bewildered and stressed, Dr. Sheldon became more and more reclusive, staying away from his family to work late into the night at the University. Cindy grew very close to her mother as a result, and barely knew her father during her early years. She began to cherish a desire to grow up and become a superheroine just like her mighty mom, serving the cause of justice and fighting crime. She was already physically gifted, far stronger than any other boy or girl in her age group. Cindy wondered if the world would accept "Battlerette" as her mom's sidekick, when the time came. Then shocking news came -- Dr. Sheldon was having an affair with an attractive lab assistant, by the name of Valerie Phelps. The long, lonely nights must have weakened his will and laid him bare to the blandishments of the seductive woman who had seemed sympathetic to his emotional needs -- who, as it turned out, was none other than the villainess Vicious Vixen, one of Battler Babe's arch enemies! The villainous virago used a combination of martial arts and poisoned weaponry to perpetrate her acts of ignominy. Battler Babe, with her near-complete resistance to toxins and her far superior strength, had always proved more than a match in any direct confrontation between the two. Only Barbara knew this, however, and she had no way to prove it. The divorce proceedings had been acrimonious, and fraught with much unhappiness. Dr. Sheldon had voiced out his long-repressed unhappiness at having a wife more prominent -- her secret identity was not all that secret -- and more powerful than he was. His insecurities, which he had tried to repress, emerged, and he confessed that he did not like to be the weaker partner in the relationship. The dark-haired Valerie was a much more conventional-looking woman, and fit his ideal better. If only he could believe that Valerie was a villainess! But he was stubbornly incredulous, and accused Barbara of simply being vindictive. Barbara could only watch, helplessly furious, as Valerie Phelps winked at her and smirked at her erstwhile husband's side! The settlement from the divorce had been fairly substantial, since Dr. Sheldon had been demonstrably having an affair, but the experience was very traumatic for the Becks. Cindy wanted nothing more to do with her father, and the courts ruled that since Barbara was a registered superheroine of good standing, she was fully capable of having custody of Cindy. She had some small vindication a few months after the divorce, though, when she foiled an attempted bank robbery being carried out by a gang of villains. One of them had been Vicious Vixen, and in a showdown, Barbara had experienced the sheer joy of punching Valerie's lights out. Valerie Phelps, a.k.a. Vicious Vixen, was arrested, her identity put on the record, and she was sentenced to 15 years in the Ziggurat, the prison for super-powered individuals or others who functioned at that level. Dr. Sheldon, however, still behaved in a hostile manner to them, as did his step-daughter Elena, Valerie's daughter out of wedlock by another previous relationship. The waifish girl was about Cindy's age, and glared at Battler Babe with a smouldering hatred, no doubt marking her as the woman who had put her mother into jail. Taking pity on the young girl, Barbara used her influence to arrange foster care for Elena -- by this time Dr. Sheldon was a shadow of his former self. He had lost tenure, had gained an obsessive personality, and was by all counts unfit to raise a child on his own. The last they heard of him, he was even rumoured to have struck some kind of deal with Arachnos, the villainous organization controlling the Rogue Isles. Then the Rikti War had struck, and though Barbara served with distinction and Cindy survived, Dr. Sheldon met his untimely demise. His death at the hands of the invaders was witnessed by many. Barbara felt a pang, but she bravely put it aside and used her strength and endurance to fight the Rikti off, and to aid reconstruction efforts afterwards. After that, she had decided to hang up her spandex. The city gave her a commendation and a public sending-off, and promptly turned its attention to the million and one issues calling for attention. She did not feel rancour for that -- after all, Galaxy Girl and many others like her who had made the ultimate sacrifice hadn't complained one bit, had they? Besides, the officials truly had so much on their hands, so she wasn't asking them to give any special attention to one fairly average, emotionally drained superheroine. So they had moved to King's Row. She'd gotten a job: consignment officer at the local Wentworth's. Her daughter excelled in high school, and entered Steel Canyon University. In all respects, they led a quiet, humble and fairly comfortable life. Until now. A week ago, a small news item in the Paragon Times had caught her eye: "Reformed Ex-Criminal Valerie Phelps Paroled Early For Good Behaviour". She recalled then that she had simply pursed her lips, and went on with whatever she had been doing at the time. How could she have been so foolish? She had underestimated the extent of the grudge Vicious Vixen bore toward her. "Cindy, this is my fault!" she said aloud. "Hang in there, honey -- Mom's coming for you!" Her jaw firming with resolve, she reached for her costume -- and hesitated. Vixen had specified that she was to wear her "best" costume. Barbara knew that she meant the skimpiest one -- at one time, sensing her husband's emotional distance, she had tailored an extra-skimpy, barely there version of her costume, and attempted some bedroom play. She still remembered how Steven's eyes had lit up -- before her communicator beeped, notifying her of an urgent gang gathering to be broken up in the vicinity. All available heroes were being called upon. Regretfully, she had jumped out to do her duty -- but she'd jumped several blocks before realizing belatedly that she was wearing the naughty costume! Her face was as red as the flames the Hellions were using to set the neighbourhood on fire, especially when she had to endure the amused gazes of her fellow heroes. The news cameras had caught sight of her too, worse luck, and the evening news featured her prominently, displaying her assets while she fought the Hellions and assisted in putting out the fire. It had been very blush-worthy indeed. She wavered, uncertain, and then her hand closed on the naughty costume. She dared not jeopardize her daughter's safety in any way. Her mind was racing -- what nefarious plan did Vixen have in mind? Where was she expecting to go from here? What did she hope to gain, apart from petty revenge? If she had nothing to gain, then how would Cindy's safety be assured...? Quickly, she stripped off and put on the costume, feeling how the light blue spandex was snug against her fuller figure -- she had not done any strenuous activity for the last 10 years, and even her mutagen-enhanced body was starting to slow down slightly, though at 45 she still had the physique of a 35-year-old and the strength of many men. Now she would need to call upon this strength to confront her old enemy and save her daughter. She slipped on the white mask around her eyes, and once more, Battler Babe looked out upon the world. She could not resist checking herself in the mirror -- annoyingly, the spandex left her nipples somewhat visible, the costume lacking nipple pads in the interior. "This is no time to be thinking about modesty!" she scolded herself. "Alright... Cindy, my dearest, I'm coming!" Throwing open the window, she looked out into the evening, and oriented herself, gazing into the distance where the warehouse lay. Then, with a push from her mighty leg muscles, she was off, leaping high into the sky, aiming for the next rooftop. *** Cindy struggled fruitlessly against the chains that bound her wrists and ankles, her body swinging back and forth, suspended from the ceiling. She uttered for the umpteenth time, "You'll never get away with this!" "Yadda, yadda," replied the girl standing behind her. "Change your tune already!" Elena Phelps reached around Cindy's naked body again, inhaling the sweaty scent of her captive victim. Cindy's muscled body was beaded with sweat, and her body slumped with fatigue. For hours, she had been struggling to no avail. Moreover, Elena and the dastardly Valerie had been taking it in turns to torture her. Nothing that would leave a mark -- but the two of them had been molesting her, tweaking her nipples, rubbing her slit and her clit, and fondling her other erogenous zones. She could only grit her teeth and try in vain to ignore this unwanted ministration. Cindy had clenched her teeth and had borne it all as bravely as she could, refusing to give in to her captors in this battle of wills. She did desperately hope, however, that the Phelpses did not discover that she was still a virgin. Cindy had always been the best-behaved daughter anyone could hope for -- she'd dated, but had never gone beyond kissing, and second base had always been out of the question. As long as Mom hadn't yet approved, she wasn't going to give up her chastity. Doing mixed wrestling matches was a bit different, of course -- but she'd always been strong enough thus far to put any overly-grabby boy in his place. Here she was, though, being violated at will, and inwardly she shuddered in horror at what this lewd and lascivious mother-daughter pair was doing to her. How horrendous! But she told herself to be brave -- that Mom wouldn't want her to crack. She won't let Mom down -- she'd endure until Mom came to rescue her. There was no doubt in Cindy's mind, as she tossed her matted blond locks defiantly while Elena's fingers again closed over her firm round breasts, that Mom was coming and would be bringing a big ol' ass-whoopin' with her. She had said so as much to her tormentors, but they had just laughed at her and continued disporting themselves with her as their plaything. Physically, she had to admit to herself privately, this Valerie Phelps woman -- better known as Vicious Vixen -- looked very formidable. Vixen had dark hair, tied in a high ponytail, and dark eyes to match. Her nails were painted black as well. In her tight, revealing spandex outfit, cut here and there to reveal a lot of skin, she was very visibly muscled -- like a muscular dancer, or a fitness model. Her skin was almost alabaster pale, giving her a very goth look. Her arms were covered with long black latex fingerless gloves that reached past her elbows. Her daughter looked like a scaled-down version of her. Elena Phelps had gleefully called herself Vixenette -- which had caused Cindy to retort that once her mom freed her, the two of them would have to contend against Battler Babe and Battlerette. That had elicited howls of laughter, making Cindy flush with impotent anger. Elena was stick thin, with small pert breasts currently propped up with a black leather corset-top. She was lithe and skinny, still waifish after all these years, and her ripped abdomen was visible -- though those resembled what Cindy herself derisively termed "skinny abs", the kind of abs you got just by dint of being anorexic or under-nourished, with no real strength. Like her mom, she'd put on black makeup and lipstick, and nail polish too. Her hair was cropped chin-length. Cindy's own hair was styled after her mother's, shoulder-length slightly wavy blonde hair. Her own build was solid, not as sculpted as her mom, but curvaceous and strong, like a farm girl from the Midwest. She had a set of solid abs which she was very proud of, because it looked like Barbara's, just somewhat less defined. Privately, she thought this Vixen and her spiteful little daughter were courting trouble. Battler Babe had never had any trouble handling Vixen physically, and she was surely more than equal to any trap they tried to set for her. The only way they could get to Battler Babe was through her daughter -- and Cindy had been keeping it a secret, but she was beginning to think she was getting powers. She was already half again as strong as the toughest guy in Steel Canyon University -- the two of them had had a private strength challenge session, where she easily outdid him in every lift (and needless to say, the arm wrestling had been almost desultory, she'd beat him with humiliating ease). Cindy was just waiting for the right time to announce to her mother that she wanted to take up the mantle and hit the streets as Battlerette, in her mother's honour. Mom the Superheroine 01 "If Mom can just snatch the chance to break me free of these chains, the two of us together would be so much more than a match for the two of them!" she thought. "Oh, I can't wait to punch Elena's lights out!" Elena's hand was snaking in between her thighs again. She tried to keep them clenched together, but her inner thighs were damp and slippery. While Valerie watched, hands on hips and eyes gleaming, Elena began to intrude into Cindy's pussy with a finger. Cindy's eyes widened -- she'd find out! Then came the sound she had been waiting for. At long last! The warehouse door at the far end banged once, twice -- and flew inwards off its hinges! There stood Battler Babe, in all her muscular glory! "You're in for it now! Mom's here!" Cindy shouted triumphantly. *** Barbara's legs felt slightly wobbly. She'd just leapt dozens of rooftops -- she'd lost count after the twentieth. She felt as if she had just run a marathon sprinting all the way. Even her enhanced stamina was somewhat drained by this exertion. Her marvellous constitution was already hard at work eliminating the fatigue poisons from her muscle cells, but it would take a while yet. Her skin gleamed with perspiration and she breathed evenly, but deeply. "Gee, I haven't done this in too long!" she thought ruefully. "I wish I'd found the time and discipline to keep up an exercise regimen." She saw her daughter, chained up, and being fondled by the wicked little Elena. She saw her nemesis, Valerie, from behind. Her muscular, tapered back rippled as she moved. Valerie, the Vicious Vixen, turned slowly around, and locked gazes with Battler Babe for the first time in more than 10 years. It was truly a moment long in the coming... *** "Mmm... oh yes... yes that feels... uhhhh..." Dr. Sheldon's voice trailed off into a throaty sigh. He was lying on the sofa in the staff lounge, and the young, darkly pretty assistant looked up attentively, his cock almost completely in her mouth. She was deep throating him, and very carefully too. It felt heavenly. He couldn't remember the last time his wife had had the time to do this. Thinking about Barbara, he felt guilty for a moment -- but then Valerie grabbed his buttocks and squeezed, at the same time creating suction with her lips and throat, drawing out his seed irresistibly... Afterwards, they lay side by side, Valerie snuggling close to him in the crook of his arm. He turned to look at her. The moonlight coming in from the windows gave her dark hair an unearthly sheen. Where another woman might have looked dark and mysterious, Valerie looked like something more. She looked excitingly, alluringly sinister. Of course, this wasn't a bad thing -- Dr. Sheldon felt his pulse start to race again as he gazed at his lover. The truth about her was very different, of course. There was not a more caring or sympathetic soul. At such a lonely time, to have someone as attuned to his emotions as this come into his life... how had he been so lucky? She always seemed to be there for him. She was his right-hand assistant, helping him refine the super-soldier mutagen formula, so that it resulted in more compact muscle mass and enhanced agility as well as strength. There was still research needed to find out exactly why it seemed to work only on females and not males, but with Valerie's help it could be done. And with her at his side, after hours... He felt a brief pang of guilt, thinking about his wife -- but what was there to pity about her? She was Battler Babe, going out there, in that sexy costume... displaying her body for the benefit of everyone except her own husband... adored by all, but without the time to fulfil her own adoring husband's needs. Part of him still felt proud that he had had a hand in creating yet another brave and noble superheroine to join the ranks of Paragon's finest, but it was getting more buried within him by the day. The fame and publicity didn't hurt, either, especially when it led to easier appeals for funding... but it wasn't his own fame and publicity. It was hers, all hers -- her fame and glory that he could only enjoy a wan reflection of. He had needs, damn it! He had needs, as a man... and Valerie was willing to help him with them. They were in love, outside the strictures of marriage it was true, but love nonetheless. What was wrong with that? "I'd better get going, Dr. Sheldon," Valerie breathed into his ear. "We have a lot of work to do tomorrow, and you need to be alert to be at your best." "Yes, my dear," he sighed. "I'd better be getting home." "To your beloved wife," Valerie said, and he could detect only the faintest trace of bitterness there -- but it was there, he knew. He knew her so well by now. "You are my beloved too, darling," he said, and meant it. "You've... Valerie, this is so monstrously unfair to you. You've helped me, so much, without thought for yourself. We have the new improved formula, and we know it will work! It's still untested, but it will! Now we simply have to find a willing candidate, before S.E.R.A.P.H. approves the formula in its completed form..." (Dr. Sheldon was the beneficiary of a generous grant by the Scientific Experimentation Research and Application to Paranormal Humans division of government.) "Yes... and that will be hard, sweetie," Valerie laughed ruefully. "We have to screen them all so carefully... we can't risk the mutagen falling into the hands of any villains, or potential villains, at all." "I have half a mind to recommend you as a suitable candidate, you know," Dr. Sheldon said, only half-joking. She'd become super-strong, like Barbie... but she'd be different. For one thing, she wouldn't get quite as big -- so she won't get bigger than him. For another, she was so accommodating, so attentive... she'd be devoted to him, he knew it. "Oh, pshh. Don't be silly. You know we're all automatically barred from it. Unless you go all rogue scientist on us, like that what's-his-name again, Dr. Aeon, in the Rogue Isles," Valerie chuckled. Gods, this woman's voice was so sexy, especially when she laughed that low laugh of hers. He could feel himself getting hard again. "Well... how about that... you're a helpless captive at the hands of the omnipotent Dr. Sheldon, mad scientist extraordinaire," he growled, grabbing her wrists. She struggled, laughing, and they sank into the sofa. In the moonlight, no one was there to see the way her eyes glinted. *** For several long moments, no one spoke. Elena stepped away from Cindy, and both daughters watched, awed by the spectacle of their mothers' silent confrontation. Battler Babe, versus Vicious Vixen, yet again -- but this time, there was something different in the air. This time, the stakes had turned personal. And this time, Vicious Vixen looked very different from her old self. She spoke first. "Well, well... you made it, Barbie." "That's Battler Babe to you, Val," Barbara snapped back, still slightly out of breath. As retorts went, it wasn't the snappiest comeback in the world, but she was shaking with anger at seeing her daughter naked and trussed up like that. Evidently Cindy had been molested too -- had she been traumatized? "If you've done anything at all to her..." she began, stepping forward, her eyes blazing furiously. "Not as much as we could have, but yes, we've done... plenty, you could say," Valerie grinned evilly, and her daughter mirrored that grin. Like mother, like daughter indeed... "I'm... I'm fine, Mom! They've only... only tried to humiliate me, but they failed!" Cindy said defiantly, trying to smile at her mother to allay her worries. "And now that you're here, they'll get the butt kicking they deserve!" Barbara tried to smile back at her daughter encouragingly. "Atta-girl, Cindy! Just watch... this won't take a minute," she said, advancing on Valerie threateningly. But the Vixen was holding up a hand to stop her, and Barbara could not help but notice Valerie's much-improved physique. Evidently she'd been working out plenty in the prison gym rooms. "Your daughter's faith in you has been nothing short of touching, Barbie dear," she cooed. "And that makes me very, very pleased indeed." As Valerie spoke, Elena moved over to Cindy and placed her hands at Cindy's throat. Cindy's eyes widened, and so did Barbara's. "No..." she gasped. Valerie laughed. "Make one move out of turn, Barbara, and your daughter will suffer for it! You may be super strong, but darling little Cindy is just a normal human being, isn't she?" Cindy kept silent, feeling Elena's surprisingly strong grip on her chin and neck. She wasn't quite sure how much of her mom's super resilience she had gotten, so she couldn't risk it. The chains still caused her pain when they chafed against her, she knew, so she was probably not proof against having her neck snapped. Still, it irked her so much, to have to play the part of a hostage! This was not how she had envisioned Battlerette's role to be! "What... what do you want from us exactly, Valerie?" Barbara demanded, her voice cracking with anxiety. "Tell your daughter to take her hands off mine! Why have you brought us here?" "It's really very simple, Barbara," Valerie replied, her eyes growing cold. "I have brought you here, to give you your ultimate dose of humiliation! Revenge is not only a dish best served cold -- it is best served as a twelve-course dinner!" she said, licking her lips. "Your incarceration was lawful and fair, Vixen!" Barbara declared, affronted that the issue of justice was to be made a matter of personal revenge. "In fact, more than fair -- you're out early on parole, which, by the way, you've violated! Release Cindy immediately, and I'll... I'll refrain from reporting you to the PPD, to have your parole revoked," she said. Valerie threw back her head and laughed, long and loud. Elena's eyes narrowed, and she tightened her grip on Cindy's neck, causing Cindy to wince. "You think I give a fuck about the law?" Valerie screamed, in sudden rage. "You took my daughter from me for all these years... you stood up there, looking down on us... and all the while you put on such a noble front for the world, such a fucking façade! When all the time, you were being a total, complete cold fish at home to Steve!" Barbara drew up, stunned. So... that was what this was truly all about! Valerie had composed herself, but now the smouldering resentment in her eyes had taken on a different light. "You... you really did love him, didn't you?" she said wonderingly. "Took you long enough to figure out," Valerie replied with heavy scorn. "And he, of course, felt the same way about me. Which is more than what he felt towards you." "You... you man-stealing..." Barbara said, gritting her teeth. She dared not push Valerie too far -- Elena looked to have a vicious streak in her, just like her mother. The apple did not fall far from the tree, it seemed. "He made his choice, Barbie... and his choice was clearly the smarter choice. He chose the better woman, plain and simple!" Valerie's lips curled in twisted satisfaction. "That's... that's nonsense!" It was Cindy who cried out in objection. "Mom's the best woman there is, and you're just a cheating bitch villainess whom he had an affair with! Mom's the mighty Battler Babe," she ploughed on, despite Elena's snarl and tightening grip, "and you're just a small-time crook! You could never hold a candle to Mom!" "Elena! Release!" Valerie's voice cracked out like a whip. Immediately, Elena obeyed, and Cindy gasped for air -- in the last few seconds, Elena had been choking her, causing Barbara to edge forward with hands upraised, on the verge of attacking. "This bitch is going to pay for her words, Mom," Elena snarled. "Indeed she is, but let's not ruin the show we've so carefully staged, daughter dearest!" Valerie smiled. "Show?" Barbara said. "What do you mean? Explain yourself, Vixen!" Valerie grinned unpleasantly again. "Right now, there are video cameras positioned all over this room, recording all of this. We're making a little home movie of our own, you might say. As for what this movie will consist of..." She stepped forward, as Barbara glanced around wildly, not seeing anything, but knowing it was probably true -- Valerie would not make an idle boast like that for no reason. "It will consist of your utter shame and humiliation at my hands," Valerie hissed. "It will show everyone who watches it how weak and cowardly you really are. It will show, once and for all, that between us two, I am the stronger and the better woman by far. As dear Steve recognized long ago, of course, but now the world will see it, in glorious high-definition. We, my dear Barbie, are going to have ourselves a little duel, woman to woman." "So you want to fight me," Barbara said, her mind reeling. "You want... you want me to fight, with Cindy as a hostage... so that you can stage an easy win? Holding her over me?" "I don't need to fake the fight, Barbara," Valerie replied. "I'm more than woman enough to handle you and hand you your ass on a plate, right in front of your own daughter, in front of both our daughters. I'll make you a bargain you can't refuse, Barbara... Battler Babe. "Battle me, Battler Bitch! You against me, Vicious Vixen, one on one, in a contest of strength, skill and stamina. No interference. No harm to come to your daughter, until you lose. After I've beaten you, that's a different story -- you and your daughter will be our slaves and will have to do what we tell you!" "How can I trust the word of a villainess?" Barbara retorted. "Especially you, of all people!" "I've just made the declaration to the cameras. I have... associates, who are making sure of our privacy even as we speak, and who will collect the footage and edit the video. Those associates have to know, too, that I am capable of doing what I say I can," Valerie asserted grimly. Barbara knew this was most likely true. Whom was she getting help from? Arachnos? Surely not, they were too big for this small-time revenge. The Family? She'd never known Valerie to have any significant Mafia ties. No matter -- it was of no consequence. She was being challenged to a duel -- her, Battler Babe! For the freedom of her daughter! "You do realize I am far stronger than you are?" she asked, incredulously. "I know you look as though you've been seriously working out in prison, but you have to know, there is no way you can match me." To this, Valerie only smiled grimly. "Oh, I think you'll be surprised, Barbara. And I want you to be. In fact, I want the both of you to understand who the stronger, better woman really is. That's why we'll start the duel with a bit of arm wrestling, right here in front of our girls. And then we'll maybe do a bit of boxing, fisticuffs, unarmed combat. And then... I'll wrestle you into submission. If you make me submit or give up at any point, you win and you take your daughter with you, and my daughter and I will take whatever punishment you have for us. If I win, you and Cindy are at our mercy, and believe me, we've definitely got plans for you. "Do you accept these terms, Battler Babe?" The last question was delivered in a clear, resounding voice. It had the ring of a ritualistic challenge... a challenge that had to be accepted. "Go on, Mom! You can do it for sure! She wants it, you give it to her -- show her up at her own game! Go, Battler Babe!" Cindy cried out excitedly. She could not believe how foolish this Vixen was being. Didn't she know what Mom was capable of? "C'mon, you big broad! Or are you afraid of Mom? Afraid she'll show you for the milksop weakling housewife you really are?" Elena crowed, leering at Barbara lewdly. Barbara took only a moment longer to gather herself. Then, she drew herself up, and placed her fists on her hips, feet planted squarely apart, in a classic power pose. "Alright, Vixen -- you have your duel! I accept your challenge!" she declared, her eyes glinting. She was no shrinking violet -- she was Battler Babe, scourge of evildoers! "I'll make you real sorry for what you've done to Cindy!" "Excellent!" Valerie cried. "Then let's begin!" Turning to the side, she reached for a large steel crate, grabbing a side-handle. Then, as Barbara and Cindy looked on in amazement, she lifted up the crate with one arm, grunting only a little bit with effort, and placed it down in front of Cindy, setting it down with a dull boom. The muscles on her arm rippled and bulged in an impressive show of both strength and control! "She's enhanced her strength somehow!" Barbara and Cindy both realized. Little wonder that she had the guts to issue this challenge! But both of them looked at each other, and Barbara saw the adoring gaze of her daughter, and the confidence she had in her mother. For Cindy, so much was riding on this duel, and she had already suffered in this ignominious way as the hostage for the set-piece... after she beat Valerie, Barbara vowed, she would quickly hunt down whoever was doing the recording, and destroy all records! She could do it -- wasn't she the mighty Battler Babe? "I can take whatever you throw at me, Valerie!" she thought to herself. Valerie knelt down on one side of the crate, to Cindy's left. Then, she reached up, and undid the bindings for her spandex costume. It was revealing enough to begin with, but now she was stripping off the top, to be topless! She peeled the material down to let it settle around her waist, leaving her entire torso bare. It was a breathtakingly muscular torso, ripped and defined, with her modest but proud breasts jutting out from lean-looking pectorals. Her abdomen and back were both ripped. Her deltoids were carved, and her upper-arm muscles looked long and lean. The long gloves she was wearing set them off even more. "Come, Battler Babe... let's have a real woman to woman test! Maybe you're too much of a prude?" she laughed, stretching, making her muscles ripple and dance underneath her skin as she did so. With a dry mouth, Barbara looked uncertain. Cindy saw her mother's hesitation, and felt worried -- Mom couldn't lose this psychological ground so early in the duel! She knew her staid mother was indeed a little bit prudish -- sure, she indulged in sexy costumes as Battler Babe, but in private life she was quite the opposite. Now, Cindy realized she really wanted her mother to show her womanly superiority to this slattern who had made their family suffer so much already, and now had plotted to make them suffer even more. Cindy knew her mother was reluctant to follow suit with Valerie right now. But she knew Barbara was not really ashamed, as such, of nudity in front of Cindy. They were so close. They changed together, showered together, sometimes even shared the bathroom while one of them was using it. There was no bodily function they were too ashamed to perform in each other's presence -- their bond was far too intimate for that. So, the reason for Barbara's reluctance was simply that it didn't feel right, doing so at the Vixen's vile provocation. So she had to provide the solution. "You think you're strong, but wait till you see what Mom can do!" she said, confidently. "Go on, Mom, show her your stuff! You're a hundred times the bombshell she could ever be!" Her daughter was egging her on, cheering her on to match Valerie's brazen immodesty and go topless... somehow, that made it palatable to Barbara at some deep level. She put it aside for now -- no time to think about that. With a few quick movements, the upper straps were peeled off, and like Valerie's, her costume now covered only the bottom half of her body. If Valerie's torso was muscled like a lean Amazon's, Barbara's torso was that of a Greek Goddess of War. Her matronly dugs hung a bit low, perhaps, but that was because of good healthy breast-feeding she'd given Cindy, and a healthy body-fat percentage. When she crunched her arms together, you could see her pectorals bulge at her clavicle. They were armour plates on which her breasts reposed. Her muscles were much larger, though she lacked the definition Valerie possessed. Instead, they were soft and rounded, giving her body a delightful feminine mien, the mien of an older, matured woman who had a healthy, superbly muscled physique. Her costume usually came with a pair of white fingerless gloves stopping at the wrist, which she retained. She knelt opposite her counterpart at the steel crate. Elena came to crouch beside her mother, throwing Barbara a narrow-eyed glare. Mom the Superheroine 01 "After you lose, your Cindy's mine to play with," she hissed. "She's going to be my slut." "You watch your language," Barbara replied, with imperious composure. "Valerie, no interference from your daughter... or you and I will both know, who the superior woman really is." "No worries there, Battler Bitch," Valerie tossed her head proudly, flicking her raven ponytail to the back. Her eyes gleamed out from the black eye mask she wore. From behind Barbara's own white eye mask, Barbara's eyes looked back and held the gaze of her arch enemy. Slowly, still holding Barbara's gaze, Valerie drew up her arms in a double-bicep flex pose. Two baseball-sized biceps appeared on her upper arms, with awesome definition -- the bicep-head was bifurcated, evincing the highest degree of development. "Today shall be the victory of Vicious Vixen, and her daughter and partner, Vixenette," she stated quietly. Elena placed her hands on her mother's bicep and squeezed fondly, throwing a smug glance at Barbara and Cindy respectively. "No -- of Battler Babe, and... and Battlerette," Cindy put in, casting an anxious gaze at her mom. To her immense gratification, Barbara turned and smiled broadly and lovingly at her daughter. "Yes -- Battlerette," Barbara said, feeling a deep warm glow in her heart. After all this was over, she would take her darling daughter down to City Hall in Atlas Park and register her formally! She'd have to go into training first, though -- but Barbara was sure Back Alley Brawler, or perhaps even Blue Steel, wouldn't say no to such an intrepid young woman! Raising her own arms, Barbara took a deep breath and tensed all her muscles, matching Valerie pose for pose! Her own biceps bulged strongly -- about half again as large as Valerie's! She was a little self-conscious about the layer of soft fat over her muscles -- but she knew from the way her opponent's eyes widened involuntarily, and the way Cindy gasped with delight, that she still had it! She still looked the very picture of mature female formidability! "Today, you'll be put away by Battler Babe... and Battlerette!" she declared, echoing her daughter. Valerie sneered. "Cindy will see first-hand how her beloved crimefighter mom can't hold a candle to me! Something Steve was smart enough to have seen, long, long ago... he knew who the superior woman was even then, and he chose me over you." Barbara flushed angrily. "Steve was deceived by you, you harlot... you took advantage of him, and you know it!" "Oh don't I know it, indeed," Valerie chuckled her low, sultry chuckle. "And now, you'll know it too..." She lowered her arms, and in one fluid motion thumped her right elbow on the steel crate, which rang with a dull hollow boom -- it was a very thick reinforced steel crate, very heavy, making her earlier feat of lifting it with one arm even more impressive. Her hand opened in challenge, and her left hand went behind her back as she thrust her chest out proudly. "You could say... these muscles I have are a final loving gift from him... from beyond the grave," she said, winking at Barbara. The mutagen! The formula! Barbara almost gasped. No wonder Valerie was so strong! But it seemed to have affected her build differently, making her not quite so bulky, though her muscles were the compact muscles of a fighter. This... this was yet another piercing betrayal by Dr. Sheldon? Or... or Valerie could have stolen the formula. Yes... that had to be it. Slowly, she lowered her own arms, and reached forward with her right hand to hook thumbs and clasp hands with Valerie. "How did you get the mutagen formula?" she asked in a low voice, as she settled into the same pose as Valerie. "We worked on it together, night after night," Valerie whispered, as their grips tightened. Cindy felt her heart hammering in her chest as she saw the two women's muscles tighten while they began to test their grip. She had come to the same conclusion as her mother, and she was feeling anxious now. Did this Valerie bitch really have the same strength level as her mighty mother? Possibly... more? "No! Don't be disloyal, Cindy! Mom can do it! She's the best!" she told herself sternly. She resolved not to show any doubt on her countenance. If Mom looked her way, she was to radiate confidence and faith. "Night after night... I got to know it quite intimately... we improved on it, made it more effective, made it better in every way... made it so that the subject wouldn't turn out quite so butch, for one thing," Valerie snickered. Barbara knew this was a mind-game Valerie was playing, and she tried to ignore it... but it stung. Her husband had never given her the mutagen on purpose, it had been a pure accident. He had worked on an improved version...? This man-stealing bitch had played a large role in its enhancement? And she was the recipient of the results now? Oh it stung... it stung. Their gloved hands were now clasped tightly together, white against black. Their bare upper bodies undulated with muscle as they jockeyed for position, moving their elbows closer together and pressing their forearms against each other. Barbara's bare forearm rubbed silkily against Valerie's gloved one. Their gazes stayed locked, behind their white and black masks. "I've waited so long, to shame you like this... and now, it's such a pleasure, to be able to do it in front of not just your daughter, but mine as well. My darling little Elena has suffered so much because of you. Today... you'd better believe I'll give you all I've got, to make my Elena happy. And since this involves taking you down, and Cindy becoming her slave... all the better for us both. "So you see... you're going down right now, Battler Babe. And then my daughter and I are going to have such fun," Valerie cooed seductively, her iron grip tightening and belying the husky, feminine tone of her voice. "My love gives you the strength to beat her, right, Ma?" Elena put in, placing a supportive hand on Valerie's shoulder. How wickedly she was perverting innocent words! "No," Barbara responded, steeling herself and matching Valerie's grip strength. "You aren't powered by love, Vixen. You got the formula by manipulating Steven's lust, and you're a wicked woman through and through. I use my strength for bringing criminals just like you to justice, and I use my strength to protect those I love, and care about, most of all my Cindy." As Cindy listened, her admiration and love for her mother welling up until her eyes teared up a little, Barbara went on softly but audibly, "Your little pervert girl has had all the chances in life she deserves. It's too bad she chose your path... because she's going down with you, and if she wants to lay a hand on my daughter, she can dream on! I'm the one who's powered by love, Valerie. My real love for my daughter, and her love for me. It makes my arm strong... and it'll take... you... down!" "We'll see about that, shall we," Valerie smiled grimly. "Are you ready, Battler Babe?" "I'm always ready for you, Vicious Vixen," came Barbara's swift rejoinder. "Then let the stronger mother win," Valerie whispered. And they began... (To be continued) Mom the Superheroine 02 [This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.] And they began... Every muscle on their exposed torsos, even on their legs, jumped into stark relief as their exertion commenced. Arm wrestling was not a mere matter of the arms, but of the whole body. Both were on their knees, and so their leg strength had to be used to stabilize themselves. Their trunks flexed to provide the thrust. The most visible sign of their contest, however, remained the biceps. And what a pair of biceps! Barbara's and Valerie's arms were each ideal examples of female muscular development, in different ways. Both Elena and Cindy felt their breath catch in their throats, as they looked on avidly at this long-awaited contest between their mothers. For Elena, her mother was clearly the underdog. She had grown up knowing the truth: that her mom was only trying to make her own way in a world that thought nothing of mistreating the weak. The comfortable middle-class hypocrites like Battler Babe and her blonde daughter, with their cushy lives and comfortable homes – what did they know? What did they know of the struggles that women on the street had to go through? Elena knew her birth itself was a miracle of love – Valerie had been made pregnant, then abandoned, by a police officer, a sergeant in the PPD. Instead of having an abortion, she had chosen to bring Elena into the world. What did big poofy overfed women like Barbara – Bimbo Babe – and her meaty bitch of a daughter Cindy know about life like that? So here was a chance for vindication. They had pulled strings with their mysterious associates to carry out this staged act of revenge. They'd planned carefully. They'd risked everything on a throw of the dice, when Valerie had exposed herself to the yet-untested mutagen. Now, they would see the fruit of their labour. Vicious Vixen would defeat and destroy Battler Babe one on one, in front of Cindy, dashing the young girl's pristine image of her mother forever. She herself would get Cindy as her personal plaything. Oh yes, the fruit of their labour. It would be sweet, and delicious. "Come on, Mom! Beat her!" she cried out. "Crush her!" Cindy was not remiss with the cheering. "Come on, Mom! Show them your power! You're the bigger one – take her down!" Mom was on the side of right – she couldn't lose! Neither of the women locked in their literal trial of arms had managed to gain any advantage – they were still at dead even, half a minute into the match. But neither woman was exerting her all – each had the same thought: to probe and test the other's strength first before committing. "She's strong alright," Barbara thought to herself. "She really has super strength now, thanks to that mutagen formula – why, Steve? Did you really want to make her as strong as... or stronger than... me?" "The cow still has some life in her yet," Valerie thought resentfully. "It feels as if we're almost even... but I know I've got the edge!" Taking a deep breath, she grunted as she turned her force up a notch. Her already-flexed muscles bulged even more, and her arm muscles bunched up even more tightly, as she went on the attack. The small surge gained her a slight advantage momentarily. "Hhhhssssss..." Barbara let air hiss out between her pressed lips as she rallied to absorb Valerie's sudden surge. Managing to quickly halt Valerie's progress, Barbara gathered her own strength and flexed her arm hard in an attack of her own. Their hands wavered, and shifted over a few inches to the other side, giving her the advantage now. Cindy smiled – Mom was winning! But it was far too soon to tell. Valerie halted Barbara's progress too, her face still maintaining a mask of dark resolve and composure. Only the slight trembling of her jaw and the pulsing of her neck muscles gave a hint of the effort she was putting forth. Again, she put forth a surge, gaining a slight advantage once more. The corners of her lips turned up slightly. Barbara struggled to maintain the same mask of equanimity on her face – no way would she let herself be shown up! Especially not with dear, dear Cindy watching... she wanted her daughter to see her mother triumph conclusively and confidently over this particular wrongdoer. But Valerie was strong, damn it... Barbara flexed hard, and yet again pulled their hands over to her side – Cindy's side. If Valerie lost, her hand would come down right in front of Cindy, which would be very gratifying indeed. She hunkered down and marshalled her strength, aiming to making that happen. Beads of sweat had already formed on both women's bodies, and now were trickling down in rivulets, travelling down their ridges of defined muscle, making their skin gleam in the dim interior of the warehouse. Their foreheads too were beaded, as were their upper lips and cheeks. Trading surges, they took turns to go on the attack. Their hands wavered back and forth. It seemed that they really were even, after a full minute had passed in this way. But gradually something could be discerned, if one watched as avidly and as alertly as Elena and Cindy did. Almost imperceptibly, Barbara was taking longer and longer to rally her strength and pull back for an advantage. By very, very small degrees, Valerie was finding it easier and easier to gain the upper hand in each exchange. And after almost ninety seconds of this gruelling match had passed, Cindy's eyes widened with concern, Elena's with pleasure. The balance was shifting – Barbara could no longer pull Valerie over the top, and her hand was going noticeably lower than before now! Slowly but surely, Battler Babe's arm was being outmuscled by Vicious Vixen's! "This... can't be!" Barbara thought frantically. Her arm trembled as she tried to hold off Valerie, who had gained a noticeable advantage by now and worryingly was maintaining it. "Can't... give up... have to win this..." Both women were now trembling slightly all over with the force of their exertion. Moans and grunts escaped their lips, tightly pressed together, involuntarily. They still held gazes, but their eyes kept flickering down to the sight of their clasped hands, and each other's bare, sweat-streaked chests. In Valerie's eyes, though, there was a growing look of triumph. "What's the matter, Battler Babe? Getting tired?" she said softly, sounding a little strained, but still controlled. "This little contest getting too much for you?" "I'm just getting started," Barbara grunted in reply, sounding audibly more strained than her opponent. She didn't want to admit it to herself – but she was already getting a little bit out of breath! She was still recovering from the fatigue incurred during her journey here on foot, running and leaping without pause or rest. Suddenly, she groaned – Valerie had just wrenched on her arm, and gained significant space. Now her arm was bent about a third of the way down, towards Elena. Their clasped hands trembled and shook in front of Elena's glinting eyes. "No... no! Could it really be...? No!" Cindy tried not to let her anxiety show, but she fretted at what she was seeing. How could this hateful bitch be having the upper hand? "Just focus, Mom!" she said, trying to sound encouraging. "You can do this! Focus! Pull!" "Focus!" Barbara tried to tell herself, as she attempted to follow her daughter's advice. She glanced up for a moment. Cindy's gaze was locked on her bulging arm, and then Cindy looked at her, and smiled a brave, tremulous smile. Barbara's heart leapt. "I can't let her down!" Barbara sucked in a lungful of air, making her chest expand and ripple powerfully, her voluptuous flesh doing a sinuous dance – then gave a sudden roar, accompanied by the biggest surge she could muster! Valerie gave a cry of her own, as did Elena, as their hands rapidly went up and back to the neutral position, Barbara gaining back the ground she'd lost in a matter of seconds. But there, Valerie managed to halt her. Their hands stopped waving back and forth, and became still, except for the fine trembling that neither woman could prevent now. Now their teeth were bared, and there were no more attempts to make this look effortless. They strained and strained for supremacy. Knowing that morale could be crucial, Cindy decided to give her Mom yet another boost. "That's it, Mom! Go, Mom, go! Batt-ler BABE! Batt-ler BABE!" she called out, chanting as if she were a one-woman cheerleader squad. Unable to contain herself, Elena cried out, "Come on Mom! Beat this bitch! You can do it! Vix-EN! Vix-EN! Vix-EN!" The rhythm of the chanting from both daughters more or less matched, with each cry of "Batt-ler BABE" from Cindy resounding one chant of "Vix-EN" from Elena. Both women leaned into the steel crate and threw themselves entirely into the match, their eyes widening in mutual glares, lips peeled back, both of them now giving their all. Their fingers squeezed so tightly that their knuckles were turning white. An interminable time passed. The cheering continued, filling the warehouse with reverberations. Both women leaned forward even more gradually, their foreheads coming almost together, their gazes now turned onto their clasped hands. All four pairs of eyes were focussed on that. It was Barbara who weakened first, a loud moan of fatigue escaping her lips. She felt a spasm in her bicep, threatening to become a cramp. Their arms shifted – and Valerie pulled Barbara down almost halfway, as Barbara's muscular resistance abruptly gave way. "No... no!" she moaned aloud, involuntarily. Vixen's eyes danced with delight, as did Elena's, whose chanting got more enthusiastic. Cindy's eyes widened and her heart skipped a beat as she saw the incredible sight: Vixen was outmuscling her mom! She chanted even more loudly, but her voice took on a frantic edge. Still, she refused to stop. "No... no... don't let this happen, Mom... don't lose to her like this..." she silently urged. But it was hopeless. Vixen's effort wasn't flagging at all. She was still pouring on the pressure, her mutagen-enhanced muscles bulging and pumping. Battler Babe looked bigger, looked stronger – but she was now too tired. She was losing, both in strength and endurance. She looked up, and met Valerie's hard gaze, flinching at the unholy glee she saw in those dark eyes. "You lose, Barb," Valerie whispered. Elena leaned in, grinning, putting her face close by her mother's, and savouring this scene of Barbara's impending defeat. She'd stopped cheering – clearly she felt there was no need for it anymore. Only Cindy's voice could be heard now, desperately chanting her mom's superheroine moniker. Barbara shook her head in helpless denial, the despair visible in her eyes, unable to muster enough strength to fight back up. "I'm just not strong enough!" she thought. "This... bitch... is stronger than me...!" She held on for as long as she could. Then, her arm muscles gave up the fight, and Valerie slammed her hand down with a dull metallic boom. Cindy's voice broke off in mid-chant, and she gaped, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, at the sight of Battler Babe's defeat. Battler Babe slumped, her eyes closed, breathing hard, dripping with sweat. Slowly, Vixen relinquished her vise-like grip on Battler Babe's hands. Battler Babe's fingers twitched, and she tried to rub some life into her sore, aching arm. She looked down and away as young Elena, almost trembling with exhilaration, moved over to the other side, and ceremoniously lifted up Vixen's right arm in victory. She had won. Vicious Vixen, in an open contest of strength, endurance and willpower, had triumphed decisively over her longtime rival, Battler Babe. It had been as fair as it could feasibly be. This was especially galling for the loser, and especially thrilling for the winner, considering the words that had been exchanged right before the match began. "Whose arm is powered by love now?" Elena mocked, smirking at Cindy and laying a kiss on her mother's victorious bicep. Cindy blinked tears away, glaring helplessly at the smug Elena. "This is so unfair!" she could not help crying out. "Mom... must've been so tired out just getting here... and... and she hasn't been training as much... she's not at full strength... you caught us by surprise and took advantage, you..." She broke down, sobbing, knowing that she sounded pathetic, which was the last thing she wanted. "Oh, save your flimsy excuses!" Elena crowed back. She gestured smugly with her free hand, displaying Vicious Vixen's spectacularly muscled torso, and Vixen gave a nasty smile. "I just have the better mother!" She planted a big smooch on Valerie's cheek. "That was awesome, Ma!" she laughed with delight. "You really showed her! Like we'll be showing everyone! They'll all see that you're the stronger woman, and that all Cindy can do is make excuses for Battler Bitch!" The words stung Cindy. As if it was not enough, that she had let these hateful women kidnap her to use as a hold on Mom... now she was making her strong Mom look weak! "I'm sorry, Mom..." Cindy sniffled, regretting her outburst. Barbara looked up, tears in her eyes as well. "I... I let you down..." Cindy continued, her voice cracking a little. Barbara's heart ached. Cindy thought she was sorry? Her Cindy... beloved Cindy... whom she had just failed, so obviously, so agonizingly... felt that she was the one who had let her mother down? "No, Cindy," she managed to say in a choked voice. "I should be saying that... I'm so sorry you had to see this..." "It's... it's just arm wrestling, Mom! You're still the better and stronger woman, any day of the week! You're Battler Babe – you've never lost to Vicious Vixen, and you won't!" Cindy cried, her young voice ringing out, as she tried to infuse her voice with the faith and belief she had in her mighty mother. And it worked. Something in Barbara's eyes – Battler Babe's eyes – lit up at those words, and the sentiment underpinning them. She drew herself up, straightening from the defeated slump, and faced her rival squarely. Vixen was now flexing her arms, while Elena cooed over the big, shapely biceps and shoulders. Her jaw set with determination, Battler Babe raised her own arms and flexed too, in a silent show of her unbowed will. In terms of size, she still had the clear edge – but now, there was something in Vixen's posture that signalled the change in circumstance. There was a new confidence, a new assertiveness. Despite Battler Babe's larger frame, there was no sense of intimidation whatsoever that was discernible on Vixen's part. She was proud in her villainy, against her opponent who was the paragon of motherly virtue! "Well!" Vixen eventually said, breaking the posedown, getting up and rubbing her gloved hands briskly. It seemed the evil mother-daughter pair was done gloating for now. "Let's go on to the next phase of your humiliation, Battler Babe!" Grabbing the crate again, Vixen heaved it aside, far away, and it clanged loudly as it went tumbling into a dark corner of the warehouse. The surface had been dented where the arm wrestling women had placed their elbows, such had been the amount of force being channelled through those arms. Now it smashed into a wall and lay there, casually discarded. "Weakling," Elena hissed in Battler Babe's direction even as she took up position near the helplessly suspended Cindy. "Milksop. Bimbo Babe. Marshmallows for muscles." "You shut your filthy mouth," Cindy snarled. "How dare you..." Deliberately, Elena leaned close and spat full on Cindy's lips, making Cindy flinch and wince, pressing her lips together and forcing out air through her nostrils in a futile effort to get rid of the spittle. "You shut up, slut. When Ma's done beating your Mom to a pulp, you're mine!" "Get away from her!" Battler Babe's voice came out as a growl, and she reached furiously for Elena, who backed away, wide-eyed, at the vision of female fury Barbara momentarily became. But in an instant, Vixen was there, grabbing on to Battler Babe's forearm to stall her, and Elena's face broke into a grin again – her Ma to the rescue! "You won't get to lay a hand on her, Barbie," Vixen snarled. "You've have to get through me, first! Come on, Barbie, let's see how well you do boxing!" "Fine by me, Vixen!" came the resolute reply from Battler Babe, who shook off Vixen's hand angrily and stepped back. The two women took a few steps away from their watching daughters, and settled into guard positions. It seemed such a mismatch, this pugilistic contest. Surely, Cindy thought, one punch from Mom's mighty fist would flatten the villainess straightaway? Battler Babe adopted a conservative stance, holding her big, beefy arms up close to her face in a close guard, crouching and hunching a little bit. She had never had to do much formal training in any combat art, since she usually let her super strength and semi-impervious skin do the job when fighting crime, but she did know some of the basics... she hoped. Her booted feet shuffled nervously. They had to be a certain distance apart ideally, didn't they... gosh, she was so out of practice... Meanwhile, Vicious Vixen was rocking about much more nimbly on the balls of her feet. Her guard was narrow and she presented a side profile. Her right fist was cocked at shoulder level and her left arm was held low. She leaned forward aggressively, emanating confidence and experience. Every line of muscle on her lean fighter's physique spoke of her body's capacity to deal brutal violence. "Beat the stuffing out of her, Mom! Knock her out!" Cindy began to cheer. "Pound the shit out of her, Ma! Flatten her flappy boobs!" Elena cheered as well, rather less decorously. Cindy began to feel more confident, watching the two fighters circle each other warily. "Mom's going to win for sure, Vixenette!" she told Elena, deliberately speaking loudly enough for the mothers to hear. "Look at her back... so broad, so powerful. I once saw her flatten a demon with one punch! Vixen doesn't stand a chance!" "Oh, you have a short memory don't you, Bimbo-ette!" Elena snapped back. "The bigger they are, the bigger they splat when they fall! My ma just outmuscled yours, slut! Look at your bloated cow of a mother – see how clumsy she is!" Vixen was indeed moving with svelte grace, stalking Battler Babe with a predator's grace. Grimly, Battler Babe hunkered down, trusting to her layers of muscle to absorb the first few blows from her smaller, perhaps quicker opponent. "My advantages are size and power – I've got to use them!" she thought. Vixen was inching closer and closer. Battler Babe tensed her arms, causing the cords of muscle to tighten and bulge. "I must be as firm as a rock!" she thought. Then Vixen's fist flashed out – and Battler Babe's face rocked backwards, her eyes crossing momentarily. Her arms came down as she staggered back a step, reeling. "Wha- what?" she had time to think, before another jab came flashing towards her face. She barely managed to spin away in time, but it still landed heavily on her cheek. Battler Babe staggered back a few more steps. Cindy's mouth opened in horror, while Elena cackled. What was happening? "Dodge, Mom!" she cried out. "Go, Mom, go!" "That's it, Ma! Sock her good!" her counterpart responded. But Battler Babe rallied, and again her forearms came up, to protect her face and head. The next few blows thrown by Vixen were hard straights, heavier than the fast jabs that had landed on Battler Babe. The straights were blocked, but Battler Babe felt the crushing impact on her forearms and wrists. Mom the Superheroine 02 "They... they hurt! Her punches are so strong!" she thought, as she withstood the pounding slugfest Vixen was dealing out. Then Vixen reared back, and her arm muscles gleamed as she stepped forward, pivoting her lithe, rippling torso, throwing a long hard straight toward Battler Babe's guard. The force of the punch sent Battler Babe's own closed fists back into her face – staggering back, she lost her footing and fell heavily on her bum, dizzy from the blow. How could this be? Battler Babe had never lost a brawl with Vixen. In all their melee battles over the years she had always been the one dominating. Barely a few exchanges into the match, how was Vixen dominating so decisively? Cindy tried to think fast. What was Mom doing wrong? Wasn't she adopting the right tactics... she'd put her guard up, protecting her face, but Vixen's quick fists had simply penetrated the defence with amazing ease – That was it! "Mom! You're not wearing gloves! Keep your guard further out! Not so close to your face!" Cindy cried out frantically. "Try to parry!" Not being an experienced boxer, Battler Babe took a few moments to understand what her daughter was saying as she clambered to her feet, retreating a few more steps from the slowly advancing Vixen. Then she realized what Cindy meant – with bare knuckles, a close boxer guard was useless. No wonder Vixen's fists could go straight through! "I've got to attack!" Battler Babe whispered to herself. If she couldn't guard effectively – and she knew she didn't have the reflexes or experience for it – she would just have to overwhelm Vixen with mass and power! Battler Babe gave a small roar, and stepped forward, swinging a fist as hard as she could. Cindy tensed with anticipation – she had seen Mom punch out an amazing list of things over the years. Very few things could stand up against a punch from Mom at full strength! Vixen's face seemed to sway back, just out of reach. Battler Babe stumbled as her blow whiffed, and with a quick step Vixen was inside, throwing a quick uppercut into Battler Babe's chest. Her fist landed right on the sensitive bottom of Battler Babe's right breast. "Ungh!" The pain made Battler Babe's eyes bulge momentarily, and her big muscular body froze for a second. Vixen had backed away quickly, moving very lightly on her feet. Seeing the stunned state of her opponent, she quickly stepped in closer. But Battler Babe would not be fazed so easily. The punch had been shockingly strong, and her breast now throbbed with pain, but she was the mighty indomitable Battler Babe, battling for her daughter's freedom. As Vixen stepped in, Battler Babe swung a left cross, judging the distance. But again Vixen swayed back! Battler Babe felt herself gape in surprise and dismay. She was gauging the distance right! Vixen was advancing; the target had been open to attack! Was she really so clumsy that she was missing? "Ha ha! That fat cow couldn't hit a barn wall if it was right in front of her!" Elena laughed, slapping her thighs with mirth. Cindy could see both fighters from the side, and she bit her lip as she realized what Vixen was doing. Vixen was a seasoned fighter indeed, extremely skilled. When she advanced, or stood, she leaned forward as far as she could go, bending her flexible torso quite a bit. To avoid a blow, she simply swayed back, utilizing the superbly developed trunk muscles all around her torso. In this way she was presenting the illusion of proximity, and the inexperienced Battler Babe would invariably be swinging at a mirage. Vixen could sway back further than Battler Babe sent her fists, every time, as long as Battler Babe remained ignorant of this. And it was happening now. In fact, Vixen had let her guard down, her arms loose by her sides, laughing at her rival. Battler Babe was throwing swing after swing, massive haymakers that could have felled a horse if they had connected, but all she could hit was thin air. Vixen's core muscles were serving her incredibly well. How could she warn Mom? Cindy opened her mouth. "Mom – aaahh! Unnnhh..." Elena had grabbed her nipples from behind again! The vicious little Vixenette was twisting them ruthlessly! "Honey!" Battler Babe cried out, turning her attention to the daughters. The opportunistic Vicious Vixen quickly stepped in, and unleashed a flurry of punches that Battler Babe barely managed to block. Some were getting through – Battler Babe felt a solid one slip past and land on her nose bridge, causing a small cracking sound. The warm salty tang of blood filled her nostrils as a trickle flowed out onto her upper lip. "Mom! Fight on! Don't mind me! This is nothing!" Cindy shrieked, tears of pain being forced out of her eyes as Elena kept up the nipple torture. "Step in closer! Close in!" But her brave mother could not apply that advice just yet. Her forearms were being pounded mercilessly by Vixen, who had suddenly transformed from an elusive target to a punching machine. She was hammering away at the blonde boxer's arms now, seemingly wanting to break through the guard by main force. Battler Babe's arms ached with the pain, and her muscles bunched tighter as she tried to absorb the blows, waiting for a respite so she could reply with punches of her own, perhaps a knockout blow if she was lucky. Then there was an opening, and she took it, throwing out a left jab – and she punched air again. Vixen had seemed to disappear, but suddenly she appeared to Battler Babe's side. She had used Battler Babe's own arm against her as a blind spot, and now Battler Babe had left herself completely open to a powerful recover-cross from Vixen. It spun her face hard to the side, landing with a crack on her cheek. As she staggered, Vixen threw another straight punch to her chest. It landed low, on her left breast, pressing into the flesh. Battler Babe moaned piteously with the intense pain, and again her guard broke. She could do nothing against Vixen's close-in uppercut to her diaphragm that knocked the wind out of her lungs and made her eyes water, or the flurry of alternating jabs that proceeded to land on her motherly bosom. "Ahh... ahh..." The cries and moans of pain from mother and daughter now mingled. Battler Babe was now swaying, standing unsteadily, trying to put her arms up, while Vixen nimbly danced around in front of her, landing punches all over her unprotected body and face. She had one black eye already, and a nosebleed. A swift punch saw to it that she got a cut lip as well – she, whose flesh theoretically could not be penetrated by anything other than a high-powered industrial chainsaw, was getting shredded by the force of her arch enemy's boxing blows. Bruises were appearing already on her torso, including her breasts. Cindy for her part was gritting her teeth against the pain. Elena seemed to be in a strange sort of frenzy. She was gnashing her teeth while staring fixedly at the boxing bout underway, and her fingers trembled as they worked at Cindy's nipples. Cindy knew that her counterpart was, in her perverse and warped way, getting immensely turned on by how the fight was going, and she was using Cindy as her sexual outlet. "Oh, how I hate them!" Cindy thought helplessly. She called out, trying to keep the pain and the weeping from her voice, "Mom! Fight back! Don't give in!" Just one punch... just one punch! Battler Babe tried to rally herself with her daughter's exhortation. If she could just land one good punch... "Just... one..." she panted weakly, as she swung again and missed. "Oh, you think?" Vixen snickered. Then, Vixen stepped back. The back and forth of the bout had taken them in a circle around the warehouse room, but now she had stepped back to be directly in front of the daughters again. Elena had switched to fingering herself, and Cindy was trembling as she recovered from the agony of the nipple assault. Theatrically, Vixen raised her hands and put them behind her head, then put a leg forward, performing an abdominal flex. Her abs jumped into stark relief, and despite herself, Cindy felt her knees go weak. It was... the most magnificent set of abs she had ever seen. "No... no!" she castigated herself. "Mom has better! What am I thinking? This is our arch enemy, my kidnapper! There is no way I would find such a woman sexually attractive! Mom is... Mom is sexier..." Starting to feel strange at the direction her thoughts were going, she tried to conceal her internal confusion. Damn these villains and their lewd immodesty! She and Mom had seen each other naked loads of times... of course... but this context was different. "Come on, Battler Babe. Take your best shot, right now. You think one of your weak punches can take me out? You still think you have the edge in muscle power? Come on, muscle against muscle. Let's see how strong you are," Vixen smirked. "One belly punch, you get, no more. Then I get mine. Let's see who's left standing." "Yeah... watch your Mom's knuckles break, slut," Elena hissed to Cindy. "Look at that... your useless Mom can't match those abs, ever." Battler Babe had come forward and was standing in position. Her posture bespoke fatigue and pain, and uncertainty. She looked to Cindy for reassurance, and Cindy saw that her Mom's confidence had been badly shaken by the beating she'd just taken, while not being able to retaliate with even a single blow. "Do it, Mom!" Cindy tried to smile. "Punch her lights out! Make her puke!" "O-Okay, honey!" Battler Babe smiled back tremulously. "Come on... do it for her... do it for Cindy!" she told herself, as she crouched, and tensed herself, ready to send a mighty straight punch into the hateful abs of the detestable Vixen. Vixen's body began to tremble finely as she tensed all over. Battler Babe braced – and punched! Her fist landed smack in the middle of Vixen's eight-pack! Vixen doubled over a little bit – but just a little bit... A moment passed – then Battler Babe gave a sob and drew her arm back, her fist unclenching, her fingers trembling. Cindy's mind reeled. Vixen's eyes had squeezed shut and she had hissed with the impact, but otherwise, showed no ill-effect! "Yes! Vixen's abs win!" Elena did a fist-pump. "Go Ma!" "My turn now, Battler Babe," Vixen said, dropping the abs crunch pose and adopting an offensive stance. "That is, if you dare." Battler Babe was in an agony of indecision. That had felt like punching a reinforced steel wall. At the peak of her strength, she had occasionally been able to punch through concrete walls, as long as she ignored the pain. But Vixen's abs had been so strong, so tough, so impenetrable. And Vixen's punch... to her exposed abs... could she take it? But if she backed down now...! She looked at Cindy, whose fear was now naked on her face. Her heart bled. Even Cindy couldn't keep up her façade of belief anymore – it seemed her weakness was just too obvious. "Mom... Mom's abs are the best!" Cindy somehow managed to insist, her voice shaking. "You... you can do it, Mom!" She remembered all the times Battler Babe had taken direct blows to the stomach from an assortment of weapons throughout her career. Surely... surely she could manage one punch from Vicious Vixen? Battler Babe was thinking the same thing. She had to do it. There was no choice. She tried to conceal her trepidation. Lifting her chin up, and putting her hands behind her head, she performed the abs crunch as well. She hoped her hands weren't trembling too obviously. "Look at that blubber!" Elena screeched with laughter, as Battler Babe flexed her abdomen. "Been bulking up with Cheetos, Bimbo Broad?" "Shut up!" Cindy wept tearfully. "You're magnificent, Mom! They're great!" she cried, trying not to admit what they could all see. Battler Babe's abs were still impressive. The lines were still quite visible. She was by no means fat or blubbery – in fact, she had a fantastic looking 6 pack. But compared to Vixen's shredded and ripped abdomen, hers showed the depredation of years without regular training. Vixen's abs were indeed better. She bit her lip, and tried to draw strength from Cindy's continued support. "O-Okay, Vixen!" she said, quavering, trying to sound confident. Her voice was slightly higher-pitched than she would have liked. "Take your best shot!" "Oh I will," Vixen smiled with anticipation, and her fist drew back, the muscles on her arm coiling sinuously. Cindy would never forget this sight. Battler Babe, with her battered and bruised torso, sporting a swollen eye and a nosebleed, standing there, her bare torso exposed in all its glory, bravely flexing with all her might to maintain the resilience and tensile strength of her abdominal wall. Vixen, her black gloved arm cocked back as if it were a crossbow bolt, the formidable muscles bunching up, ready to send all the force she could muster into Battler Babe's abs. In her prime, this would have been no contest. In the past, Vixen's punch would have bounced ineffectively off Battler Babe's invulnerable muscles. Now, time seemed to slow. Cindy saw everything in stark detail – her senses picked out each bead of sweat on the bodies and faces of both women – the red on her Mom's face contrasting sharply and vividly against the white eyemask of her costume – Vixen's fist sent up in a close-range uppercut, smashing into the pale fleshy barrier of her Mom's belly. She saw how Mom's eyes goggled, how a gobbet of spittle was forcibly ejected from between Mom's lips. She saw how Mom's jaw remained opened and how the drool began to trickle out. She saw the fist sinking deep, so deep, into Mom's futilely flexed belly muscles. She saw how Mom slowly sank to the floor, gagging, and how Elena skipped over to her mother, who was standing back with an insufferably smug expression on her face. She saw how, as Mom lay curled in a fetal position, coughing and gagging still, Elena began to play the role of a referee, counting her out. She watched as Vixen strode forward and placed a stiletto-booted heel on Mom's helpless body, and flexed in a show of dominance and superiority. Then her eyes blurred with tears and she heard Vixenette finish the countdown and declared Vixen the winner, and Battler Babe the loser. "... 8... 9... flex 'em, Ma! 10! 10! You win, Ma! You win! She's out!" And all this was being caught on video, Cindy thought dimly somewhere in her mind. Once the video was released, everyone would see what she had just seen. Her proud, invincible mother, a true paragon of motherly virtue, under the foot of an evil, brutish, sadistic villainess. First, at arm wrestling, a direct contest of muscular strength. Then, at boxing, displaying Vicious Vixen's superior martial skill. They would see this, happening right now in front of Cindy's eyes: the mighty Battler Babe, curled up nearly nude on the floor, muscles quivering all over, struggling to draw a breath, beaten up and bruised, face covered with blood and saliva; while her nemesis, the unforgivable Vicious Vixen, stood with a foot planted on her, flexing her arms, looking darkly sexy; and her daughter Vixenette, villainess-in-training, being taught a lesson in the vulnerability of virtue, the impotence of justice, the uselessness of righteousness. And the whole duel wasn't even done, yet. When she had been kidnapped, hours ago, she had held on to one shining thought in her mind: that her strong, invincible Mom was coming to give them their payback. When they had challenged Mom to the duel, Cindy's uppermost thought was that Mom would have to hold herself back so as not to cause any fatalities. Now it was changed – all changed. Now the question burning in Cindy's mind, was: Would Battler Babe... her dearest mother, Barbara Beck... survive this duel? "What if she loses? Oh, Mom... what if she kills you?" came the thought to the fore of her mind. "How can we win this?" She blinked away her tears, and opened her eyes. Vixen and Vixenette were standing in front of her, Battler Babe's curled up form behind them, dismissed from their immediate attention. Vixenette was staring at her with slightly glazed eyes, and Cindy realized with a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach that Elena was drinking in the sight of her tears like a sadistic demoness. Angrily, she blinked harder, and tried to put on a look of resolve. Vicious Vixen was looking at her contemplatively. "Ready to surrender to us, Battlerette? I don't think your mother is up to fighting me anymore," she said, and chuckled throatily, like a true evil dominatrix. "Yeah, she's a wimp of a weak housewife," Vixenette affirmed. "Guess she can't continue with the duel, Ma. You're just too strong for her now." Cindy was silent, looking past them and down, where her Mom lay, her body still shuddering and spasming, just a few feet away. "Mom?" she called, her voice breaking. "Mom, can you hear me? Are you alright?" Vixenette's eyes almost rolled up into her head with delight. Vixen's smile grew wider and she reached forward, cupping Cindy's chin. "What will you do, little Battlerette, without your big, strong Mom here to save you?" she murmured huskily. "She'll... she'll save me," Cindy whispered. "She'll come through for me." "Do you want her to keep fighting me, then?" Vixen purred. "Keep fighting... and losing... and suffering? If you think I've just put her through pain... you can't conceive of what I have in store for her." As if on cue, Battler Babe gave a small groan. She trembled as she tried to rise, but Cindy saw that she could not even push herself up off the floor yet. Her mother had a very strong constitution, and healed fast, but she knew that Battler Babe could not recover faster than Vixen could punish her. "If you submit to us now... I won't inflict so much suffering on your mother. She'll just have to watch, of course, as we take you as our prize... but you'll have to decide, Battlerette, if that's better than the alternatives," Vixen's eyes glinted, leaving no doubt as to what she had in mind. Cindy's mind was in turmoil. Did she have a right to put her Mom through this? Wasn't she being selfish, if she kept asking Mom to fight? What if... what if all that was at stake was only herself? Her body... her freedom... could she give that up, for Mom? Would Mom do any less for her? Perhaps she could strike a bargain with these villainesses. She shivered just to think of what the bargain would entail. More than that – she was cringing with horror. But... to save Mom any more of this beating... "No... get away from... her... Vixen..." Battler Babe was struggling to her feet. She was on all fours, and heaving for breath in a way that suggested respiratory difficulties, but she was breathing. A few drops of blood dripping from her face. As all three onlookers watched, one in wild hope, two in angry disbelief, Battler Babe raised her body upright, swaying with the effort, then got up on one knee, then another. She still clutched her abdomen, where there was now a red patch to mark where Vixen had punched her so powerfully, but she was standing. Battler Babe was on her feet again! "Mom! Battler Babe!" Cindy shouted, her heart thudding with hope. "Glutton for punishment?" Vixen snapped, as she moved to face off against her nemesis again. Vixenette, scowling, moved to Cindy's side once more. Vixen stood strong and firm, with her fists on her hips, looking every inch the powerful villainess. Her erect nipples jutted out proudly, dark knobs on brown patches. Her ponytail hairdo still appeared neat, despite her exertions. The lean cords of muscle on her body gave her a feral mien. Battler Babe stood, battered but, as yet, unbowed. She still slumped slightly. The bruises on her beautiful face were fading, but still marred her appearance. Her matronly physique still looked strong and solid. Mom the Superheroine 02 "Mom..." Cindy's voice came out as an urgent whisper. She was once again a young girl, seeking reassurance, wanting to know that she could rely on her mother's strength. "Mom... are you alright? Can you fight?" "Yes... yes, honey," Battler Babe replied, gasping a little but trying to sound resolute. "Don't worry about me, darling... I'll get you free... I'll beat her..." "You should be submitting to me now, Barbara," Vixen snarled, her lips curling with contempt. "Look at you... one short boxing bout with me and you're just about finished! You really think you can go a round of wrestling with me?" "While I still have an ounce of strength left in me, Vixen..." Battler Babe said hoarsely, panting slightly but drawing herself up a little. "While I still can draw breath... I will never submit to you. I will defeat you, free my daughter from your clutches, and send you and your daughter to jail, where trash like you belongs!" "I will enjoy breaking you, body and spirit, Battler Babe," Vixen growled, dropping into a crouch, which Battler Babe promptly matched. "Evil like yours will never triumph in the end," Battler Babe asserted. The tussle was about to begin... could the embattled Battler Babe triumph over her despicable foe, with such high stakes on the line? (To be continued) Mom the Superheroine 03 [This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.] [There are incestuous elements in this story, between mothers and daughters. Be warned.] They came together in a rush, their bodies smacking together, each one's breasts squishing against the other's, fingers digging into each other's biceps. Grunting, they began a pushing contest. Cindy felt hope surge within her again, as she observed Battler Babe's tremendously muscled thighs flex powerfully. Barbara Beck had always been proud of her leg muscles after the mutagen had taken effect, even though they certainly did not conform to standard feminine ideas of beauty. Young Cindy had always cooed over the way her quadriceps were fully developed, all three teardrops bulging when flexed, the sculpted shape so elegantly formed. And Battler Babe was not lacking in the hamstrings department either – they bulged wonderfully, showing perfect symmetry with the quads. As a finishing touch, her calf was a solid lump of smooth muscle, with both the soleus and gastrocnemius superbly developed. To Cindy, these were the perfect pair of human legs, and they belong to her mother. Indeed, Battler Babe was winning! The momentum allowed her to use her greater mass to good advantage, and she had forced Vixen's body to bend backwards, making Vixen's legs buckle! Vixen had not yet been forced back a step, but in this contest of leg strength Battler Babe was proving superior! "At last!" Cindy exulted silently. "Now you can show your true strength, Mom!" Vixen was gritting her teeth, feeling the full force of that strength. Battler Babe was thrusting forward with everything she had, pulses of power pumping through her booted legs. But Vixen was no slouch in leg muscle development. Cindy began to observe that Vixen had managed to fight Battler Babe to a standstill, though she had almost been forced to one knee while doing so. Her strong core was allowing her to bend without being forced to give up ground. Her legs were powerfully muscled as well, though not as large as her heroic opponent's, and she could match Battler Babe for definition. She had impressive diamond-hard calves and triple teardrop quads as well, Cindy could not help noticing. And Battler Babe was shaking with more than just this exertion. She was still recovering from the boxing bout, especially that devastating gut punch she had just taken. She had been jumping strenuously prior to arriving, and Cindy was not sure if her Mom's stamina was still what it was in the old days. "That's it, Mom," she said encouragingly. "You have her! Get her down on her knee, then crush her!" Mom had to do it fast, she reflected, and use other muscle groups to give her legs a rest. Every moment of continued exertion counted against her, in her current fatigued state. "Come on Ma!" Elena said, through gritted teeth. "Don't let her beat you!" Vixen's eyes snapped open – they had been closed with effort – and she turned her face up to go nose to nose with Battler Babe. Her lips curled up in a smile. "This... the best... you can do?" she panted. Battler Babe could make no reply, except to thrust again with her legs, ignoring the pain in her upper arms from Vixen's steely fingers. She could feel herself slowly weakening, her pressure on Vixen slowly easing, as the burning continued and increased in her legs. And the ache... that abominably persistent ache in her abdomen... "I must beat her at something!" she raged inwardly. "Even if it is just this, I have to win! My legs are better than hers – they've got to be!" But slowly, slowly, Vixen was beginning to push up. With a series of grunts and some powerful thrusts, her legs straightened and now she was almost even with Battler Babe as they braced together in this contest of brute strength. Her long lean legs gleamed as slowly she was able to extend them, correspondingly making her hated rival's legs bend more. "I remember... dear Steven..." Vixen began, stage whispering into Battler Babe's ear, as they placed their chins on each other's shoulders. "Remember... how he... always stroked my legs... my thighs... calves..." Battler Babe gave a moan. The words were weapons flung directly at her heart, releasing secret, hidden pain locked away for years. "He used... to tell me... that my legs... were better than... yours..." Vixen moaned as well, but with overtones of pleasure at the recollection. "Wonder... what he'd... say now... watching me... beat you..." "No... no... never... can't..." Battler Babe lapsed into incoherent denial, squeezing tears of fury out of the corners of her eyes. "Won't let... you win..." "I was better... even then! I'm better... than you... now!" Vixen snarled, her voice rising in a crescendo. And with a single powerful thrust, a surge that flexed every muscle in her body, Vicious Vixen sent Battler Babe tumbling backwards, almost head over heels! While Elena whooped and cheered with relief and jubilation, Cindy could not stop the shock on her face from showing. What a show of might... what a display of strength! Normally she only ever saw Mom do that to others – but here was Vixen doing that to her! "Oh Mom!" she thought anxiously. "You're still tired, and hurting, and you're not fully in shape... but still!" Battler Babe scrambled to her feet, her face scarlet as she tried to collect herself. Vixen was doing a little victory pose, hands raised in the air for the hidden cameras. Her legs... they were so powerful... and she had lost yet another strength contest... "Why is this happening?" she thought to herself, almost sobbing. "Why am I losing so badly at everything? I'm supposed to be Battler Babe! And Cindy's watching, putting her faith in me, wanting me to rescue her! Why am I not strong enough? I've lost in arm strength... boxing... leg strength... I've got to think of something... anything!" Remembering how Cindy wrestled in school, and some of the tricks Cindy had taught her when they playfully wrestled at home, Battler Babe decided to take a gamble on her ability to apply those tricks. Keeping low, she suddenly made a rush towards Vixen, who was just a second slow to react by dropping into a crouch. But then she stumbled – her aching legs had momentarily given way. It was more than enough – Battler Babe managed to grab onto Vixen's legs, but Vixen had managed to drop into a stable stance, with a low centre of gravity, and could not be upended easily, being now of equal... or greater... strength. Instead, Battler Babe immediately found herself on the defensive. Vixen leaned over her back, her bare breasts rubbing along Battler Babe's back muscles, and wrapped her strong arms around Battler Babe's waist from above, clasping her wrists together right at the spot where she had driven her fist into the abdominal flesh. Vixen proceeded to give a tight, sharp jerk, which elicited a loud grunt of pain and shock from Battler Babe. Stunned, Battler Babe could not prevent Vixen from locking her thighs around her head, trapping it. "No!" Cindy thought, biting her lip to keep from crying out. "That was a good try from Mom, but Vixen's just too quick!" Then Vixen performed yet another feat of muscular strength – giving a yell of effort, she heaved, and lifted Battler Babe bodily in front of her! Battler Babe's legs were lifted off the floor as her body was upended, and for a moment they flailed and pedalled. Then Vixen went down on her knees, with Battler Babe's head still trapped in between – and Cindy could not help crying out, as her mother's skull suffered the impact of a kneeling piledriver! "NO!" she screamed. Woozily, Battler Babe tried to struggle out. Her head was ringing from the impact, and though Vixen had not managed to make it a particularly devastating piledriver, it still stunned her momentarily. Moreover, she was now upside down, her mature breasts flopping down to the level of her chin as they obeyed gravity. Before she could kick out and free herself, Vixen's arms crunched her waist tightly again, and she stiffened as the spasm of nauseating pain shot through her once more. Vixen was really merciless, applying maximum pressure to that reddened patch on her stomach, which might as well have been a big X marking the target spot for maximum damage to be inflicted. "Look at her butt! Haha!" Elena jeered, and indeed Battler Babe's muscled, yet voluptuous rear was completely exposed to the gaze of all. Her powerfully muscled legs rippled uselessly. "Wish I could spank it red!" "You'll get your chance, love, never fear," Vixen laughed, sounding only a little breathless. "Kick out, Mom, kick out!" Cindy called out, trying to take some comfort from the fact that her mother did not appear too concussed. Battler Babe's formidable neck muscles must have cushioned most of the blow. But the pain shooting through her body from Vixen's vise-like inverted reverse bearhug was paralyzing her, pre-empting any concerted movement on her part. Vixen was showing off tremendous strength, being able to hold Battler Babe's struggling body upright like that in a kneeling position. Her back rippled with manifest power as she did so. Meanwhile, she continued disorienting Battler Babe by applying some crushing pressure with her legs. Finally, Battler Babe managed to gather her strength and caused the both of them to sway and topple to the side. Immediately Vixen reacted, and stayed on top, maintaining their relative positions. She deftly slipped her arms underneath Battler Babe's, performing an underhook. Now both of them were on their knees, as in Greco-Roman wrestling, and Battler Babe's head was under Vixen's right armpit, her large arms trapped at a painful angle above. "Aahh... ahh..." Battler Babe could not stop herself from uttering groans of pain, even knowing it would be music to the ears of Vixen and Vixenette, and torture for Cindy. "Arrghh... uhh..." Slowly, but irresistibly, Vixen maneuvered Battler Babe's arms into an ever more painful position, levering them up higher and further behind the heroine's broad back. As Battler Babe reared up in a burst of effort, Vixen adroitly slipped her legs around her opponent's waist, causing her opponent to keen audibly in agony. The twisting of Vixen's leg muscles were terrifying for Cindy to behold, knowing as she did that they were ravaging Battler Babe's battered abdominals. Now Vixen shifted to the side, keeping her thighs clamped tightly around Battler Babe's midriff. The two women were a wriggling mass of muscled limbs and sweaty skin. Vixen grunted and gasped with the exertion as she locked Battler Babe's head in an underarm chokehold, clamping Battler Babe's neck beneath her armpit. Then she rolled over, and Battler Babe was trapped in a dragon sleeper, with a scissors hold around her waist. To cap it off, Vixen trapped Battler Babe's right arm with her own, and cruelly applied an arm bar by entwining their arms and stressing Battler Babe's joints. It was excruciating agony. Battler Babe had to fight just to keep breathing, with her constricted windpipe and her squeezed torso. Her left hand slapped the floor uselessly; her legs flailed weakly, unable to be put to use. She felt as if she had been trapped by a superpowered anaconda or python, and was slowly being squeezed to death. The pace had changed, and now it was a slow grind. "Grind" was certainly the word that came to mind, as the two girls watched Vixen's thighs flexing and pulsing away, slowly reducing Battler Babe's abdomen to mush. Vixenette was watching avidly, her fists clenched, as if she were at a prize fight, hissing with pleasure intermittently. Cindy had two streams of tears on her face by now, and she was jerking against her chains to no avail. "Mom... hang in there... don't give up," she continued cheering her mother on, trying her hardest not to let her voice break. She wanted to rip apart the chains with her bare hands. She wished so badly that she had inherited more of her mother's super strength somehow. If only she could get free... then she could help her dearest Mom out of this rigged battle... A niggling voice told her treacherously that the battle wasn't rigged, not significantly. Sure, Battler Babe had been slightly winded getting here, but that was all. Surely she shouldn't be losing so badly... surely... It seemed hopeless... Vixen seemed content to wear Battler Babe down with this hold until victory was assured. How could the redoubtable heroine turn this around...? Fighting through the excruciation, Battler Babe filled her mind with thoughts of Cindy. She thought of Cindy's adoring face as Cindy watched her lift immense weights at a charity fundraiser, years ago. She thought of Cindy lifting weights for the first time, declaring that she wanted to be muscular like her amazing super Mom. She thought of Cindy now, chained and dangling like a side of meat, at the mercy of their enemies, and watching her Mom, her would-be rescuer, being systematically dominated and destroyed. With a sharp movement that send yet more pain lancing through her body, Battler Babe twisted around, and managed to plant her free left palm on the floor. Vixen had not relinquished her hold, so now, Battler Babe was supporting Vixen's full weight on her back. Amazingly, before the stunned gazes of the daughters, Battler Babe first planted her feet firmly, then stumbled to her feet, straightening up with sheer muscular force, while Vixen clung on like a limpet! "That's it! That's it! What power, Mom!" Cindy exulted, hope once more lifting her young heart. The cunning Vixen quickly dashed those hopes. Snarling with annoyance, she slipped down suddenly and entangled her legs with Battler Babe's, tripping up the larger woman. Battler Babe was still unsteady on her feet – she lost her footing and fell onto her knees. Before she could react, Vixen had grabbed her right foot by the ankle and shin. With a look of unholy relish, she raised it up, and slammed Battler Babe's knee into the floor with all the force she could. The meaty "thwack!" of Battler Babe's knee hitting the floor sent a jolt up Cindy's spine, and made Vixenette wriggle with delight. Battler Babe rolled onto her back, clutching her injured knee, gasping with pain. The impact would have dislocated or perhaps, even torn off a lesser woman's femur. Battler Babe's mind reeled with the unaccustomed pain. Vixen wasted no time. With a few quick movements, she took hold of the injured leg, performed a stepover toehold just as professional wrestlers did, and expertly entwined the captive leg with her. She reached down and scooped up Battler Babe's left leg. With arm strength alone, she muscled Battler Babe's legs into a figure-four position – then slammed her leg onto Battler Babe's right ankle, to complete the leglock. The warehouse filled with Battler Babe's piteous keening. Cindy stared in horror. Even Vixenette was silenced by the spectacle – she flicked her own nipples once or twice, and her hand wandered to her crotch and stayed there, as she drank in the sight of the thrashing, squirming Battler Babe, whose back was arching, and whose every muscle was standing out in stark relief. Vicious Vixen lived up to her moniker, indeed. While applying such intense pressure to Battler Babe's right leg, she took hold of the left, and cruelly twisted the ankle every which way. She even laced her fingers with Battler Babe's toes, and squeezed and twisted them, while digging a thumb into the sensitive portion of the arch. All of Battler Babe's powerful leg muscles, exemplars of development, were rendered useless. Battler Babe could only endure the unrelenting agony. Her face was now streaked with blood, sweat and tears. Her glorious blonde mane was matted and plastered to her head. Her face was a rictus of agony. She screamed until her voice went hoarse. Still the pain continued. Her battered, bruised and overstretched body jerked and spasmed, and she pounded the floor intermittently. "Come on!" Vixenette suddenly screamed, darting forward, putting her face close to the suffering superheroine's. "Do you submit? You can't win! You're just a loser! My Ma's beaten you! Submit!" Battler Babe was gasping for breath, still hoarsely crying out but not screaming as shrilly anymore. She opened her eyes, which were hollow with agony. Her gaze seemed unfocussed. "Face it, you've let Cindy down!" Vixenette continued her verbal barrage. "Ma's wiping the floor with you! Literally! If she gets you in a Boston Crab next she could make you hoover the damn place! You've lost at everything! Give up! GIVE UP!" "NO!" Battler Babe's screamed reply made Vixenette jerk her face away. "NEVER! NEVER!" Cindy had never seen her Mom like this before. Mom was bucking wildly like a trapped animal, or a she-bear caught in a bear trap. Spittle flew from her mouth as she frothed, and Cindy desperately hoped that the blood coming out was from the cut lips and not from Mom having bitten her tongue. Vixen rode out her struggles, though, with an expression of ferocious concentration on her face. And gradually, Battler Babe's frenzy faded. Her hands fluttered. She still contorted in a paroxysm of pain, but even those movements were becoming less violent. "Look at you," Vixenette hissed, approaching again. "You could never take on my mother. I bet right now you can't even take me on, and I haven't even used the mutagen yet." "Yes, darling," Vixen said, sounding breathless but calm, in control of the situation. "I think you could. Wouldn't that be something, dear Barbara?" she addressed Battler Babe now, who was clutching at her face. "To lose, not just to me, but to my darling Elena, while your Cindy sees it all." "You can dream on, you bitches," Cindy found voice and spoke up, her voice trembling. "She won't lose... not to a skinny little bitch like Elena, never..." Vixenette looked at Cindy, then at the suffering Battler Babe. Then back at Cindy, then at Vixen, then Battler Babe again, and finally back at Cindy. There was an evil, calculative look there in her eyes. "Vixenette," she said, sounding oddly formal as she addressed her daughter. "Would you like a taste of the power that I'm going to give you? Would you like a sneak preview of how it feels to be stronger... to be superior?" "Yes... oh Ma, yes..." Vixenette almost moaned, able to guess what her mother had in mind. Vicious Vixen slowly released the hold, and got to her feet. Battler Babe clutched at her knee, her legs jerking and shaking, and shuddered. Cindy desperately hoped the knee hadn't been dislocated – there had been no sound, and it looked in place, but what damage had been done to the ligaments or the muscle tissue? Enough damage to make her beloved Mom, her mighty Mom, curl up in such suffering? Battler Babe was in a world of pain, such as she had never been. Not even the psionic damage she had sustained before at the hands of the Rikti invaders from their dimension could compare. It had been too long ago – that was it, and she hadn't been training to keep up her physical abilities. She was taking so much longer than she used to, just to catch her breath back, and for her body to repair itself. Her arms and shoulders still throbbed with pain. Her abs were tense and twitched with pain, with every movement she made. And her legs... her legs hurt the most. "Tag in, honey," Vixen was saying, as Battler Babe looked up, blinking away the sweat in her eyes. Vixen and Vixenette made a show of slapping their palms together – and then Vixenette undid her corset and flung it aside, to stand bare-chested. Her physique was lithe, like a dancer's. Her breasts were small and pert. Her slim waist looked supple. She took up position to Cindy's left, put a foot forward, and braced, raising her arms up and opening her hands. Mom the Superheroine 03 This was unbelievable! But it was happening – the much smaller Vixenette was brazenly challenging Battler Babe to a test of strength! "I bet I'm stronger than your mother, Cindy," she giggled girlishly. "Wouldn't you like to see me beat her?" "That'd... that'd never happen!" Cindy stammered. "Just – just look at the difference between you and her! Come on Mom... you can do it for sure..." Battler Babe was not so sanguine. She gulped – she was not feeling up to it! This skinny waif... with that hateful arrogant smirk, and those deadly eyes... was intimidating her! She laboriously climbed to her feet, feeling her legs almost give way, sucking in breath as pain lanced through her joints and her throbbing aching muscles. She needed time... time to rest, to recuperate and regain some energy... But there was no time. She had no choice. She mentally chided herself. Elena had not been enhanced, they had just said? Then... no matter how weakened she was, she could do this... of course she could do this... this ought to be a matter of course, she needed to show outright dominance. The thing to do was to guard against a cheating move, such as a kick to the crotch, or interference from Vixen. Yes, that had to be it. "You want a test of strength with me?" she asked Vixenette incredulously, still not quite believing it. "Yes, just strength! Are you afraid to lose, you big blonde cow? Come on already!" Vixenette thrust her open hands forward again emphatically. Battler Babe knew she ought to accept this challenge with confidence. Already, she felt a bit chagrined at how her hands trembled slightly with trepidation as she reached forward to lace fingers with her rival's daughter. "Come on! You can do this! Just put the pain aside!" she told herself. "Crush her, Mom," Cindy whispered urgently. They braced – and began! Battler Babe channelled whatever strength she could through her arms, not holding back – this hateful girl had earned every ounce of the punishment she was going to receive! Vixenette groaned as her arms, spindly in comparison to Battler Babe's, were quickly forced back. Their chests pressed together. Battler Babe began, slowly, to get a clear advantage. Vixenette's torso bent backwards as Battler Babe bore down on her. But she was grinning through the strain on her face! And so was her mother! "Look at you, Battler Babe," Vixen said from the sidelines, her voice oozing with contempt. "You're giving it your all, aren't you? You're finding my daughter such a tough matchup?" Cindy had to acknowledge it as well, biting her lip. Battler Babe should not have to strain so hard against such a skinny villainess! All the same, she was, and was sweating all over, shaking visibly with exertion. How would this play out on the video? They would all see it for what it was: a sign of Battler Babe's weakness. But if Battler Babe could just win quickly enough... it would still lift her spirits somewhat, and Vixenette at the very least could be put in her place. Cindy decided once again that her Mom needed all the help she could give. "Go, Mom, go," she began chanting softly, gradually getting louder. "Go, Mom, go. Go, Mom, go." This chant, much more personal than the earlier one of her superheroine name, really drove home the point for Battler Babe. Despite her superheroine identity, and despite their opponents being correspondingly supervillainesses, it really boiled down to this: Cindy just wanted to see her Mom win. She wanted her beloved Mom to prove stronger than their rivals. And especially, her Mom should not, could not, must not lose to the rival daughter. That could possibly be a future match, between Battlerette and Vixenette, the next generation continuing the feud. But here, Cindy's mother could not lose – not this way. "I can't let you down... oh Cindy, I can't let you down," she thought. The adrenalin surged through her body. She took in a deep shuddering breath, making her lats flare. She and Vixenette groaned in tandem as they shifted – she was doing it, she was forcing the hateful little goth girl down. Vixenette's face showed the strain as her back bent, and for long minutes they formed the tableau, every muscle strained to the maximum. "Just a bit more... an inch more... just a little bit more," Cindy and her Mom both thought. An inch more, and Vixenette's trunk would give out, making her lose her balance and fall onto her knee, giving Battler Babe this much-needed victory. "This is my last chance," Battler Babe thought, and drew strength from her Cindy's chanting. "Just one more push..." She flexed – and found, to her mild shock, that Vixenette didn't budge! She realized that her arms and shoulders were numb. Pain was lancing through her back, and throbbing in her belly. Her chest muscles twitched uncomfortably, and her legs were shaking still, her joints on fire. She tried again. The truth sank in – she was running on empty. Her battered body just could not take any more, could not give any more. Her iron will could not compel the impossible from her muscles. Vixenette's eyes flickered open, and they matched stares for a while. Then, an impish grin flashed across her black lips. She could sense it in Battler Babe's flagging efforts, in the slow creeping defeat she could see in the larger woman's eyes, in Battler Babe's trembling that she could feel now that they were in such close proximity. "You've nothing left," she whispered. "Have you? You're finished, Barbie. I'll finish you." Battler Babe could only moan softly. Only her sheer stubbornness was allowing her to remain standing. Slowly, the balance shifted. Inch by inch, moment to moment, Vixenette's body straightened, pushing Battler Babe back. "No... no..." Cindy whimpered, ceasing her desperate, hopeless chanting and cheering. She could only shake her head, tears in her eyes. She saw all the signs that she had been denying, and she knew – her Mom was practically unconscious on her feet, but was struggling to the very last. Now Vixenette – small, slim Vixenette – unhealthily thin Vixenette – sadistic, mean Vixenette – pretentious, bitchy Vixenette – had muscled Battler Babe back to even, their hands high up in the air, the smaller pair of arms overpowering the much larger pair. Battler Babe – Barbara Beck, the tirelessly devoted mother, with her lush figure, her selfless love, her civic-minded patriotism – was losing. With a thump, she collapsed onto her knees. Vixenette stepped forward, her face alight with victory, pressing relentlessly down upon Battler Babe's wrists until she forced Battler Babe's hands down to be level with the shoulders. She had done it. She had subdued the mighty Battler Babe. "Submit," she said, licking her lips. "Submit to my mother, the awesome Vicious Vixen." "No, it's all you, honey," Vixen spoke up from the sidelines, smiling with gratification. She sounded almost tender as she said, "You take the victory, my darling. You deserve it." Her daughter shook her head emphatically. "No way, Ma! You did all the heavy lifting." She gave the poor Battler Babe's wrists a wrench, and Battler Babe sobbed as the pain shot through her trembling, useless hands. "Say it, Battler Bitch! Say it, you big puffball, you cream puff milksop, you damn fucking hoity toity housewife slut! Submit! SUBMIT!" "I submit." The voice that came out could hardly be recognized as Battler Babe's own. Cindy had never heard her mother sounding so defeated – never. It was the voice of a once-proud but broken woman. Tears of pain and chagrin were flowing freely down Battler Babe's cheeks. There was no will left in her to fight. She could not even beat this despicable little girl, who had treated her Cindy so horribly. She could not protect her Cindy. She could not even protect herself. "Please... let go of me... let me up..." "Say who you submit to." "I submit... to Vixen. To Vicious Vixen." "Who's the winner and loser?" "She's the winner... I'm the loser." "Who's the stronger woman? The stronger mother?" Vixenette was savouring this. Her thighs were trembling, and not with strain. "She is... Vixen... the stronger, better mother..." And finally, Vixenette released the hold on her hands, and staggered back, her eyes glazed, her legs going strangely knock-kneed. She was cumming. In a flash Vixen was next to her, and they embraced, Vixenette clutching at her mother as the orgasm pulsed its way throughout her body, Vixen looking down at her as tenderly and fondly as any pious mother. Barbara knelt there, a broken woman. She could no longer be Battler Babe, the strong valorous superheroine. She was simply Barbara Beck. Or perhaps, she was what her nemesis and her daughter kept calling her – Barbie. Or Bitch. She could even not raise her head to look at Cindy, the daughter she had let down. Cindy's vision was completely blurred with tears. With shame, she tried to ignore the moistness trickling down her inner thighs. It was simply a natural biological reaction, she tried to tell herself, before she tried not to even rationalize it. She didn't want to think about her reaction to what she had just seen. Her mind was numb, her world turned upside down. Vixen and Vixenette had now turned to presumably wherever the hidden cameras were, and were doing victory poses, holding up each other's arms, presenting each other proudly, flexing together, posing sexily. "Vixen... Valerie... please let my daughter go now." Barbara's voice was just above a ragged whisper. She looked up, her face a mess, a desperate pleading look in her eyes. "And why should I do that?" Vixen responded softly, her gaze hardening as she stood, hands on hips, a dominatrix radiating an aura of power. "Losers don't get to skip the forfeit, bitch." "I'll do whatever you want... just... just not my daughter. Please. Not her. I'm the one you want... the one you want to humiliate. Don't make her a part of this, I'm begging you." Cindy's mouth opened in horror but she could not speak. Her breath was catching in her throat. "You'll do whatever we want anyway!" Vixenette's bratty voice lashed out. "You and her both! She's my personal prize!" "If you let her go, I'll do anything you want willingly." Barbara's eyes were closed, as if she were speaking with great effort. "Willingly. I'll do it as if I love it. I'll put on the best show I know how. Instead of just... just being a... a cold fish..." Her voice broke down as the words brought back the old discontent that Steve had expressed before, when their marriage was breaking down. In a moment of anger he had accused her of being a "cold fish" in bed with him. He had apologized for it almost immediately, but it had stung. The reason, of course, had been that she was tired after her busy days and not feeling particularly frisky. Still, she could not help thinking right there, as her mind raced, that if only she had done her duty as a wife, somehow Steve might have survived... and stayed with them. At the very least, he wouldn't have gone off with this tart... and given her the mutagen formula... an improved version, no less... "It's all my fault, Cindy," she thought brokenly. "Only I should have to pay the price." "Please, Valerie," she said aloud. "Let me do it. Let me service you and your daughter. Let my daughter go." "Ma!" Vixenette whined. "I've been wanting to fuck that Cindy's ass all this time!" "Fuck mine," Barbara said desperately. "You know you want to. You just beat me. I'm yours. All of me. I'll act like it, as long as Cindy goes free. I swear it. Otherwise it wouldn't look as good, with me unwilling." "Mom! No!" Cindy cried out finally, sounding strangled. She was almost incoherent, her body wracked by sobs. "Why don't you both leave her alone! Take me! Do me instead! I'll do it... just let Mom go, let her rest... she's hurting..." "Cindy, no... let me do it, I can take it..." "No, Mom... I'm strong, I can take it... you're still tired and hurting, you need rest..." "Cindy... I let you down..." "No, Mom... you'll always be my heroine... always..." Vixen made a face. "Oh, what a perfectly lovely pair you two make," she snapped peevishly. She decided to seal the deal. Weaklings were in no position to bargain. "I think we'll just take the both of you. C'mon, darling, let me put on your strapon for you." "Oooh," Vixenette shivered with obvious pleasure. Vixen noted with pride that her daughter did not seem fazed by the heart-rending exchange between their sobbing victims. Good, she thought, no softness in my Elena. She's hard and strong through and through. She'll be a survivor in this cruel world – no, more, she'll be much more than a mere survivor. She will dominate. They unchained Cindy, whose will had been broken, and made the both of them get down on all fours, facing each other. Valerie and Elena both wore nothing apart from gloves, heels, and two wicked-looking ribbed strapons, huge black monstrosities at least 8 inches long. They took up positions behind their respective prizes – Valerie took Barbara, and Elena took Cindy. Gazing at each other with incongruous looks of love and affectionate, they began pounding the heroines doggy-style. The smacking of flesh on flesh was accompanied by sensuous moaning, and piteous whimpers, combining into a symphony of sadistic pleasure. Already, the video footage was being streamed – and would be copied, over and over again, and viewed by countless people. Cindy and Barbara wept – more for each other than for themselves. Their respective tormentors pulled on their hair, jerking their heads back, and forcing them closer together. "Lick her tears!" Cindy's tongue flicked out to gather in the tears flowing freely from her mother's face. "Kiss! Plenty of tongue! Call each other sluts!" Cindy kissed her mother, wishing there was some way to tell Barbara that this was something she had been wanting to do for a long, secret time. Barbara had her eyes closed, and was stiff and rigid. Cindy's tongue was the one probing, exploring. Barbara's lips softened for a split second, and for that brief moment their mouths melted together, before she stiffened again. But Cindy kept up the kissing, wishing with all her heart that she could transfer her strength to Barbara, just as she might kiss her mother if they were both underwater and Cindy wanted to share air with her. "I love you, Mom," she thought. Then she decided to whisper it aloud. Barbara's eyes flicked open and she stared, helplessly, at her daughter. "Don't give up, Mom," Cindy whispered raggedly, even as they were being pounded so forcefully their hanging breasts jiggled, provoking cries of "Look at those udders! You're just a pair of stupid fat cows!" Barbara could only close her eyes, feeling the tears being squeezed out of the corners of her eyes. Even now... her daughter still had such faith in her... how could she bear to tell Cindy that this faith was misplaced? The reality of the strap-on being shoved so roughly into her, moving in and out of her, denied that Battler Babe was still a woman worth admiring, or a heroine of any stature. She was confused, her mind and body in turmoil. Cindy's kiss... was so sweet... but wasn't it wrong? Part of her – the staid, dowdy, conservative housewife in her – could not believe what it was she was doing, what she and her daughter were being subject to. Yet, for just a brief moment, her daughter's kiss had been able to bring her out of the situation they were in. She had been able to lose herself momentarily in the sensation of her daughter's pure, unadulterated love. But only for that brief second – then reality had reasserted itself. This was perversion. Cindy was her own daughter! And they were being forced by their enemies, in front of each other, in this way... this was perversion! But Cindy's kiss remained the one sweet thing Barbara could cling to right at this moment, so her mind grasped it and held on. She opened her eyes again, and saw that even though Cindy's body was being shaken by the force of Elena's thrusts, there was a look of unshakeable defiance in her daughter's beautiful blue eyes. Cindy's resolve was tested to breaking point and beyond. By the time Valerie and Elena were done, their victims had collapsed into a sobbing, shivering pile of sweat, saliva, snot and other intimate fluids. They pressed their tear-streaked faces together and clutched each other tightly, trying to gain what comfort they could from each other's proximity. "Come now, my darling," Valerie finally said, taking Elena by the hand and pulling her up from where she had collapsed in orgasmic bliss. "Our work here is done. The world will never look the same way at Battler Babe again!" "Or her daughter!" Elena put in, grinning wickedly. Revenge was so sweet, Valerie thought, as she gazed contemplatively upon her handiwork. No... more than revenge... vindication. The Vixen had been vindicated. Wait... what was this... a spark of defiance in the eyes of the younger one... Barbie's bitch daughter, Cindy? "You think you've won," Cindy croaked hoarsely, her voice ragged from the screams that had been forced from her throat during the non-consensual forfeit. "All you've done... is show the world that you can't win without resorting to, to cheating like kidnapping... or not giving your opponent a fair chance..." "Shut it, cum-slut!" Elena yelled. Valerie's eyes narrowed to slits. She did not know if the Malta organization would include this portion in the video file, or if they had already stopped the streaming and recording, but she did not like where this was going. They were supposed to have been broken already. The mother was, she could see that, but this irritating daughter of hers was proving inconveniently strong-willed. "The world can see that I bested your mother fairly, one on one," she snapped. "It's entirely her own fault that she's out of condition, or that she can't box worth a damn, or that she can't wrestle her way out of a wet paper bag. Listen to you... talking about 'fair'... learn this lesson, little bitch. Life isn't fair. And no one knows that better than me and my daughter." So saying, Valerie walked forth and aimed a kick at Cindy's face. Cindy flinched – but the kick never landed on her. Barbara had, with a tremendous effort, rolled herself atop Cindy, and the kick from the stiletto had thumped into her meaty shoulder, eliciting a gasp of pain from her. Her protective instinct as a mother had allowed her to overcome her debilitating weakness and fatigue. "Mom..." Cindy whispered, face to face with Barbara. Snarling, Valerie drew her foot up and prepared to give Barbara a stomp... but suddenly, the sounds of vehicles drawing up outside the warehouse could be heard. The police had arrived without sirens wailing, probably hoping to catch the villains off-guard, but their stealth was still insufficient. Valerie curled her lips with contempt. The pathetic Paragon Police Department was never a match for her on any day, but now that she had her daughter with her, she was forced to make a quick escape. "Come, my love," she commanded. "Let's leave these two losers to their shame. We must leave quickly. Our allies will make sure that this night's work bears sweet, sweet fruit." "Yes, Ma," Elena replied eagerly. Throwing one last wink at Cindy, she followed her mother into the depths of the warehouse, presumably to find a secret way out and away. Cindy sat up with some difficulty. She cradled Barbara's head in her arms, paying no attention to the police officers throwing blankets around them and combing the warehouse in a futile search for evidence. "We're not finished yet, Mom," she whispered over and over again into Barbara's hair. "We're not finished yet. Mom the Superheroine - Extended This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form. There are incestuous elements in this story, between mothers and daughters. Be warned. This story is an 'Extended Edition' of KatieTay's 'Mom the Superheroine' stories. Barbara (Battler Babe) has lost her fight with Valerie (Vicious Vixen) and now she and her daughter Cindy are at the mercy of Vixen and her daughter Elena (Vixenette). Links to KatieTay's Work: https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-the-superheroine-01 https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-the-superheroine-02 https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-the-superheroine-03 ***** Mom the Superheroine Extended "C'mon, darling, let me put on your strapon for you." As Vicious Vixen uttered those words to her daughter Vixenette, Barbara realised that this was actually happening. She had been defeated by the woman she hated most in this world. And now she was going to pay for it, along with her daughter. 'Oh why did they have to bring Cindy into this?' she thought to herself. 'Now she has to suffer for my mistakes, my choices... my losses. She surveyed her downcast and defeated daughter being unchained by the Villainesses and shoved to the ground beside her. There they crouched, awaiting the penetration that was sure to come. All that could be heard was the clinking and clipping sounds of the large, black 8 inch strapons being secured, along with the giggling and sniggering of the evil mother/daughter pair. Barbara and Cindy were then shoved forward on all fours into the doggy-style position. Barbara then felt the dry rubbery tip of the strapon rubbing against her pussy lips as Valerie positioned herself at her entrance. She knew Cindy could feel the same by the tense look on her face as Elena loomed behind her. With all the force they could muster, Valerie and Elena thrust their hips forward, driving the cold phalluses into their unwilling victims. The sudden ferocity of the penetration caused Cindy to cry out as her hymen was broken in a single thrust. Directly opposite Cindy, Barbara let out a grunt as Valerie drove into her with equal force. The villainesses then proceeded to pump their fake cocks in and out of the heroines with expressions of glee and horniness on their faces. The smacking of flesh on flesh was accompanied by moaning and grunting from Barbara, along with screams and whimpers from Cindy. "You like it, don't you Battler Bitch?" shrieked Valerie joyfully as she continued to pump in and out of Barbara's defenceless orifice. "You're gonna cum aren't ya, you dirty little slut". All Barbara could manage in reply was another grunt as the force of the thrusts rocked her curvy body back and forth. To her horror, she was starting to get aroused from the stimulation of the strapon fucking. 'No, no, no' she thought to herself. 'This is what she wants. Think of something else, think of Cindy' she told herself. But as she looked up at her daughter, squealing and yelping as Elena carried on the onslaught on her once untouched vagina, she felt her feelings of horniness lift. 'What am I thinking?' she asked herself. 'She's my daughter for Christ's sake'. Just as Barbara tried to rid her mind of Cindy's torment, Valerie pulled out of her, panting and heaving from the exertion of the continuous intercourse. Elena noticed this and also pulled out. "I think it might be time for a little rest darling" said Valerie, moving over to her daughter and affectionately stroking her hair. "For us, not for them of course" she added menacingly. "What are we gonna do with them ma?" asked Elena excitedly, stroking her strapon which glistened with what looked like a mixture of blood and cum. "Let's tie up the girl" started Valerie "and have a little with Battler Bitch over here". Upon saying this she proceeded to secure Cindy in the chains which had held her previously. She did not put any struggle and allowed her sweaty and musky smelling body to be dragged along to the awaiting restraints. Barbara, on the other hand, was still on all fours; slowly recovering from what was her first bit of sex (however non-consensual it was) for many years. "P...p..please Valerie" she stammered, finding it hard to find the words after what seemed like hours of grunting and screaming. "Don't hurt Cindy. I'll do whatever you want... just leave her out of this". "So the offer still stands then?" questioned Valerie, mockingly. "Well, I suppose we might be able to oblige. .. Your daughter shall not be harmed if you do a few things for us" she added, winking at Elena's distraught face from behind Barbara back. "What do you want then?" asked Barbara "I want you to masturbate" "What?" N..now?" "Yes, now" "In front of my daughter?" "You've just been fucked silly in front of your daughter and now I am simply ordering you to spread those chubby legs and do what you probably do most nights. I'm surprised this little bitch hasn't caught you at it already" cackled Valerie, enjoying every moment of this humiliation. Reluctantly, Barbara lowered her hand towards her exposed vagina and started to slowly rub clitoris, keeping her gaze away from the joyous and aroused looks on the Villainesses faces. She continued at this slow pace until Valerie's high pitched voice pierced the silence. "Come on bitch, you can do better than that!" she said. "Give us more of a show. Or perhaps your daughter will suit our needs". As she spoke she made her way over to where Cindy was hanging, a look of wariness on her innocent face. "No, no I. . . I'll try harder" exclaimed Barbara, desperate to keep Valerie's needy hands away from Cindy. She then sped up the rubbing of her clit, adding small moans and grunts to keep the attention on her and not poor Cindy. Noticing no change in Valerie's bored expression she knew she needed to do more. Fighting back all feelings of humility, Barbara inserted a finger into her now damp pussy, proceeding to pump in and out vigorously. "Now this is what I'm talkin' about" said Valerie. "Go on then Bitch, give us a show". She then removed and tossed away her strapon, tracing her fingers down her toned stomach towards her own dripping wet sex. Barbara knew there was only one thing to do, for Cindy's sake she had to make this 'show' as convincing and interesting as possible. She had to admit she was becoming quite aroused from the several minutes of stimulation and was now quite wet. This made it easy for her to slide another finger in and pump in and out, in and out, her moans now quite real. She looked up at Cindy, dangling helplessly, her pussy dripping with blood and cum. This turned her on even more, making her own pussy start to intimate fluids all over the hard stone floor. Her orgasm was approaching, she could feel. It felt so wrong and yet so right. The room was filled with her moaning and gasping. After a few more seconds she came, letting out the loudest moan yet, feeling a flood of love juices seep out of her pussy. Panting, she looked up at Valerie who seemed to have just had an orgasm herself as she was also breathing heavily, her fingers dripping with her own cum. "Well that was just amazing Bitch!" she sighed jubilantly. "But don't think we've had it with you yet. Not by a long shot. "Elena, tie her up next to little bitch. I need to sit down for a bit". And with that she shuffled away, her daughter following her after securing the heroines in their bonds. Barbara and Cindy hung from their restraints in silence. There was nothing to say after what they had endured. After Barbara's defeat at the hands of Valerie and Elena, the two had been subjected to doggy style strapon sex along with Barbara's forced masturbation and orgasm. An occasional dripping could be heard as Barbara's pussy leaked cum from her recent forced climax. "This is all my fault Cindy, I'm so sorry" said Barbara, staring at her restrained daughter. "We'll get out of this. . . I promise". She almost couldn't bring herself to say those last two words. The situation seemed so hopeless. Here she was, bound next to her daughter, now a slave to all the Villainesses desires. Cindy remained silent in her bonds. The sound of footsteps could be heard. Valerie and Elena had returned. "Aw, look how cute these two look honey" said Valerie in a mocking tone as she surveyed the defeated heroines. "They look so depressed don't they honey? Maybe we should perk them up a bit". Upon saying, Valerie produced two vibrators which she had been hiding behind her back. Elena squealed with delight while Cindy and Barbara's eyes widened with horror. Taking one of the vibrators from her mother, Elena hurried over to Barbara's hunched body and pressed the tip of the vibrator on her clit and switched it on. Valerie did the same to Cindy who gasped at the unwelcome vibrations. She looked over at her mother. There was no fight left in her, she was already starting to moan as another orgasm grew inside her. The vibrations were indeed driving Barbara to another climax as she emitted pitiful moans and whimpers from the constant stimulation on her clit. It only took a few minutes for her to cum, juices pouring down her already drenched thighs. Elena was getting extremely turned on by this and lowered her head to Barbara's crotch, proceeding to lap at the defeated heroines intimate fluids. This new stimulation drove Barbara over the edge again. Meanwhile Valerie was using her fingers to compliment the vibrations in order to bring Cindy to orgasm. "Come on slut, cum like your dirty whore of a mother" she said as she viciously attacked Cindy's pussy. Her 'encouragement' worked as Cindy soon felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. She squealed as she experienced one of her first orgasms. The Villainesses soon became bored with making the heroines cum and set the vibrators on poles, leaving them on the clits of the mother and daughter to drive them to multiple forced orgasms. They then proceeded to fondle each other playfully while watching the show in front of them.. . To be continued. . . Mom the Superheroine - Extended Pt. 02 [This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.] [There are incestuous elements in this story, between mothers and daughters. There are also hardcore elements to this story, including forced orgams, fucking machines and vibrators. Be warned.] This story is an 'Extended Edition' of KatieTay's 'Mom the Superheroine' stories. Barbara (Battler Babe) has lost her fight with Valerie (Vicious Vixen) and now she and her daughter Cindy are at the mercy of Vixen and her daughter Elena (Vixenette). Links to KatieTay's Work: https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-the-superheroine-01 https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-the-superheroine-02 https://www.literotica.com/s/mom-the-superheroine-03 ***** Mom the Superheroine Extended Part 2 The hours ticked by. The buzzing of the vibrators were all that could be heard in the dark room, along with the frequent moans and whimpers from the two tied women experiencing orgasm after orgasm, unable to escape the unwanted stimulation of the sex devices pressed against their vaginas. The two women were Barbara and Cindy Beck, also known as Battler Babe and Battlerette, or at least they were before they were captured by their nemeses Valerie and Elena Philips A.K.A. Vicious Vixen and Vixenette. The two heroines had been tied like this for hours, helplessly cumming over and over again. Vixen and Vixenette were leaning against a wall nearby, savouring the orgasmic cries of their captives. Their hands often snaked down between their legs to quench their own sexual urges. Vigorously rubbing their trembling fingers over their intimate parts. It wasn't long before the evil mother/daughter pair were gasping and groaning from their own climaxes. Barbara had just about given up. She was tied with her legs spread wide and arms raised above her head, held there by rope bonds. The long black vibrator buzzed and whirred, extracting more and more orgasms from her. Intimate bodily fluids trickled down her already soaked thighs. A puddle had now formed below her sweat soaked body, collecting the juices that spurted from her sex with each spasm of forced pleasure. Cindy was not coping too well either. She was similarly restrained, with her lean, youthful body glistening with sweat from the excursions of her repeated climaxes. She looked over to see her mother shudder through another wave of orgasmic pleasure, watching as her toned thighs ran with intimate fluids. Barbara was the strongest woman she had ever known and now here she was, a broken, defeated sex slave at the mercy of two horny supervillains. Vixen and Vixenette had now finished their masturbation session and seemed to have become bored with vibrating their victims to orgasm. They both crouched down and turned off the vibrator wands, finally ending the torment, for now. "Well that was fun wasn't it dear?" chirped Vixen as she slide her hands down Barbara's legs, savouring the last of the love juices flowing down them. "What do you suggest we do with them now?" "How about we use those dildo machines we have in the back Mommy?" suggested Vixenette, a gleeful look spreading across her face. "I wanna see them squirm!" The two villains then rushed to a storage room out back and soon came back carrying two sinister looking devices. They had small motors and two phalluses protruding out of one end. That's right, two phalluses. "These are gonna fill you girls up so good," Vixen said gleefully as she and her daughter placed the machines directly underneath their captives' exposed holes. She then turned on the motors and stood back to enjoy the show. Barbara was far too weak to protest. She could do nothing as both probes slowly moved towards her vaginal and anal openings. The first phallus entered her vagina with ease due the abundance of juices from her previous orgasms. Barbara grimaced as it moved forward, stretching her pussy to accommodate its size until it reached her cervix and could proceed no further. She then felt the other slender phallus forcing its way into her anus. She made a long low grunt, feeling this terrible thing penetrate her where no man had ever been allowed to enter. As it plunged itself into her ass, the first probe started to slowly withdraw from her pussy. Cindy was experiencing the same violation from the other machine. She shrieked as her unexplored holes were stretched to their limit and beyond. Tears rolled down her face as the grueling pain of double penetration overwhelmed her. The two probes then started to thrust in and out of the heroines' holes in a smooth rhythm. When one entered, the other would pull out and so on. "Ohhhhh! Make it stop!" Cindy screamed, thrusting her hips with each penetration from the machine, trying to escape the unwanted intrusions. "It's too much! I can't, I can't. . . "was all she could managed as she succumbed to the pain and exhaustion, causing her to pass out. As she watched Cindy's body go limb, the phalluses still driving in and out of her, Barbara realised this was going to be a long night indeed. . . * * * * "What the hell. . ." groaned Cindy after waking up nearly an hour later. The pace of the machines was now twice as quick as before and her holes had gone numb from being stretched so much. She looked over at her mother, who was also still weathering an assault from the machine. She could tell from her moaning that she had pretty much given up resisting. Her beautiful blonde hair was in disarray and covered in sweat. "Don't bother resisting Cindy . . . It'll just hurt even more" Barbara mumbled in obvious defeat as she just hung there and took it without a fight. "No Mom . . . I'll have us out of here in just a few .. . oh god!" Cindy started before being interrupted by Vixen sucking on her nipples, increasing the stimulation she was enduring. "Just go with it Cindy. . It'll start to feel good" moaned Barbara "Yes . . You just gotta enjoy it ... oooohh!" she screamed in orgasm as she threw head back with sheer pleasure. It was at that moment that Cindy knew there was no hope. She had always seen her mother as a powerful and strong woman but now here she was; a curvy slut craving another orgasm. How was she supposed to fight back if her mom had already given up? As Barbara neared another climax, the machine suddenly grounded to a halt. . She looked down to see both probes pulling out of her hot messy holes and the burning heat between her legs and in her belly slowly died away. "NO! NO!!" she screamed. She then looked up at the supervillains. "Why did they stop? Turn them back on you bitches!" "No I don't think so" said Vixen mischievously. "Elena and I have decided to play a little game with you. You may not have noticed, but we are monitoring your heart rate and blood pressure so that we know every time you are approaching orgasm and we can shut the machine down." "You're depriving me of my orgasm?" Barbara whimpered in disbelief. "That's right," replied Vixen. "Unless you agree to do something for us." "And what is that?" "Get your daughter off." "Wait . . .what?" "Get that mouth of yours into her snatch and make her cum." Conflicting thoughts were filling Barbara's mind. She wanted to cum so bad but to do so she would have to commit incest. She looked at her sweet daughter, dangling helplessly with one dildo still lodged firmly in her vagina, the other hovering below her stretched anus, ready to resume its probing. The heat of Barbara's arousal was starting to die down now and she started to think rationally. She got Cindy into this mess and she was not going to suffer for it. "No" she finally said. "No? Well, that's just too damn bad sweetheart" replied Vixen. "Because, the thing is, I'm horny and seeing you two go at it would really quench my sexual thirst. So here's whats going to happen. I am going to unshackle the both of you from these lovely machines and give you one of the strapons. Elena will grab one as well and you will both fuck Cindy while she eats me out. If you don't comply, I assure you that you will regret it. Cindy will be sold on the slave market to the highest bidder. She will be repeatedly raped and you will never see her again. The choice is yours Battler Bitch." Cindy's eyes widened with horror as she heard these threats. She looked from her mother to Vixen to Elena, who was already sliding her strapon up her legs. Barbara's mind was racing as she processed the situation in front of her. She would never forgive herself if she just stood there and allowed Cindy to be sold to slavers. The thoughts of what they would do made her shiver with fear. She would have to go through with this. "Alright. . . I'll . . .I'll do it. Just don't sell her to those monsters." Barbara whispered, accepting that this was the only way. "I'm so sorry honey" she added in a barely audible whimper to Cindy. Vixen busied herself fastening a strapon onto Barbara's curvy hips. Looking down at the fake phallus, Barbara recognised it as the one Vixen had used on her earlier. It was still slick with her juices. Elena lay down on the floor with her fake cock pointed straight up. Cindy was then thrown on top of her by Vixen back first so that she could see her mother as she had sex with her. Barbara lowered herself onto Cindy, quivering as she did so. "Please forgive me" she whispered to Cindy as she positioned her strapon at Cindy's entrance and slowly pushed into her. Cindy gasped as Elena roughly shoved her strapon into her ass but any protests were then silenced by Vixen planting her vagina over Cindy's mouth. Tears flowed down Cindy's cheeks as she reluctantly licked Vixen's rosebud, feeling so full with both cocks sliding in and out of her. She was sure it could not get any worse than this. To be continued . . .