The 8th round has come to a close in this epic, see-saw battle between two voluptuous, powerful, and stunningly beautiful young super women. Uberfrau backs off slowly from the carnage she has wrought this round, pumping one gloved fist in the air, screaming at her battered foe, "you're going down, SLUT!" Kara still dangles from the ropes in the neutral corner, as shocking as this may seem to so many loyal followers of this thought-to-beinvincible Maiden of Might, seemingly "out on her feet" at the bell. For sure, the world's "mightiest woman", indeed none other than the 8th Wonder of the World, to quote the over zealous ring announcer in his pre-fight intros, is calling on all the recuperative powers she can still muster in that great, if wounded, Kryptonian bod. And she is slowly coming around, but with head still bowed; and with Uberfrau's cruel taunts still echoing through her dazed mind.
As Wondergirl and the ref help the wobbly superheroine to her corner between rounds, Kara mumbles confusedly through puffy lips, "gunnnhhh, what hit me?;" then, "not a slut; Supergirl, can't defeat me!" Suddenly a strange deep sigh escapes her bloodied and swollen lips, and her battered body trembles noticeably even as she sags on the arms of the ref and her sexy dark-haired ring attendant. . Watching from barely fifteen feet away, standing in her corner with loving attendant, Greta aka Uber Madchen, the stunning Nazis top lieutenant, massaging her shoulders, Uberfrau grins watching the battered Superheroine struggle in her corner. "Keep on the Superslut , shes brekaing down" Greta tells her fighter... Then Wonder Girl is mine
Back in the other corner, Wonder Girl tries to soothe her battered friend as they lay her back on her stool, and the young heroine snaps an ammonia capsule under Kara's nose to bring her around. With the ref watching concerned from a few feet back, Wonder Girl coos, "You're right, you ARE Supergirl. You'll show em next round, honey. Nobody can beat you. You go, girl!" The ref just shakes his head and walks away, preparing for the next round. Kara is much more alert now; she rises up quickly seconds before the bell, perhaps too quickly as her long, luscious, smoothly muscled legs wobble ever so slightly. But she quickly steadies her shaky legs, Wonder Girl puts her mouthpiece back in, "I cannot be defeated", she tells herself as she comes out with renewed determination for round 9, The ever hopeful crowd, which had groaned with every vicious pummeling blow Kara had taken in the previous round, now rises as one, lustily cheering on their heroine. Chants of SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRRRRLLLLLLL! fill the air as the blue clad Superheroine zings a left jab in with blazing hand speed that has not been seen since the very early rounds.
Uberfrau just manages to catch the blur of a punch on the side of her glove, but still the very velocity knocks her back a few feet. The crowd is in a frenzy, sensing the tide turning yet again in this scintillating match. Kara, buoyed, slashes in a again, right hook, going for the bullseye, namely Uberfrau's comely mug. But the German Valkryie swivels her head just in time and the darting, slamming a left hook down low. Uberfrau, displaying amazing coolness under fire, not to mention impressive hand speed of her own, blocks the body hook. Supergirl, chanting to herself, "I am Supergirl, I will WIN!", launches a right uppercut at her rivals jaw, but Uberfrau swivels her head away again. Kara is puzzled; nobody can dodge her supersonic fists.
She tries again, back with the left, this punch albeit noticeably slowed, far from supersonic in its velocity. Uberfrau brushes it aside disdainfully, then slams a countering jab over Kara's outstretched arm that pounds into the blonde's jaw. Supergirl blinks, throws an awkwardly slowed right uppercut that misses completely. Uberfrau's right flashes now, budda budda thump, two rapid fire jabs that Kara barely catches on the gloves, a wicked hook that she doesn't, the slashing blow rolling her head to one side, her mouthpiece floating up as she stumbles sideways away from the blow. The Maiden of Might feels real PAIN rippling through her great body from the punishing jaw shot. She blinks again, tries to answer with a left, but its horribly slow and telegraphed and Uberfrau laughs tauntingly as she easily swivels her head to one side and the ponderous left sails harmlessly by.
The bell clangs, ending Round 9, and Supergirl, her brave rally having down heavily on her stool, arms draped over the middle strand of ropes as Wonder Girl feverishly works on her. The runette coos soothingly to her weary charge as she massages Kara's arms and shoulders, "you showed them, came back and made a fight of it, dearie; you'll get her this round; you're Supergirl, nobody can beat you!" Privately, Wonder Girl is thinking, "gadds, Kara threw everything AND the kitchen sink at that bitchin looking muscle freak this time, and still she's on her feet, mocking poor Kara at the bell. Gawwwwd, what's going on?"
In her pain-addled brain, an insistent inner chant, almost like a mantra, begins to flash across Kara's brain, "SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL, THERE IS NO PAIN" Kara tries to draw strength from it as the 10th round bell approaches. The bell clangs and a grimly determined Supergirl moves in on the supervillainess, who still lounges in her corner, her back to the turnbuckle. Kara tries to go to the body, slamming a left, now a right to Uberfrau's washboard abs. The punches, alarmingly slow and ponderous, seem to have little or no effect on the strapping Blonde Valykrie, who shrugs them off as if they were nothing. Supergirl, in seeming desperation, digs deep, left, right, left, right, laboring horribly to toss the heavy, tired leather into Uberfrau's unyielding gut. The big blonde laughs again, clinches, drawing Kara in bosom to bosom. Kara groans, wiggles free, tries to go upstairs again with a sloppy right uppercut. The statuesque German easily brushes the telegraphed blow aside, comes underneath with a rollicking right to the blue clad heroine's upper stomach.
Kara blanches, feeling the punch, and the very real, sudden PAIN, even as the strange mantra yet again plays across her brain, SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL, THERE IS NO PAIN". She shuffles an awkward left, the punch slapping softly, harmlessly, off Uberfrau's side. Uberfrau slams another right, this one on the belly button, the force lifts a gasping Supergirl up to her toes. Supergirl is gaping for air. She clinches now, desperately trying to catch her breath, Uberfrau slamming lefts and rights, 6 or 7 rapid fire blows, into her gut; the young amazon's gloved arms a blur as she pummels poor Kara with savage glee. The embattled Maiden of Might holds on desperately until the ref breaks the clinch.
Uberfrau comes off the ropes now, moving forward, Kara shakily trying to fend off her heavier foe. She misses again. Uberfrau is making the vaunted superheroine look old, way older than her comparatively still tender years, and terribly slow and very, very bad. Uberfrau snaps the right cross, catches Kara on the face. Kara blinks, looks stunned by the power in the womans punishing blow, then launches a weak countering left of her own, missing badly. Uberfrau, showing complete disdain for the faltering Supergirl, follows up with the left uppercut to the solar plexus and another right to Kara's chin. Supergirl's knees go wobbly as REAL INTENSE PAIN floods through that Kryptonian bod thought to be impervious to such mortal stuff. She shuffles back in weary confusion, reefing with pain, the mantra almost desperately pounding against that pain addled brain now, fighting the truth, "SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRIL, THERE IS NO PAIN!" Kara stumbles all the way back until she is resting with her back up against the ropes near the neutral corner. Uberfrau is relentless. She rains lefts and rights and lefts into Supergirl's luscious body. Kara is totally defensive, desperately trying to cover.
In a fiery rage Uberfraus tautly muscled body rippling powerfully, continues the onslaught, pummeling the hunkered superheroine against the ropes. Grunts and groans accent the smacks and pops of gloves connecting with yielding flesh. Supergirl is doing little more than sagging helplessly against the ropes while Uberfrau uses and abuses her super body like she's doing a speed bag workout. Then, seconds from time, the pillaging Nazi slams a vicious right hand a full fist deep into Kara's battered, horribly softened abs, the force and velocity of the monster belly buster almost doubling poor Supergirl over in gasping, wheezing agony. Supergirl's system shuts down almost completely for a brief second. The faltering Maiden of Might's usually brilliant blue eyes glaze over, head nodding forward; her leaden arms drop helplessly to sweat streaked flanks and her knees buckle, those normally wondrous, steely strong legs startling rubbery and weak. She is all but knocked out, even though somehow she remains on her feet, weaving and wobbling in groggy confusion. Uberfrau's final blow of this round is a cruelly lifted left uppercut that slams into poor Kara's lowered face, lifting the battered superheroine's entire body with its force. Poor Supergirl twists around on trembling, rubbery legs, lurches sideways, then forward, falling over the upper strand of ropes in the neutral corner.
At the bell she is still draped there, in that neutral corner, the same all too familiar "rope prison" that held her sagging body at the end of the 8th round. Her gloved arms are slung over the top rope and dangling down toward the ring apron, head also hanging down outside the ring, foamy spittle mixed with a thin streak of blood dribbling out of one corner of her gaping mouth, her glassy blue eyes staring vacantly out at the sea of faces ringside. The ref has moved in to begin a standing eight count over the battered heroine, but the bell rings before his count can even begin. With an assist from the ref in untangling her pummeled body from her rope prison, Supergirl finally stumbles in groggy confusion to her own corner, her slow, wobbly journey a sad, weaving, lurching odyssey of a seemingly broken, beaten fighter. She gets only halfway there before sagging down along the ropes yet again, too weak to go on. Dangling there helplessly, once steely thighs melting away, indeed absolutely sizzling hot, and buzzing, with perverse arousal from having Uberfrau's red hot, ravishing form swarming all over her during the steamy beatdown along the ropes , poor Kara whimpers softly, desperately, "gadddds, Wonder Girl, pleeeezzz help me!" Wonder Girl desperatly pull Supergirl into her corner and feverishly tries to bring the dazed superheroine around.
But there is little to be done for the battered Supergirl at this point. Over in the far corner, the Uberfrau smiles wickedly. She has fought off every attack by an increasingly desperate Supergirl, retaliating with a furious assault to which poor Kara has sadly had no answer; and the tautly muscled German smugly realizes the fight is hers for the taking. Meanwhile, in newsrooms around the globe, reporters are already making copy on tomorrow's stunning headlines, all depicting the tragic demise of the blonde tressed Justice League member. As Wonder Girl drags her off her feet for the 11th round, the inner voice, relentless Mantra, is now beating more incessantly than ever through poor Kara's dazed mind, but the tune has changed, "SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL, TAKE THE PAIN!"
Round 11 - the final destruction of the once venerable, formerly thought "invincible", Maiden of Might begins. Uberfrau is in total command, Supergirl shockingly stumbling around the ring on shaky legs, covering meekly, blue gloves drawn up around her pretty face, taking a savage body beating the likes of which few in the fight game have ever seen before, or will likely ever see again. The beating is shocking, fierce, horrifying to so many loyal fans of the comely superheroine; Uberfrau teeing off on the cowering, melting Maiden of Might with savage impunity, while poor Kara mostly just sags back on the ropes now, the desperate mantra flooding her pain-wracked brain, "SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL, TAKE THE PAIN!".
Then it happens; a vicious flurry of body blows along the ropes, Kara's blue clad torso jolting and trembling with each punch, followed by a murderous right uppercut to the jaw. Supergirl's head snaps back violently, then rolls forward limply, Her blue eyes blink in groggy confusion as blood and spittle trickle from between bruised, puffy lips. She staggers off the ropes a step or two, wobbles to her left, rubbery legs buckling weakly, her once superpowered system shutting down systematically even as one small part of her, a tattered remnant of pride perhaps, still fights to stay off the canvas from the monster punch. Uberfrau just watches with undisguised bemusement, mighty gloved arms cocked menacingly while the ref tries to move her back from the stricken blonde. Supergirl stutter steps back to the right now, does a slow pirouette around in a wobbly half circle before finally slumping heavily to her knees with a feeble little moan, accompanied by the anguished groans and cries of thousands in the arena, and countless millions more watching on closed circuit TV, as they see Supergirl, SUPERGIRL, actually go down to the canvas beneath Uberfrau's relentless, pillaging, amazon fists. She slumps there, battered and groggy, the so-called "mightiest woman on the face of the earth" cruelly chopped to her knees by the conquerer of Wonder Woman
Over in Kara's corner, barely 15 feet away from the fallen superheroine, Wonder Girl is suddenly pulled off the ring apron. "Remember me Wonder Bitch" Uber Machden says as she buries a fist into Wondergirls unprepared stomach. Oooooooooh mews Wonder Girl as the air is driven from her body. Uber Machden has waited to get her hands on the young heroine since her wreslting defeat. The young German launched a diamond cutter of a punch that connected square on Wonder Girls chin instantly KOing her just before ring attendents seperate the two. The Amazon is completly out as she is carried out of the ring area , leaving Kara all alone
Supergirl just slumps there, on her butt, uncomprehending, her blue eyes fixed in the glassy eyed vacant stare of a kayoed fighter ,one arm draped limply over her quivering, jellied, slicked down legs, the other pawing weakly at the ropes in a vain attempt to get up while the count reaches 5 before the bell clangs. She is saved by the bell, but her whole world is crumbling down around her battered body. The superpowered bod has flamed out, the superpowers of concentration long gone as well. And Wonder Girl is in no shape to help her, being led off in a daze to be attended to in the dressing room after suffering a viscious assault from Uber Machden. .
With Wonder Girl being carried out, it is left to the ref and ring doctor to pull the battered superheroine up on to her corner stool, where the doc snaps an ammonia capsule under her nose to bring her around. He is about to wave off the fight before Kara lifts her head wearily, just a bit revived by the smelling salts, and weakly protests, "no, no, can't stop it, she can't beat me, gunnnnhh". From the far corner, Uberfrau, all hepped up, full of herself, snorts, "fight rules say KNOCKOUT only; that means OUT COLD in my book, asshole! Now clear out and let me at her!" Against their better judgment, and admittedly with each cowering with more than a little fright at the sight of the big, powerful German looming so close, the ring doc and referee grudgingly decide to let the fight go on.
Now, as she struggles to get to her feet, managing to do so only by slinging both arms over the corner ropes and dragging her savaged body up inch by excruciating inch, the incessant mantra in Kara's pain and sex-addled brain has changed to: SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL, A SLUT FOR PAIN! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME! PAIN IS THE GAME! . So it is that Supergirl wanders out dazedly, almost dreamily, to face Uberfrau in the 12th. Like a lamb going to slaughter it is, or seems, with the comely young blonde, particularly with Wonder Woman's recent demise, generally regarded heretofore as the world's mightiest superheroine, getting only a few shaky steps away from her corner before she is bullied back by the overpowering Nazi.
Propping poor Supergirl against the corner ropes, Uberfrau unleashes a furious head salvo on the defenseless blue clad Maiden; a left uppercut to the jaw, right hook to the temple, left cross up high on that pretty face, this last slashing punch opening up a gash above Kara's right eye. Rubbery legs long since turned to mush, the hapless heroine sags forward into Uberfrau's strong arms, begins to slither slowly down the strapping Germans magnificently sculpted body. An equally hapless referee moves in tentatively to begin another count over the doomed Supergirl; but Uberfrau hauls the slack bodied blonde up quickly, throws her back on to the ropes, snidely dismisses the trembling ref, "get away, she just slipped, it wasn't a knockdown, heh heh. " The ref quickly backs away, shaking his head, having lost all semblance of control over this steamy fight.
Left alone with her battered victim, Uberfrau, merely toying with the woozy superheroine, brazenly gropes at, pushes the sweaty blue top down off Supergirl's beautiful breasts, exposing the ivory orbs, which are taut and fully erect, the tight elastic of her crumpled blue top pushing up against her breasts and accentuating the fullness and erectness of her chesty assets. And the pinkish brown nipples fairly tremble with forbidden pleasure as well as soon as Uberfrau runs one leather clad thumb over their tips, abrading the stiff swollen nubs while poor Supergirl moans with ever mounting anguish and arousal. Uberfrau keeps up the steamy torment as the melting Maiden of Might lays back, moaning plaintively, heatedly, arms draped over the top ropes to keep from going down, while the ravishing Nazi thrusts her huge, firmly jutting breasts in her face, battering the mammoth mammaries back and forth across Supergirl's flushed, bruised and battered face. It is the ultimate humiliation for this once proud and revered beauty, who weaves drunkenly, her head lolling back, just from the force of Uberfrau's marauding rack. Theese are the breasts that crushed Wonder Woman and they are doing the job on Supergirl
And when Uberfrau pull her breats back at length, she follows a half dozen pillaging blows down low, her cruel fists digging deep and painfully into Supergirl's soft, ruined abs, is enough to nearly double the doomed Maiden of Melted Might over as Kara slumps forward, clutching feebly at the rippling hot bod of her tormentor. Laughing wickedly, Uberfrau holds the sagging Supergirl tight against her voluptuous body, letting the hapless heroine's gaping mouth slide down across her big, firm and jutting breasts. Mindlessly, her blue eyes glazed over, the dazed and woozy Supergirl begins to work her lips dreamily over the hard, distended nipple of Uberfrau's awesomely uplifted breast, soon enough hungrily suckling one meaty nub as the hapless referee bravely, if vainly, tries to pull the marauding blonde back from her savagely beaten and mauled victim.
Uberfrau shoves the urgently suckling Supergirl's head down away from her ripe, youthfully uplifted breasts at last, and steps back, one arm wrapped tightly around the slack bodied superheroine's slim waist as poor Kara dangles like a limp rag doll from the mighty muscled arm of the ravishing German. Blood and drool dribbles down from poor Kara's gaping mouth as Uberfrau, glorying in her stunning dominance, turns slowly around with her captive victim, her free arm raised high, pumping her gloved fist in the air. With her free arm, Uberfrau slams a sizzling uppercut square into that dangling, bloodied jaw, the punch lifting poor Supergirl up and splatting her down on her back with such force that the peeled down blue top tears partially apart, a jagged three inch gash opening right across the crumpled Red "S". She lies there, bared breasts jutting skyward, one leg splayed out crookedly, the other bent at the knee, arms flung limply behind her head, as the referee moves in slowly to begin his count. At three, poor Kara lifts her head weakly, one arm flailing up as well, waving feebly. But at six, the head clunks back down, rolls to one side, one eye swelling shut from the gash above it, the other staring glassily out at the anguished ringside crowd. She is, for all intents and purposes, KNOCKED OUT! The ring announcer hysterically, and prematurely, announces such, babbling, "OH GAWWWWD, SUPERGIRL IS DOWN FOR THE COUNT! NO, IT CAN'T BE!" Almost cruelly, the savagely beaten superheroine is "saved" by the bell with the count at 9.
So officially its now in the one minute break between rounds 12 and 13. But poor Kara Zor-El, still lying gaping on her back at ring center with her storied Supergirl suit torn and bloodied and breasts all spilled out and heaving fitfully, ain't going nowhere, not in a minute, not in five minutes perhaps. And the cowering referee and ring doc aren't going anywhere close to the tyrannical, overpowering Uberfrau at present, probably wisely. So Supergirl is alone, broken and battered in imminent defeat, until Uberfrau casually leaves her own corner, stands over the helpless Maiden of Melted Might, reaches down with one big red glove, grabbing poor Kara's matted blonde locks, and hauls the moaning superheroine up and over to her corner the hard way, dragging her along like some lusty cavewoman hauling the days "kill" back to her lair. Poor Kara moans pitiably as she is drug by the hair, her long, lovely legs dragging lifelessly behind her, arms dangling listlessly. Uberfrau haughtily releases her tight grip on the rag doll blonde, laughing loudly as the shattered Supergirl clumps to the canvas in her own corner, lying face down in a small pool of her own sweat, spittle and blood, ravaged body jerking and trembling spasmodically, her one good glassy blue eye yet again staring blankly out at the sea of faces ringside. As the seconds tick down on this break period, Kara lies unmoving, save for her twitching body and limbs, gurgling softly, lips moving against the small, but spreading pool in which her face lies, her weak voice a faint whisper, "unnnnggh, Wonder Girl, slipped, gunnnnhh, I cant get up. Why won't she let me get up, Wonder Girl?"
This should be it, the last sad moments of a destroyed superheroine's career spent broken and twitching in her own corner, a devastated, vanquished Supergirl left alone in abject defeat and misery. So, on Uberfrau's barked demand, the ring doctor, shaking like a leaf, clears out of the ring, the referee stands back, frozen by indecision and stark terror at the surreal scene in front of him in the ring, and the timekeeper, after a stern glance and nod from the supremely powerful and menacing Uberfrau, dutifully rings the 13th round bell. In all the commotion, perhaps two to three minutes have elapsed since the bell ending the 12th round clanged, not that it matters much to Supergirl. She wouldn't be ready to fight in 10, make that 20, minutes, maybe more; she is that far gone. Yes, poor Kara is still crumpled face down and twitching in her corner, a final desperate mantra beating upon her numbed senses, tearing at her ravaged psyche, shaking her savagely beaten, trembling, terribly over-aroused body with its thunderous urgency: SUPERGIRL, SUPERGIRL, A SLUT FOR PAIN! GIVE IT TO ME, GIVE IT TO ME, PAIN IS THE GAME!. SUPERGIRL, SUPERSLUT, WE'RE ONE AND THE SAME!
And now out comes Uberfrau; even as the ring announcer babbles hysterically, somebody PLEEZ STOP HER, this is a travesty, SUPERGIRL IS HELPLESS; she'll KILL HER, gawwwwdddd NOOO!" Clucking to herself, "Round 13, how sweet; This is your lucky round and lucky day, Super Slut," the raging nazi pulls poor Kara off the canvas, yanking her up by her damp, matted blonde locks yet again, with barely a feeble moan of protest from the savaged superheroine. Uberfrau props her comely victim up in the corner ropes now, almost gently, if tauntingly, slapping the helpless heroine across her pretty face with one glove as if to bring the woozy blonde around while the other gropes and mangles poor Supergirl's already raw and ravaged bared titties. Uberfrau pushes her back hard into the corner, loops the feebly moaning superheroine's arms over the top strand of ropes, then steps back, measuring the doomed blonde for the final vicious blows that will forever destroy the last vestiges of pride and power in the slack bodied Maiden of Melted Might. From a safe distance, the terrified, anguished ring doc weakly begs the ravishing blonde, "please no, can't you see she's beaten, can't defend herself.. please stop, miss!" But, after a stern glare from the ruthless German, who snorts loudly, "KO only, as in OUT COLD you miserable little limp dick!", he quickly shuts up and turns his eyes away, unable to watch the carnage that he is helpless to stop.
Now, with savage glee, Uberfrau tees off on her slumped, helpless victim; first, a pillaging right hook to the face, poor Kara's head jerking violently to the right in a spray of sweat, foamy spittle and blood; now burying her left glove deep into Supergirl's ruined abs, the red leather almost disappearing from sight as it burrows into the soft and fleshy stomach, the vicious punch accompanied by a whoosh of air being forcefully expelled from Kara's lungs as she sags forward, coughing and gagging weakly, foamy spittle mixed with blood now running in a steady stream from her gaping mouth as her slack jaw hangs almost to her bared, desperately heaving breasts. Then follows a sadistic right uppercut square on that hanging, slack jaw, the murderous punch blasting poor Supergirl's head back in another bloody spray. Her battered body jerks so violently from the force of the blow that her already partially torn blue top, made of a substance previously thought to be indestructible, rips further apart now, hanging together solely by a thin, elastic band circling the bottom edge of the mangled top. The telltale red "S", symbol of Supergirl's great legacy as a world renowned crime-fighter and protector of justice, now flaps loosely, grotesquely, beneath the vanquished superheroine's heaving left tit.
Supergirl's head is laid back over the top rope, blood streaming out of both corners of her slack mouth, blood soaked mouthpiece floating up and plopping out, falling to the ring apron beneath her lolling head. Her one good blue eye is glazed completely over and rolled back in her head. The other eye is glued shut by a purplish, monstrously swollen welt. For all intents and purposes, the fair haired Kryptonian lass is completely KO'd, her ravaged body held up only by her stretched out arms, which are tightly wedged between the upper and lower ropes. Loud shrieks and gasps are heard from ringside as horrified fans view their beloved superheroine, the tragically doomed, would-be defender of all that is right and good in this world, lying there on the corner ropes, beaten to a bloody, twitching pulp. Ringside fans, the closest to the grisly scene, are screaming for somebody to help even as they back up in raw terror from the savagery of Uberfrau.
Maybe Wonder Woman could save her , but she has disaperred from all sight. No security folks are rushing to the ring, the ring announcer and timekeeper have both fled the arena in stark terror, the ring doc has collapsed to all fours, his legs weak and unresponsive as he too has tried to flee, and is now weeping shamelessly. And the referee is cowering in the far corner, trembling violently in abject fear and revulsion. All the so-called fight officials are terrified of the raging German; and Supergirl's ring attendant, Wonder Girl Lane, is back in the dressing room. Though Wonder Girl is barely conscious, her glazed over green eyes still stare numbly at the closed circuit screen overhead showing the bloodied twitching Kara lying back utterly whipped and helpless on the ropes. A small tear works it's way down her angular face at the sight as she mumbles groggily, "oh gawwwdd, Kara, oh gawwwwwd, it's ALL over!"
Indeed, it is ALL over, or at least all but Uberfrau, and perhaps Uber Machden, think so. And poor, broken, battered Kara is left all alone now against the unchecked savagery of the wild flame haired Amazon from the Island of Tiburra. She is completely at Uberfrau's mercy, and the Nazi has NONE! As she stops her murderous punching for just a moment, coolly running her gloved thumb down , roughly abrading yet again one stiff nipple of the savagely beaten Supergirl, Uberfrau smiles as she sees a telltale twitching of Kara's battered body in response, she muses; " You will make a good slave Super Slut...... WHO IS YOUR GODESS WHO OWNS YOU" Kara whimpers thinly, "My Goddess, my Mistress, I am yours, gunnnnh!" Her stunning conqueror in the present moment, upon hearing the faint, garbled words, nods her head, smiling, hoarsely rasps, "yes, you are Super Slut, all mine!"
Uber Machden smiles knowingly, wondering what it will be like to use and abuse Supergirl's voluptuous bod herself, Uberfrau winds up for the final cruel, needless blow to a destroyed legend. Driven by all the latent strength in that incredible superbod, the sensually sculpted, rippling body of the new mightiest woman on the face of the earth, the brutally powerful right handed punch rises swiftly from her flanks, magnificently muscled legs powering it up, sinewy body twisting mightily with the effort, providing more sizzling torque to carry it along; all of this massive muscular energy coming together with an inhumanly loud crack of fisted leather against slack jaw. The titanic force of the blow shakes the ring, pulling the doomed maiden's arms away from the ropes as it blasts poor Supergirl's battered body up and over the wildly whipping fibers. The beaten blonde's jettisoned body somersaults dizzily in mid-air before clumping down hard on heel and butt on the apron's edge; then crashes heavily to the hard arena floor, the ravaged body of the savagely beaten superheroine jerking and twitching as it rolls another ten feet purely from the force of this mighty last blow. Finally, poor Supergirl, or what's left of her, and it ain't much, comes to rest on her back against a recently vacated ringside seat, arms and legs spread-eagled, broken, mostly nude body continuing to twitch and jerk spasmodically as she lies battered to a stuporous, bloody pulp.
Her desperate fight against a bigger, stronger, vastly superior Amazon Warrior is over, her career as a revered and beloved Superheroine crushed asunder by the pillaging fists of flame haired Uberfrau, truly a Mistress of Pain and Humiliation in the ring today, perhaps even, as she has so boldly predicted, now Mistress of the World!
Supergirl, or the limp, pale shadow of what used to be Supergirl, lies defeated for the first time ever after the most vicious, savagely cruel ring beating anyone, anywhere, has ever seen. And Uberfrau, standing proud and alone over that tragic, broken creature, doesn't really care if the vanquished superheroine is alive or dead, but guesses, from the shallow rise and fall of the beaten blonde's big bared melon breasts, that poor Kara Zor-El clings to life yet. "Good," murmurs Uberfrau to herself as she leaves the splayed figure for the moment to return to a jubilant Uber Machden; "I have big plans for you, my comely little Super Slut
Only a few brave photographers lurking in the shadows, furtively taking pictures that will live in the collective nightmares of an entire world, are still in the arena when Uberfrau and Uber Machden, after a long celebration gather up their belongings and Coolly reaching down with one big, powerful hand, the mighty uberfrau grabs poor Super Slut by her blood and sweat streaked blonde locks, dragging the unconscious blonde up the arena aisle, the "spoils of victory", as it were.
