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Superwoman stood like a statue, letting the terrible sensations of dimensional hopping flow over her like water, flowing downward, and finally away from her perfect form, her tight black leotard and long ponytail almost fluttering from the effects. The mighty woman let her lungs fill with air, dead, stale air, but air of a fresh world to harvest. Her hand came to her side, feeling her Lasso of Submission, and feeling it’s familiar sensations trace across her fingers, it’s spiked teeth along the length, her eyes opened to behold where she was. She was of course not a fool, and would never send herself to a place that had any chance of actually being a danger to her, instead preying upon the desperate, the broken worlds to plunder. It was a hobby of hers, one that kept her skills sharp, and provided endless trophies for her secret, stowed away fortress. She was in a small stone brick building, devoid of any belongings and looking more like a shell than anything habitable with it’s ashen gray walls and shattered flooring. The machine allowed some level of control where she was to be taken, as well as who was there, so that she could quickly nab her trophy and leave. Pushing the door aside, not caring that the thing simply fell off it’s hinges, Superwoman took one heeled step out, and looked upon the world. It was a nightmare.If there was one thing she took from these visits besides her trophies, it was a gratitude that her world was stable, Owlman using the thing to monitor, and safeguard against the threats that brought these places to ruin. She was on a cliffside, the creation of which seemed to have been from some terrible impact shattering part of a city, the ruins of which sat below, a burning, gray husk that shimmered with red lights, fires and much worse. The very air felt like it was burning, ash and embers floating through the expanse like dust in a forgotten home. It was only when she looked upward did Superwoman see just how doomed this world was. The night sky was ablaze with fighting, the very stars blood red, looking as though they were beginning to melt away. The moon sat in the sky, shattered and ruined. The celestial body’s remains spread across the night sky like the bones of a corpse across a yard. She came to these places because there would be no one to follow her, no one to miss what she wanted. The mighty woman shuttered, pulling her mind away from sinking further into the fate of this world. Wonder Woman was close, ready to be broken and made to submit. The world seemed to howl around Superwoman as she flew upward, and she could see in the city below destruction continuing to ravage the city, heroes and villains alike fighting all manner of creatures that rose up from the cracks in the earth, things she struggled to describe in words.Her perfect hearing honed in on Wonder Woman’s cries of fury, the Amazon princess here on this plateau. Superwoman quickly found her, blade and shield in hand. Doing battle with a horned creature twice her size, wide, misshapen hands covered in claws. It was humanoid enough, and looked as though it may have once been a man, though Superwoman could tell it had suffered injuries, the pair of arms, and two identical corpses that littered across the battlefield speaking to the Amazon’s prowess, even here.The thing lumbered towards her, and with expert execution Wonder Woman drove her sword into it’s chest, and used the momentum to swing up onto it’s shoulder. Her sword was already free, and found it’s place in the creature’s skull. It bellowed, voice bubbling in it’s throat as it lost itself, and fell to the ground, black, inky like blood pooling around the corpse, seeping into the dead, cracked earth. “A fine kill Princess,” Superwoman applauded with a smirk as she lowered herself to the ground, “but your victories this night are at an end.”So engrossed in the fight, Wonder Woman nearly jumped at the voice that echoed in her ears, looking up at Superwoman with a mixed expression of confusion, and horror, something that gave Superwoman ample time to get a good look at the woman before her. The woman wore a tattered, burned outfit that looked about the same as the standard outfit that Wonder Women wore, save for the colors being black and deep purple. The Amazon’s body was an exposed book of scars, cuts and injuries from a long time without rest. The way she slouched forward, even as she took up a fighting stance spoke greatly of her fatigue, how little energy the woman likely had left in her to fight. It was perfect, just what Superwoman enjoyed, that final desperation, pushed into the corner and forced to use all that had left. It made their failure all that much more delightful to see in their eyes, when the realization came to them.“Stay back, or stand your ground fiend, for I am to give no quarter or mercy to any this day!” The Amazon shouted, her words mustered up deep from within as her eyes struggled to guess where such a flawless, untouched figure had come from.Superwoman merely laughed, brushing aside her long, lustrous black ponytail, and finally setting her heeled feet upon the ground. The stone beneath them was smooth tile, though what the place had been was lost now, as not even a tree could be seen amongst the fallen buildings around them. Wonder Woman at least seemed to understand there was to be another fight, and she began to circle Superwoman, who mirrored her steps with significantly more grace and confidence. The Amazon’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, either from panic, or exhaustion starting to take her, either way it was she who made the first move. Despite whatever hell she had been through, this Wonder Woman still had fight in her, and Superwoman made sure to not underestimate her as the sword wielding woman lunged forward. At the last moment she feigned to the right, sidestepping around the woman to try and slash across her side. In another time and place, and not at the end of the world, the attack may have managed to catch Superwoman, but that spark of heroics had long since left this Wonder Woman, her movements too slow, too clumsy, and for Superwoman, it was all too easy to simply step around her swing, and kick the sword from her hand. The grime and blood caked blade vanished into the gray ruins around them, already gone from Superwoman’s mind and she returned her focus. She had plenty of the sword’s alternates after all.
Her fist met the shield Wonder Woman managed to raise in time to protect her middle, the scratched metal’s luster long lost, and now the face of it dented from the blow. Superwoman felt a wild grin spread across her face as she delivered another, and another blow, watching Wonder Woman sink to her knee as she struggled to weather the attack, the shield denting and bending until finally, Superwoman’s hands cleaved through the ruined metal and tore the pieces out of the Amazon’s hands. The Amazon’s fist met her there, colliding with her face, and sending the woman backward a few feet. Her hand came to her face, and upon feeling no true injury, looked upon the woman, swaying, barely standing before her. It was not the grandest final fight she had drawn out of someone, but had been fun, though not as fun as what was to come. Wonder Woman launched at her with just her fists, but Superwoman was finished giving the woman hope, and her hand grappled the woman’s throat, yanking her into the ground with one sudden, fluid motion. Dust and rock mixed with the ash and embers around them as the earth sunk a foot from the impact, the creature’s corpse being thrown to the side. The Amazon was too weak now to even try and pry the manicured hand off her neck. She grunted and gasped as the perfectly clean Superwoman tore away her tattered clothes revealing the equally sculpted form to her tormentor. Despite the cuts and dirt that covered her form, the woman was as stunning as any other universe. The lack of a lasso was cause for a slight frown, as one could never have enough of the stuff, but it was of no true consequence and Superwoman reached for her own.“I am here to save you from this terrible doom, though a place in my care requires some, changes that I have no doubt you are not willing to accept just yet,” Superwoman stated plainly, the delightful confusion that danced across the woman’s face something she always loved, that fear, and that spark of some far lost hope.There was no way the woman below knew what was coming, what her fate was to be, though she fought like she did every moment, thrashing with the embers that lingered within her, defiant and resilient, just like they all were. It was such a pitifully, yet annoying struggle that Superwoman was forced to straddle the naked women, forcing her still with her limbs, legs twisting around, while her hands worked the lasso around the woman’s neck. Three times around, just to be sure, and when Superwoman gave the rope a tug and a command of stillness, Wonder Woman’s whole body went still, a gasp frozen upon her face as she was overcome by it’s power.The teeth of it held it tight like interlocking fingers, hough causing no harm to the woman’s flawless skin. Weakened as she was, she likely didn’t have half the strength needed to resist the thing.Slowly, the woman rose, free hand dusting the dirt off of her black and gold leotard, a laugh bubbling up her throat at the sight of the woman, so totally under the lasso’s spell. Yet, where was the fun in that?“Get on your knees,” She commanded, words harsh and sharp, “and let your eyes show what your true feelings are.”The change was instantaneous, the dull, glossy look that had started to sink in changing into eyes bathed in horror and fear, no doubt growing by the second from the position she was being forced to sit in, looking up at the woman, bathed in the shattered moons light, embers dotting her smirking face. With one hand still pulling the lasso taunt, Superwoman let her other move the crotch of her leotard out of the way, revealing her sex, already glistening from the excitement of the fight she had so soundly won.“Make me cum with that sweet mouth of yours, make me feel good like I deserve!” She commanded with a laugh, pulling forward with the lasso to help speed Wonder Woman’s advance towards her sex.The amazon’s lips slowly closed around her crotch, kissing her clit, and kissing a path downward, until her tongue slipped inside, and started it’s dance within. Superwoman let her head roll backward, a soft moan slipping past her lips, this small refuge a bastion of delight against the crumbling world around them. Far off, she could hear the sounds of a building collapsing, and the roar in the air growing louder. How much longer this world had she couldn’t say, but there was enough for a lesson in obedience to be taught to the woman below her.“I said, make me feel good!” Superwoman shouted, her right foot stomping the ground, hand holding the leash following suit, pulling the amazon’s face closer to her crotch. Staining it with her arousal. The heel that had stomped the ground rose, and Superwoman let it press into the Amazon’s shoulder, leaning forward into her, ensuring her face was almost totally obscured, buried against her own skin. Rivets of drool and arousal rolled down the sides of Wonder woman’s face as she continued to please Superwoman, though the only thing the one holding the lasso was looking at was her eyes, the defiance in them flickering, like a fire dying. Perhaps this version got off to such things, or maybe her will had already been so broken that she was ready to accept any fate if it was to be away from here. What she thought no longer mattered, and Superwoman pulled at the lasso to make sure it was as tight as it could be in the position. It was not enough however, and Superwoman frowned and grunted in frustration as the pleasure building within her started to taper off, that was until she looked upon her new trophy’s limp arms, sitting at her sides.“Use your hands to please me as well, you will make me cum, I command it!” She declared, watching the woman below her set to work immediately.Hands came to adore her body, worshiping her skin like one would a goddess, caressing and weaving across her every curve with the skill and care of one as experiences and Wonder Woman, so that even one as resilient as Superwoman could feel it. The mixture of sensations was enough to have her howl pleasure, pushing downward on her heel even farther, the ground beneath the two titans cracking and crunching even farther. Superwoman began to rock across the face below her, smearing arousal across it, feeling the desperation in the women's movements as she attended to her sensitive spots as diligently as possible, causing moans of pleasure to usher forth in ever quicker sessions.Superwoman could feel it, that pressure, that strive to release, it was so close she could taste it, and soon she would make sure Wonder Woman did. Something in the sky exploded in that moment, like a sigh from above. It was the moment that Superwoman felt herself slip past the cusp, and the moan that had been on her lips became a cry of pleasure. Wonder Woman’s back bent at the pressure being forced upon her by the titan, her arms sprawling across her body as her face was covered in the climax of her hard work. Deep breaths came as Superwoman composed herself, and the first thing she looked down at was Wonder Woman’s eyes. There was a spark of defiance still, embers still smoldering, bent but not broken by any true means. The delightful realization of her loss spread across like oil in water, and yet already Superwoman could see the woman's fated expression, broken, submissive, ready to serve. Extinguishing those flames back home was always half the fun. Standing up straight, Superwoman commanded the naked woman to follow, and she slowly led the woman as if on a leash back towards the small shack she had been transported to, in order to return as smoothly as possible. She was already looking forward to being rid of the images of this place, and replacing them with more of her breaking her new trophy even more. It would take time to erode what was still within the warrior's mind, but it could be done, and Superwoman was looking forward to testing her skills in such arts once again.