Council of Righteousness Chronicles, Volume III, Clipped Wings. By GW Heavenly Superheroine Bright Angel meets a new nemesis in battle. The dark, intense woman entered the strange underground temple with some trepidation. She had searched many years and paid an enormous sum for this privilege, Would it be worth it? She stood before the dark altar and glanced warily at the dark figure in the throne behind. "So you want great power? The Dark Master asked. "Don't we all? The price is high. How are you prepared to earn it?" "Anyway necessary!" The woman answered earnestly. "I have a mission for you, then. If you complete it successfully, you shall have that which you desire." "What is your wish master?" She asked. "There is a certain being who interferes too often, in my designs. I want her eliminated!" "Who is it, Master?" The woman asked. "She is called Bright Angel!" The dark master replied. The woman gulped, the task incredibly more difficult than she had ever anticipated. "But she's an angel, a superheroine. I'm only an ordinary mortal, Master! How could I challenge her?" "What you say is true." The Master replied again. "I did not promise your task would be easy! Here on this plane, though, in her mortal persona, she is mortal too. Her only connection to her higher existence, are those fluffy wings, that allow her to flit about the sky. Yes, she is indeed a superheroine, but no more than that, and even superheroines have met with distressing reverses, on occasion, when opposed with sufficient tenacity and cunning. You would not be here, if you did not possess those." The woman nodded, knowing her master spoke accurately. "There is a certain woman," the Dark Master went on, "called Asp. She is not of our circle, at least not yet, but she has great potential. She can provide you a means to greatly lessen the odds against you. Her charge will be exorbitant, for she is greedy, but that is something I admire in a woman. I warn you though, even if you obtain this Asp's secret, you will not find your task easy; but if you are crafty and ruthless enough, you may well be able to subdue our golden-haired angel. Once you have done that, there is something that will make her more amenable to persuasion. Come closer! I shall tell you that secret." It was with fear and reluctance, the woman approached that dark throne. She gagged, as she leaned close enough for her Dark Master to whisper the secret in her ear. "Thank you, Master!" She breathed, as she backed away in relief, from that awful proximity. "If you succeed, your reward shall be beyond your wildest dream." The terrifying master promised. "You know the penalty for failure!" He added ominously. Then he added, as though a trifling afterthought. "Oh, if successful, you shall retain custody of Bright Angel herself, to lead her to a proper understanding of the way of our world." The master had read the disciple well. That thought sent a little thrill of excitement through the woman's breast. She had amassed the fortune necessary to seek the Dark Master's favor, by operating a white slave ring. Capturing strong, vital, beautiful women and training them for resale was a lucrative endeavor, but she would have done it for free, just for the sheer pleasure of it. The heady prospect of an angelic superheroine in her clutches, made her greedy, and drove out of her mind the overwhelming unlikely prospect of success. With a wave of his gnarled hand the Dark Master dismissed the woman, but as she began to back away, he spoke again. "One more thing. From now on you are to be called Lilith. It is a name rich with tradition and honor, in our circle. It is a sign of my confidence in you." "As you will, Master! Thank you!" The woman obediently replied, as she backed out of that dismaying presence. A week later, the woman now called Lilith rang the chimes of a huge, dilapidated, old house in a desolate expanse of long-abandoned farmland. She had adopted new garb to go with her new name., a black leotard from head to toe. An ultra- wide, green, leather belt tightly cinched a waist that might otherwise bulge flabbily. Her low-heeled knee length boots were of matching green hue. An exceedingly tall, broadly built woman answered the door and admitted her. The woman was dressed in a loose, sloppy, house dress that couldn't quite conceal a huge, upswept bosom, slim tight waist and bold, flaring hips. She moved with the grace of a caged panther. Her grave dignity and queenly grace contrasted strangely with her apparently menial status. Her face was classically perfect with large straight nose, and strong, determined chin, though her wide, lush-lipped mouth was compressed in an expression of tragic despair. Despite the physique and beauty of an amazon queen, there was a servile, hunted look of habitual dread in her large, dark eyes. Such misery intrigued Lilith. Lilith boldly took the woman's chin in her hand and tilted her face, first one way, then the other. A moment later, she cackled: "Why you're the mighty Ultrazon, Defender of Goodness and Scourge of the Wicked. How the mighty have fallen!" The pitiable woman cringed at her own name and murmured unhappily, "Please Ma'am my Mistress doesn't allow me to mention that name. She ....." Before the tragic-eyed crimefighter could finish, Asp swept into the room. Ultrazon stopped speaking and involuntarily took a step backward in fear. 'Madam, I salute you!" Lilith spoke admiringly, with a professional's admiration for the work of a gifted amateur. "You've done wonders with this haughty bitch; she fears to disobey you even in your absence. Why she's as well trained as a little lap dog." "Better, than a lap dog!" Asp replied It's great fun to drape the overgrown cow over my lap Those humongous tits of hers hang down to the floor Lift your dress Boobazon!" Asp ordered. The subjugated superheroine looked at the floor in shame her face flushing but reluctantly did Asp's bidding. She lifted the hem of her cheap tattered dress above her waist. She was stark naked beneath it. "Show the Lady your behind, Boobazon!" Asp ordered again, and Ultrazon obediently turned, still holding up her skirt, so Lilith could examine her massive but, oh so shapely, buttocks. The creamy flesh was raw and blistered cris- crossed with whip scars. Such damage could only have come from a series of frightful beatings. "All right, Boobazon! Put your dress down! We've seen enough of your fat, ugly behind."" Ultrazon lowered her dress thankfully. Tears ran down her face as she wept silently. "Boobazon was a naughty girl, or maybe her snotty little bitch of a daughter was. Anyway the little brat escaped several days ago. Boobazon had to be punished for both of them, since I couldn't get my hands on the little snot. That's why we're here at this new location. I didn't want the whelp leading Silver Victory and Bright Angel here to rescue the slut mother. The two of them together might be a little more than I can handle." A slight gleam in Ultrazon's tragic eyes was the only sign that she heard. Her daughter Kelly's escape from the horrible slavery to Asp, was the one bright spot in her bleak existence. "That bears on what I came to talk to your about, but not in front of you're pet there." Lilith continued. Oh Boobazon is harmless enough. That collar controls her completely, but, of course, the wishes of a guest come first. Boobazon go to your kennel and stay there until I summon you. Ultrazon murmured "Yes Mistress and turned obediently and left the room. She was still weeping softly in mortification, but glad to escape Asp's presence without another humiliating, agonizing beating. As Ultrazon left, Asp prattled on to cover the lull in their conversation "She's not only a delightful pet, but practical too. She's a wonder at house work. Why she even does windows! And a gourmet cook to boot! Her salary is quite reasonable too; just some table scraps and a good beating to motivate her. Oh! She was a bit stiff-necked at first. If I hadn't had her piglet as hostage, I might never have completely broken the sow. I must admit though, I'm not all that sorry the little bitch got away. She could be more of a pain in the butt than her mother. No matter how I beat her, she always gave me more back talk. Well enough about them." "Even good servants must be kept in their proper place!" Lilith chuckled. Then satisfied that Ultrazon was gone, the evil duo drew conspiratorially closer, to discuss business. "Well what's on your mind?" Asp enquired. "Perhaps you know where the so called Bright Angel comes from. Forgive me if I'm not more specific, but It's a place I don't talk about. "Of course! I understand!" Asp replied with some delicacy. A hint had come to her, from sources in touch with Lilith's Dark Master, to expect this visit. "Yes I know the story. Ultrazon's little snot was always threatening me, that her friend Bright Angel would rescue she and her mother." "The canary-haired bitch has become a nuisance that I"m to, shall we say, neutralize. Though she has mortal weaknesses, the Power that sent her endowed her with super powers. The dice are always loaded against us!" "I know what you mean." Asp answered with as much sympathy as she could ever muster, then added. "I think I see where you are leading; if I were to provide you with a dose of a certain formula...." "Exactly!" Lilith replied. "Of course the price would be high, very, very high!" Asp countered. Though she was eager to see a serious danger kept out of her hair with no bother to herself, she was always an astute businesswoman. "Price is no object!" Lilith smiled coldly. "I think we can do business then." Asp said rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Excellent!" Lilith answered. "And perhaps in the near future, I may recommend another customer to you. A certain young superheroine has greedy streak of her own. For a price, she has conveniently looked the other way, where my business interests are involved. In our dealings, she let slip a certain envy and resentment of Silver Victory. She would not be averse to replacing Silver Victory as leader of that so called Council of 'Righteousness.' Of course, right now, her powers are weak, not in the same league with Silver Victory, and she doesn't dare cross the red haired bitch, especially when Bright Angel is always at her side. Perhaps your formula might make all the difference, for her, when the time comes." "I see!" Asp replied. "We shall keep her in mind then." A few days later, in the main meeting room of the Council of Righteousness Headquarters, Silver Victory was saying to Bright Angel. "Dear I know you've been frantically busy, spending every spare second searching for Ultrazon and Kelly, but I've got this anonymous tip about drug dealers. This woman asked specifically for you. If you can't do it I'll ask Solar Girl, but somehow she never seems to accomplish anything. Well I suppose we were inexperienced once too. If you can't, I'll try..." "Of course, Silver Victory!" Bright Angel smiled with warm understanding, patting her friend's hand sympathetically. "I know, with Ultrazon missing, and me looking for her every moment, everything's fallen on you, and even so, you spend every spare second you can, looking, too. What do you want me to do?" "This woman wants someone, preferably you, to meet her. She wants to meet in an alley off Hoover Avenue. It's between 1646 and 1648. Why do they always want to meet in alleys?" "Consider it done!" Bright Angel answered with her infectious grin. "After I talk to her though, I'm going back to looking. I have this feeling Kelly is close by, and trying to reach me, but she's in some terrible danger." "Oh I pray you find her in time!" Silver Victory said, fervently. She knew from experience, that Bright Angel's "feelings" were never wrong. "Maybe I should go with you!" "No! You stay! In case she tries to get to us, here." "All right." Silver Victory replied, but she had a "feeling" of her own, a bad one. She was strangely uneasy about Bright Angel going off alone. Just then, Minnow a young aquatic superheroine approached her with a question, diverting Silver Victory's attention. Bright Angel ran up the stairs to the Council roof. Without pausing, she ran full tilt right over the edge. She dropped a few feet, as her powerful wings beat so rapidly that they were an invisible blur. Then they began to lift her, higher and higher. Using the roof for takeoff was easiest way to get airborne. Otherwise, even Bright Angel required a few feet and a running start to get into the air from the ground. In just seconds, she spotted the intersection of Hoover Avenue she was looking for. As Bright Angel landed near the alley, a quarter mile down Hoover Avenue, a pair of bright, blue eyes, concealed behind a doorway, caught the flash of her decent. "Bright Angel!" Kelly Henderson breathed, feeling the first thrill of hope in days. Since her escape from Asp, Kelly had painfully made her way, back to Capital City on foot, from Asp's old hideout, always barely one step ahead of Asp's thugs. She feared going to Council headquarters, because she new Asp's men would be watching it, waiting for her. This was her best chance to contact her friends. "She's so far down the street, though. I hope I can get there, before she takes off again." Kelly thought anxiously. She darted to the next doorway, then saw a suspicious car pass. She waited while it got out of sight. "Oh come on! Hurry up!" She agonized. Fearing everyone, as a potential threat, her progress was excruciatingly slow. Meanwhile, Bright Angel entered the narrow passage between the two buildings. She instantly noted that the alley was crooked and overhung with wires and cables. "I'll never be able to take off from in here!" She thought. "Oh well, Bright Angel, I guess you'll just have to use your feet, to get out." She told herself cheerfully. Then she shivered. "I feel Kelly so near, and she's scared." She thought. As the tall Junoesque figure entered the alley, a dark clad woman wrapped in a cloak, got out of a parked car, where she'd been waiting, and warily followed after her. From behind, the woman noted Bright Angel was exceptionally tall and full bodied. She wore a backless white tunic to accommodate her wings. It was otherwise quite loose, perhaps even baggy, and as long as it could be, without hampering her movements. On her feet were simple ballet slippers, that did little to enhance her shapely calves. "Prudish hypocrite!" The dark woman sniffed, silently "Even an angel wouldn't deliberately hide a body like that, unless she wanted to call attention to it!" Bright Angel reached a dead end to the alley. She turned and saw the dark figure following. "Are you seeking me?" She asked. "As a matter of fact, I am!" The dark figure replied. The voice was female,yet harsh, but whiney, too, as though tying to conceal the harshness. Bright Angel sensed an aura of evil emanating from the woman. Nevertheless she asked pleasantly. "Who are you? What do you want?" "You may call me Lilith! I must tell you something!" The woman said, as she approached, but up close, her voice changed from obsequious whine to sneering triumph, as she said imperiously. "You are to come with me!" The woman threw off the dark cloak; underneath she wore an overly-tight, black leotard with green accessories. "Why should I do that?" Bright Angel asked pleasantly, with a confident grin, though she'd already guessed this was some sort of trap. "Maybe, instead, you should come to Police Headquarters, with me. Maybe you can explain to them, what you're doing here." The woman smirked arrogantly, and brazenly inspected the golden haired crimefighter's tall, opulently beautiful form, lush yet sturdy, with that halo of spun gold hair. It was indeed a form that would drive men wild, if not for the intense, ethereal spirituality of Bright Angel's classically beautiful face. "Its those spiritual ones, though, that always make the best sluts, after they're properly broken in." The woman smirked to herself "If you're through looking, lets go!" Bright Angel said, and put out her hand, to gently take the woman's arm. Knowing her own incredible strength, she was always careful to use force judiciously, especially against a smaller creature . Few beings ever resisted Bright Angel's gentle persuasion, though. Lilith stood unmoving, a faint smug smile on her evil features. As Bright Angel's hand touched her arm, she suddenly exploded in action. She let out a shrill yell and the edge of her hand slammed Bright Angel's wrist. Bright Angel felt her whole arm go numb Lilith's fist drove into Bright Angel's right breast. Bright Angel 's heart seemed to stop beating, as if a band of steel encircled her broad chest, and was crushing it. The beautiful amazonian blond never encounter such destructive power from a mortal before. Bright Angel was well trained in personal combat techniques, and was graced with amazing, superhuman strength. When there was no other choice, she had conquered all evil foes with ease. However, she wasn't vicious or even terribly aggressive. She detested violence, and did her utmost to resolve conflict with love and understanding. In a knockdown, drag-out fight with an opponent of near equal strength, would that gentle forbearance prove a fatal handicap? . Still stricken by Lilith's initial attack, Bright Angel seemed to react in slow motion, seeing blows coming, but not able to avert them. Lilith wheeled and raised her foot in a deadly kick. Bright Angel saw the foot coming, but couldn't move out of the way before it slammed into her chest, right between her lush, angelic breasts. The next thing she knew, she was slamming backward into the brick, alley wall, with bone jarring force. Her head whiplashed against the brick. She felt her sturdy, white wings crushed between her heavy body and unyielding hardness. As Bright Angel bounced off the wall, Lilith pirouetted and slammed her toe into Bright Angel's side with sickening force. The angelic crimefighter felt like a comet had struck her, followed by wave after wave of pain. In her mortal guise she had often endured pain, but rarely of such intensity. She came near falling, but an imperious act of will kept her erect. She maneuvered away from the wall, staying out of range of Lilith's deadly lightening fast hands and feet.. For the first time in her earthly life, Bright Angel knew she faced an opponent who posed a deadly threat to her. Who was this Lilith who possessed such power? No time to ponder that now! Summoning all her strength, Bright Angel leapt through the air, like a great white and gold jungle cat. Her hurtling body slammed Lilith to the ground. In her mortal aspect, Bright Angel possessed a fabulously proportioned, muscular body that exceeded two hundred earthly pounds in weight. Her heavenly foe's huge, golden body crushed Lilith against the dirt. Bright Angel launched a fist at Lilith's face. Only reflexes enhanced by Asp's formula, enabled Lilith to move her head aside a bare inch. It was just enough. Bright Angel's fist grazed her cheek and then smashed against the brick alley floor. The jarring impact sent a shock wave up Bright Angel's arm. In an instant, her small foe twisted free and leapt to her feet. Warily, the two champions, one of good the other of evil, circled each other. Bright Angel noticed a fire escape overhead. With a catlike leap, she reached it. Suddenly, her feet were coming right at Lilith's face. Just as catlike, Lilith leaped backward out of range. Bright Angel swung back and forth, gaining momentum, then she launched her powerful body, shooting toward the black-haired woman like a jet propelled rocket. Lilith's newly acquired, catlike quickness saved her again. She leaped to one side, and caught one of those long, golden legs in an implacable grip. Using the terrific momentum of Bright Angel's great, golden body, Lilith sent the angel spinning through the air. The world whirled crazily. Bright Angel screamed in consternation. Her body banged against a brick wall, and she fell in a crumpled heap. Lilith sized both her ankles and whirled her through the air, again. "This super strength is wonderful!" Lilith thought, as she smashed Bright Angels head against the alley wall, so hard, she left an indentation in the crumbling brick. Then she swung the crime fighting angel the other away, and let go, launching her toward the opposite wall. Bright Angel flew like a guided missile and plowed head first into that wall. She dropped to the littered alley floor like a broken doll. Instantly, Lilith was all over Bright Angel, crushing her against the ground, ripping at her body, and her fragile silk tunic, until it fell in rags around her golden sash. In mortal guise, Bright Angel, naturally wore mortal underwear, but her angelic wings made a custom made, backless brassi^Êre necessary. The colossal size of her bosom may have made such custom purchase necessary in any event. Lilith clamped a headlock on her, and Bright Angel fought wildly, but she she couldn't break free. It felt as though her head was being crushed and torn from her shoulders, all at one time. Lilith hauled the dizzy superheroine to her feet. Without warning, Lilith whirled her around, and tossed Bright Angel over one skinny hip in a flying mare. Before Bright Angel's head cleared, Lilith was twisting her arm painfully, and using it to drag her to her feet. Then, with the arm as a lever, Lilith whirled the big, white-winged, angel around, and around, building up momentum, until she suddenly twisted, and sent Bright Angel somersaulting across the alley. Bright Angel quickly stumbled to her feet, her legs trembling so, they could hardly support her splendid body Lilith rushed at Bright Angel again, but at the last second, danced behind her, and slammed two incredibly hard punches into her kidneys. The blows took Bright Angel's breath away, what little she had left. Bright Angel tried to turn, but the smaller woman kept dancing around, staying in back of her, slamming punch after punch into Bright Angel's broad sinuous back, just beneath her beautiful wings. The wings fluttered in pain. The terrible hammering left Bright Angel weak and faint, and drained her transcendent strength. She stumbled, and Lilith took a tight grip on her long, pale gold, hair, holding her big golden body motionless. It was as though her head was in a vise. Moved by a devilish impulse, Lilith clutched Bright Angel's brassi^Êre straps with her free hand. Helplessly, Bright Angel felt the garment stripped from her body. Enormous, very earthly, breasts bounced loose on her broad chest. Delicate, sharply tipped, pink nipples eagerly aimed heavenward, as though praying for deliverance. Smirking in satisfaction, Lilith drove more sharp knuckled punches into Bright Angel's kidneys. Bright Angel desperately searched her mind for any means to free herself. Then she felt the tight grip on her hair slacken a little. She threw herself forward with all her might. Lilith lost her grip on Bright Angel's hair, and Bright Angel swung around to face her. She was too groggy to do more than watch warily for Lilith's next move. Lilith glanced possessively at her foe's marvelous, half-nude body, already appraising it with a professional eye. She marveled at the exquisite delicacy of girlish, pink nipples gracing the enormity of robust tropical melons of spectacular size. "Wow, what a rack! Her boobs are gigantic! Looks like she cut a watermelon in half and pasted the halves to her chest," Lilith thought. Nothing less than those incredibly wide, square shoulders and that broad, brawny chest could support such lush immensity, but in fact, they more than supported it. Bright Angel's incredible, up- swelling bosom soared heavenward with effortless, airy buoyancy, in vivid contrast to her sleek, flat belly, where each individual muscle rippled with every labored breath. Her round, deep-set naval just peeked from the sash that cinched her unbelievably narrow waist. Lilith eagerly anticipated unveiling the lower portion of that spectacular form. Her mouth watered at thought of owning and desecrating such magnificent, heavenly beauty. Bright Angel read the fiendish excitement in Lilith's hotly gleaming eyes, and an unfamiliar shiver of fear ran down her spine. Lilith stalked Bright Angel with a feral ardor, and the superheroine nervously tottered backward, on wobbly, uncertain legs. Lilith eagerly closed the gap, until her punches overtook her retreating foe. Her blows thudded into Bright Angel's proudly jutting bosom. Bright Angel retreated further, as boney knuckles, driven by super strength, mashed her rosebud nipples. She feebly warded off a few of Lilith's blows, but most crashed through her weak, ineffectual defense, and found their delectable targets. Lilith's fists brought tears to Bright Angel's sky-blue eyes, as they battered her heavenly melons nearly flat against the earthly angel's broad chest. The resilient flesh quivered and sprang back to fruited perfection, with the tenacity of rubber balls. As the pummeling turned her bosom a bright, angry red, Bright Angel cried out at each blow. Though her bosom suffered excruciatingly, the harrowing pain cleared some of the cobwebs from Bright Angel head. Thinking clearly again, she resolutely gritted her teeth and returned punch for punch. Even now, Bright Angel's strength was still prodigious, and one or two of her counter punches shook Lilith, though most missed. At last though, Bright Angel got close enough to wrap her long powerful arms around Lilith in a bearhug. She worked to pin Lilith's arms to her sides. Lilith feared that once locked tight in those mighty limbs, Bright Angel would crush her like a ripe tomato. She fired her fists like engine pistons into Bright Angel's abdomen, searching for some weak spot in that great golden body. Bright Angel willed herself to ignore Lilith's fists banging away at her flat washboard belly, and Lilith found no weak spot in those tightly flexed muscles. Ever resourceful, Lilith slid down in a crouch, and slipped her arm between Bright Angels' powerfully curved thighs. Then with her new found strength, the tiny brunette lifted her heavenly foe's huge body off the ground. Bright Angel yelped in surprise. Her wild, frantic struggles did her no good; Lilith upended her and smashed her head first to the ground. With the enormous power now at Lilith's disposal, the force of the impact was astounding. It would have shattered the skull of a lesser being, and even Bright Angel nearly lost consciousness. Once more, her head swam and throbbed, as she doggedly staggered to her feet. Lilith let Bright Angel get up, then danced in quick, throwing a barrage of punches at her belly. The groggy Bright Angel found it harder than ever to defend herself. Now, Lilith's stunning blows were even sinking into that steel-belted belly. Sensing less resistance, Lilith stepped up her attack, until the angel's once impregnable shield of muscles sagged. Bright Angel felt the bile rise in her throat; she barely kept from vomiting. When she tried to raise her arms to protect herself, Lilith simply battered them out of the way. Gradually the heavenly superheroine's proud body slumped, and doubled over. Lilith's eyes gleamed hotly. This was too good to end. She switched tactics, in order to prolong her sadistic joy. A two handed swing hit the blond girl's jaw, knocking her to the other side of the alley. Bright Angel fell on her knees. When she tried to get up, Lilith judo chopped her across the back of the neck, knocking her flat on the ground. She kicked Bright Angel over on her back, leaped on top of her, and pounded her face. Bright Angel saw Lilith's face above her in a red haze of pain, and felt blood gush from her nose, as Lilith mashed her ripe cherry lips against her strong white teeth. Bright Angel heard herself mewling like a hurt kitten, but she struggled valiantly. She kicked her long legs wildly. She bucked her hips from side to side, anything to dislodge the hellish tormenter perched atop her bruised bosom. In irritation, Lilith twisted around and drove her fist right between Bright Angel's legs. The proud, blond angel wailed. "Oh! Not there! Not there!" Naturally, her plea only goaded Lilith to greater excess. She punched Bright Angel's genitalia until her big, golden body shuddered with spasms of excruciating pain. Lilith rose from the prostrate beauty. Bright Angel gulped back her moans and covered her punished crotch with one hand, her other thrown over her eyes to block out some of the pain. Lilith was scarcely started. She brutally grasped Bright Angel's big round breasts in her hands and hauled the helpless beauty to her feet. That great, tawny body drooped dispiritedly. Even her proud bosom and broad shoulders sagged. Lilith slapped her across the face smacking her head back and forth. Bright Angel cowered away, but Lilith eagerly followed her, until she backed Bright Angel into a crook in the alley. Bright Angels big, milky breasts quivered fetchingly, as she trembled in anticipation of each blow. "I-I can't fight anymore you've won!" Bright Angel murmured plaintively. Lilith's answered by driving her knee into Bright Angel's crotch. Bright Angel saw flashing lights in front of her eyes. She gagged at the pain, and would have fallen, but Lilith used her meaty breast to hold her erect, pinching her tender, pink nipple mercilessly. In mortal form, Bright Angel was as susceptible to fear as any mortal woman, and for the first time in that mortal guise, Bright Angel knew such fear. It was clear she couldn't defeat Lilith in this encounter. Her only chance was escape. Desperately she looked toward the alley entrance. Lilith's knowing glance read the dawning fear in her adversary's eyes, with heady elation. She shrewdly guessed Bright Angel's intent. She deliberately stepped backward, giving the devastated superheroine room to act. The innately intuitive angel guessed Lilith was setting her up, but what choice had she; she ran frantically toward the mouth of the alley. Lilith's cruel strength had wounded that fantastic heavenly grace, and Bright Angel moved awkwardly, with painful slowness. Every step sent some new wrenching pain through her body. Smirking at her foe's flight, Lilith arrogantly let Bright Angel run a few feet, before starting after her at a leisurely trot. Lilith easily caught the fleeing angel before she'd run half the distance to the alley exit. Lilith, slid one arm around Bright Angel's slim waist to halt her escape, and slid the other around between her legs. She clamped super strong fingers on Bright Angel's genitalia, through the thin silk of her tunic and underwear. Bright Angel doubled over, wailing at the vicious assault. Lilith twisted and tore her hand loose with vicious delight, that spun her victim around in a full circle. As Bright Angel doubled over in agony, Lilith drove her boney knee into the crimefighter's buttocks, sending her sprawling on her face. Energized by fear, Bright Angel jumped right up, and ran toward safety again. Again, Lilith outdistanced her, and cut her off. Bright Angel tried to sidestep the demonic little virago, but Lilith adroitly tripped her. Once again, the big, heavenly, blond heroine sprawled lengthwise on the ground. Lilith let her get up again. She liked playing cat and mouse with the frantic blond, a head and a half taller than she. She stalked the big, half-nude blond relentlessly. No matter what Bright Angel did, her cruel tormenter was always there first, always one step ahead of her, dragging her backward, tripping her, blocking every hope of escape. As Lilith outwitted and bullied her at every turn, Bright Angel lost her beatific composure, and fell victim to hysteric panic. Too frightened to think straight, she ran aimlessly, here and there, in blind desperation. As she desperately darted about the alley, her huge round breasts jiggled and swayed, and her white wings fluttered nervously. Lilith enjoyed this game immensely. Savagely tormenting another being was always delightful, but tormenting Bright Angel was sublime ecstacy. Bright Angel was so strong and proud, so much bigger, so much more beautiful than she was, yet Lilith toyed with her, as easily she would a helplessly hunted, wild creature. It rased sadistic joy to a whole other plane. Even ecstacy must give way to business, though, and so at last, Lilith backed Bright Angel into another corner. Bright Angel's breathtaking, golden body trembled and shook. Huge sharp tipped breasts heaved spasmodically, as tortured lungs sucked desperately for air. The delicate nipples were angry red, where Lilith had previously tortured them. Lilith reached out and fondled one of those luscious, heaving globes. She felt Bright Angel's warm flesh trembling like a captive bird in her hand. Bright Angel tried to shrink away, but there was no place to go. Lilith's caress was worse than pain. "Pl- please don't touch me there!" She whimpered, her voice stammering. Lilith's answer was gleeful laughter. To emphasize her newly won mastery, she twisted and tweaked the delicate bud-like tip, until sobs shook the great tawny body. "You will lean to tremble before me, my new, slave slut!" Lilith smirked. "I'm no slut, and I'm certainly not your slave!" Bright Angel wept indignantly. "Soon, you'll be both!" Lilith cried triumphantly, and with the speed of a striking snake, she drove her right fist into Bright Angel's body, far below her waist sash. Caught unprepared by Lilith's speed, the vicious assault had deadly effect. Under thin silk, Bright Angel's strongly ridged muscles, already sorely strained, resisted, then buckled. Lilith's fist sank into her body to the wrist. A look of shocked gaping, disbelief distorted Bright Angel's classic features. Her body folded up and she moaned breathlessly. Unable to catch her breath, her huge, ripe breasts heaved in desperation for air. Lilith hooted in derision of her beautiful foe's distress. She clutched Bright Angel's throat with her left hand. Her fingers, stronger than an eagle's talons, dug deep into the firm white flesh and crushed the windpipe. Bright Angel gagged and choked, as Lilith straightened her up, and shoved her back against the dirty, brick wall. Bright Angel was past effective resistance. Both hands clutched vainly at Lilith's left wrist, strong white arms fluttering. Then Lilith's right fist struck again, lower and even harder. There was nothing she loved more than that soft ,squishy feel of her fist driving into another woman's helpless, wounded belly. Bright Angel's strong, abdominal muscles still twitching from the first blow, could offer no resistance at all this time, and with her back pressed to the wall, she couldn't ride with the blow. Bright Angel's wide ripe-lipped, pink mouth flew open even wider. Her strong, even white teeth parted, in a silent scream. Her magnificent body, outraged by the vicious attack went nearly limp. Her long muscular arms dangled at her side, deadening pain robbing them of their formidable power. She could offer no resistance at all to the third blow, even harder than the other two, as it sank into her vitals with calamitous effect. Bright Angel's long lashed eyelids fluttered, and her dark blue eyes glazed. Her broad shoulders slumped as her knees buckled, Lilith pushed Bright Angel's nearly inert body erect, long enough to deliver the fourth punch, the coup d'grace. It struck nearly at the juncture of Bright Angel's thighs. Unbelievably, the fourth punch was the hardest of all. Lilith let go of Bright Angel's throat, and Bright Angel pitched face first to the ground. Like a bird of prey striking, Lilith leaped on the broken angel's back. She knelt on Bright Angel's powerful buttocks, and grabbed two handfuls of spun gold hair; rearing back, she wrenched Bright Angel's body backward, till it bent at near right angle. Bright Angel let out a breathless groan. When Lilith let go, she flopped down again, feeling her enormous bosom flatten painfully against the ground. She tried to move, but it just hurt too much. Her white wings fluttered and trembled. "The time is ripe to carry out my master's counsel." Lilith muttered. She pulled an implement from her belt; it was a pair of wire clippers. She seized the tip of Bright Angels right wing in an iron grip. When Bright Angel felt that cruel little hand on her precious wing, she tried to beat her wings with all their incredible power. It did no good though. Her left wing beat faster than a Hummingbird's, but Lilith held her right wing deathly still, in an iron bondage. Lilith flipped open the clippers, and with her eye, measured off a large sub-triangle at the bottom of the feathery, triangular wing. Grinning like a devil, she cut into the upper boundary of her imaginary triangle. At the first cut into her delicate wing, Bright Angel shrieked in unbearable agony. Involuntarily, Bright Angel shrieked out a plea to her deadly of enemy. "Noooo, noooo! Not my wings! Not my wings! Lilith pleeeeeeeeeeeease!" Her doomed appeal was met with hellish laughter, as Lilith continued to snip away at the bottom portion of her wing. Bright Angel's suffering was unbearable. Worse than pain, she felt her heavenly powers flowing away from her, as blood spurted from her mutilated wing, leaving her nearly mortal. She was still conscious, still screaming, as Lilith clipped through the last half inch, and raised her bloody trophy triumphantly aloft. Lilith seized Bright Angel's other wing. It was harder to hold because her hands were slippery with blood, but in compensation, Bright Angel was terribly weakened by the first mutilation. Again, Lilith clipped through living, feather covered flesh and bone, as Bright Angel screamed and screamed, in terrible mortal agony. When Lilith ripped loose her second trophy, the gorgeous angel, taxed beyond mortal endurance, passed out. She was still twitching from the unrelenting pain that went on even while she lay senseless. As Lilith rose from Bright Angel's defeated body, she screamed in obscene triumph at her victory over the heavenly superheroine. Bright Angel's respite from awareness, was mercilessly short. Lilith's foot thumping against her side roused her. As her mind cleared, before anything else, she perceived appalling pain, such as she never could have imagined. Immediately after, came remembrance of frightful mutilation, and what mutilation entailed; exile in this sphere for an indeterminable age, while her wings grew anew. "My wings! My Wings! Oh, my wings!" Bright Angel mourned in silent misery. Still in total shock, Bright angel was incapable of any resistance when Lilith lifted her to her feet by her hair, and flung her huge, golden body across her right shoulder, as though she were a broken doll. As her body fell across Lilith's shoulder, in a fireman's carry, Bright Angel suffered atrociously. Nothing could eclipse the hemorrhaging, blasphemous anguish of her hurt, maimed wings. That was a hellish, all consuming nightmare. Yet her secondary suffering was atrocious enough in its own right. The substantial weight of her heavy body rested entirely on her traumatized belly muscles and frightfully churning stomach, pressed across Lilith's thin, knifelike shoulder. Cramps ravaged her shapely body, adding to the fearful distress. Sick, dizzy, gagging, nearly retching, Bright Angel, feebly kicked her long, heavily muscled, legs in protest. "Be still!" Lilith snapped in annoyance. She ran her hand up Bright Angel's elegantly turned, left leg, along sturdy calf, under the hem of silken tunic, over rounded thigh, to solid, jutting buttock. Sharp claws grasped the hard, rubbery, flesh, shielded only by fragile silk panties. Lilith's small hand could not half encompass all that bounteous abundance. Lilith licked her lips hungrily, as she violated the tight crevice between Bright Angel's bottom cheeks. Her painful grip was implacable, rendering Bright Angel incapable of further resistance. Bright Angel shuddered in disgust at Lilith's obscenely offensive touch. Lilith grinned wolfishly at the tremor of revulsion that roiled Bright Angel's mighty limb. She easily carried the vanquished superheroine down the alley to the apparently deserted street beyond. It was just then, that Kelly approached the mouth of the alley by her circuitous, zig zag advance. As she crept into the space beneath a stone stoop, she saw the small, black clad woman emerge fro the alley carrying the semi-conscious Bright Angel over her shoulder. Kelly shuddered in horror. "No! No!" Her mind screamed. "Not Bright Angel too! Oh not Bright Angel!" Both women were covered with blood, but Kelly intuitively knew the blood was mostly Bright Angel's. Then she noticed Bright Angel's wings, her beautiful, white wings! The white featheriness was drenched in blood and the lower third of each wing slashed away, leaving two bloody gashes. "What did that terrible devil do to them? Oh, my poor Bright Angel!" Kelly wept in desolation. Seeing no one about, Lilith contemptuously tossed Bright Angel into the front seat of the large, black sedan parked there. Kelly helplessly watched the woman swagger arrogantly to the driver's side and get behind the wheel. The car drove away, with a squeal of tires. Kelly fell on her knees and vomited. There was precious little in her stomach to throw up, for she hadn't eaten a real meal in days. Her heart was broken anew, by the virtual destruction of someone she cherished. Her last hope was dashed. "Even if I get to the Council Headquarters, what can Silver Victory do alone, against Asp and that woman who did that terrible thing to Bright Angel? I'll just be leading her into mortal danger. Maybe if I get away from here, she'll stay free, at least. I've got to stay alive the best way I can!" Then Kelly clenched her fists. "But someday! Someday! I don't know how, or when, I'll pay those bitches back for what they did to my mom, and Bright Angel!" As the car door slammed shut on her, Bright Angel slumped forward in the seat. At least for the moment she was free of Lilith's odious touch and humiliating licence. She was drenched in perspiration, still shuddering in the traumatic aftershock of Lilith's mutilation of her precious wings. As Lilith went around the car, Bright Angel momentarily thrilled with hope; the car door was unguarded! At her first slight move toward it, though, her body betrayed her, and she collapsed in the seat, in agonized helplessness. Lilith leisurely climbed behind the wheel and started the engine. She glanced in triumph at Bright Angel's helpless distress. "That's my good little slave." She chortled. "No thought of escaping her new mistress. Or did you try and fail?" Bright Angel was too hurt and bewildered to even know where Lilith was driving her. She sat doubled over in the seat, her golden head between her knees, her long arms wrapped tightly around her hurt middle, moaning softly each time the big car lurched into a turn or slammed to a sudden stop. Lilith drove devilish disregard for anyone but her own convenience. At last the car pulled into the driveway of an old isolated house. Bright Angel painfully raised her head and looked around, as Lilith got out. Bright Angel's pain was easing a bit. Her recuperative powers were still incredible, immeasurably greater than any mortal, even after the mutilation of her wings. She tried again, to take advantage of Lilith's brief absence. She fumbled at the door handle, but her hands were still trembling, and she couldn't get it open. She gave a sob of frustration, as she saw Lilith already standing waiting for her, gazing contemptuously at her clumsy futile efforts. Lilith jerked the door open, and Bright Angel, leaning on it for support, tumbled out on the ground. Lilith leaned over her and caught her under the arms and pulled the trembling blond angel to her feet. "Tsk, tsk! My naughty, golden-haired sow! Were you trying to avoid your mistress?" Lilith snorted in derision. Bright Angel still trembled violently, legs wobbling and knees knocking. Even so, she couldn't contain her righteous fury. She glared at Lilith with stormy, blue eyes. The gorgeous, golden-haired woman raised her trembling arm and slapped Lilith across the face. Despite her passion, she could muster no real force behind the blow. Lilith didn't even bother avoiding it; she absorbed its force with disdain. Bright Angel 's eyes reflected her dismay at her total impotence. "So my saintly, little Goldilocks still wants to play? Good so do I!" Lilith crooned. "Here's a little trick I learned from one of my Oriental customers." She was still grasping Bright Angel under the arms, and she forced her thumbs into the blond angel's armpits. She skillfully located sensitive, pressure points that could inflict excruciating pain. Bright Angel cried out at the totally new pain, as Lilith forced her up on her toes, then slammed her back down across the hood of the car. She pushed Bright Angel's prone body up until her hips and buttocks rested on the hot metal; it burned her wounded wings. Lilith pressed harder, until the pressure brought a loud scream to Bright Angel's lips. Then, and only then, Lilith released her grip. Her hands darted down to Bright Angel's thighs. She hiked Bright Angel's white, tunic skirt up around her waist, exposing her huge, white thighs, packed tightly with quivering muscle. Bright Angel painfully raised her head, looking over her enormous, up-tilted bosom, at Lilith. Her bosom rose and fell rapidly, in time with her ragged breathing. Her arms lay at her sides flat on the car hood; her white hands clawed the hot metal, as she fruitlessly tried to sit up. The splendid muscles of her ridged torso, were still limp as wet rags, and she couldn't do it. Lilith forced her way between Bright Angel's dangling splayed legs. She rubbed the firm, white flesh of Bright Angel's virginal thighs, almost caressingly, until she grasped them tightly at their juncture with Bright Angel's abdomen. Then, she unerringly jabbed her educated thumbs into the most sensitive points of Bright Angel's groin, right along the edge of her silk briefs. As soon as her fingers found their targets, she applied fiendish pressure. With a spasmodic jerk of pure agony, Bright Angel's legs jack knifed up, until her knees jammed into her abdomen. She screamed piercingly. "That's all right, Dear Slave-slut! Express your feelings! No one will hear you, or disturb us here." Lilith laughed. Bright Angel couldn't hush her screams, as Lilith's deadly thumbs stabbed deeper and deeper. Her golden head fell back against the car, then thrashed wildly from side to side. Bright Angel's eyes filled with tears that overflowed and poured down her face. Finally, Lilith was satisfied. She'd driven her first lesson home with a vengeance. She released that horrifying tortuous pressure. Bright Angel's wails continued for a few moments longer, gradually subsiding when it penetrated her numbed mind, that the pain had abated. Clumsily she raised her arms and wiped away her tears. The agitated heaving of her enormous bosom gradually subsided. Drained and trembling, awkwardly exposed atop the car hood, Bright Angel's long, trembling legs went limp, and slid down dangling over the side. Her body was so tall, her golden head hung over the other fender. Lilith smilingly walked around to that side. She seized Bright Angel's long, spun-gold hair with both hands, and hauled her backward. Bright Angel cried out, as the pain lanced through her scalp Her hand automatically flew to her head to ease the pressure. Lilith pulled with a smooth fluid motion, too rapid for Bright Angel 's numbed mind to comprehend. Before she realized her danger Lilith had jerked her body clear of the car. She fell heavily on the ground. Bright Angel's back landed with a bone-rattling thud; the small of her back on an exposed rock. If not for her magnificent sheath of back muscles, the impact might have broken her back. As it was, she was nearly paralyzed. Her mind reeling; she was powerless to resist, as Lilith dragged her across the gravel driveway, to the steps leading to the house. The wounds in Bright Angel's mangled wings were already beginning to close, for even now, her recuperative powers were incredible. She could not be killed. Healing of the most hideous natural wounds would be swift. Even mutilation, or loss of entire organs, would regenerate and heal swiftly. Though the wounds were closing in them, regeneration of her wings, unearthly in origin, would be a long tedious process, of months or years. The fiendish scraping across the gravel reopened the half closed wounds in her wings, inflicting anew that terrible, unnatural mutilation. Bright Angel screamed and shrieked as Lilith dragged her up the stairs, thumping and banging her head, back and wings on each step. As Lilith dragged her through the door, Bright Angel finally lost consciousness, even her heavenly stamina exhausted. To be continued...