Tommy Jr. rifled through his father’s trunk. It was part of the trust he was given on his 18th birthday. Tommy Sr. had died in prison years ago. Young Tommy never knew his dad and nobody would ever bring him up. He had no idea why his father went to prison. So, he was excited to see what his father had left him. 

As he went through the trunk he found strange items inside. A manilla envelope with a torn pair of pantyhose inside labeled Superwoman 1987, a bottle of chloroform, and grainy Polaroid pictures of a woman in a red mask with glitter streaking from her face and into her hair sprayed head. She was unconscious or barely conscious in the photos while in a makeshift wrestling ring.

Tommy liked the look of her. He held the hose in his hand and found himself aroused. He found a letterman jacket with an F on the front. The back of the jacket had Frat Boys lettered on. Then he found an old videotape with a letter to him. 

“Dear Son, You may not know me, but I was once part of a fraternity called The Frat Boys. We were dedicated to having fun, wrestling, and putting powerful women in their place. Our greatest achievement was capturing Superwoman. We use a specially formulated chloroform that’s also a muscle relaxant. I left you the formula. Play this tape and see how your dad took out a Superheroine! I hope you’re proud of me. Frat Boys 4 life!”

Plugging in the VCR and hitting play Tommy watched as Superwoman kicked a door in and walked into the room. She was so strong and confident as she tossed Frat Boys around like nothing. Then his dad managed to sneak up behind Superwoman. Tommy Jr. watched in awe as Superwoman had a rag over her face and she was weakening. He loved how she moaned like she wanted to fight, but couldn’t. The Frat Boys tied her up and started to videotape her up close. They took her boots and panned her legs and feet with the camera. They tossed her into a wrestling ring and beat her sexy unconscious body. Then they kept her weak and confused by forcing pills down her throat. The Frat Boys laughed and Hi fived each other. Then they put a mask on her mouth and nose that was soaked in chloroform. Tommy Jr. loved how they had managed to tame Superwoman despite not having powers. They had manged to humiliate the most powerful woman in the world. This is what he wanted to do. He wanted to live up to dads legacy and humiliate powerful women. He wanted to bring The Frat Boys back! He decided to start small and work his way up to a superheroine. 

Months Later…

Reports of women being abducted in Omega City were on the rise. First was head cheerleader for Omega High. She was chloroformed and drugged then thrown into a wrestling ring. She was beaten then tossed onto the street. Next was a young city councilwoman, then a police woman. Each victim was lured to their locations through very clever traps. Each victim reported a group of college aged boys calling themselves The Frat Boys were responsible. The Omega City Police Department vowed to capture these misguided youths.

Days later… 

Omega Girl has become a bonafide celebrity. Hanging out with the legendary Superwoman and her friends was just the start. Her intense social media footprint made her very accessible. She would reply to comments and even direct messages. The public absolutely adored the perky young superheroine. The national paparazzi were obsessed with her every move. She was happy to give interviews and loved her fans. 
So when she received a request from a start up podcast called “Our Favorite Heroes!” she listened to a few episodes and they seemed like nerdy boys who genuinely loved heroes, especially superheroines. They had occasional guests like a police officer and a fire fighter, but no guest more famous than Omega Girl. She agreed to do the podcast in person. The boys were thrilled to interview their special guest. 

The ramp up to the podcast was tremendous. Just the mention of Omega Girl as a guest increased the listener base of their podcast massively. They decided to live stream the interview to appease the publics desire to see all things Omega Girl.
Omega Girl arrives at the podcast “studio” which was really the basement of the hosts house. He requested it be kept secret to avoid paparazzi staking out his property. As she enters the house the boys are in complete awe. Her white leotard and sexy white tights, feet covered in blue flats and blue mask. The boys were practically tripping over themselves to make her comfortable. She sits at a round table with her back to the door. The host is directly across from her while she’s flanked by two co-hosts. They briefly discuss the format and how the show will go then they hit record and suddenly the entire event is streaming live online…

The host begins his usual intro then introduces his very special guest Omega Girl. The show goes well as they discuss her adventures in crime fighting: What it was like to dominate MAGAforce, her social media popularity, her amazing super friends. Then he begins to ask more provocative questions.

“Okay so, you’re crazy popular and so many comments on your posts. What’s the craziest thing people post all the time?” He asks.

“Umm… I get alot of marriage proposals… Lots of messages of support which is awesome… Ummm craziest thing is probably requests to take off my shoes and show my feet. That’s like, so strange.” she says.

“Yeah that is nuts! Okay well, you move your fingers and arms around when you’re dominating people. Why is that?” host asks.

“Without my hands and arms my powers won’t work. I need to be able to direct my telekinesis to make it work so flawlessly.” she explained.

Then the host decides to play a game. “Okay so we’re all gonna hold hands in a circle and I’ll ask you questions. We’re going to see if you can read our minds by holding hands.” he says. Omega Girl laughs. “I’m not a mind reader, but I’ll try.” She giggles at the silly stunt. 

Omega Girl holds her hands out as the co-hosts flanking her gently takes them. They comment on her slender fingers and small hands. One of them jokes the whole thing is just a ploy to touch her. She’s instructed to close her eyes as she laughs at the silliness of this skit. The door behind her opens slowly as a massive young man named “Meat” sneaks in behind the unsuspecting heroine in white. 

“Okay Omega Girl, first question. Are you susceptible to chloroform?” The host asks. 

Omega Girl with her eyes closed giggles. “Uh, what’s chloroform?” 

“MMMMMPPPHHH!!!!!” Omega Girl struggles as Meat slaps his giant hands filled with a chloro rag over her mouth and nose! The co-hosts squeeze Omega Girls hands tightly and hold her arms down with their body weight making sure she can’t use her amazing powers. 

Her eyes pop open wide with surprise behind her sexy blue mask. Her lightly shadowed eyes watching the host as he puts on a letterman jacket and a backwards baseball cap. The jacket had Frat Boys written on it as the cap had an F on it.

“We’ve got you now Omega BITCH! Feeling a little helpless? Getting sleepy HERO?!” Tommy mocked as he watched Omega Girl struggle to free her arms before the chloroform took her to a humiliating defeat. Her dancers body heaving as her white nyloned legs kicked uselessly under the table. Tommy laughed as the mighty Omega Girl slowly became weaker as her eyes started to close.
“You walked right into our trap just like the arrogant bitch I know you are. Now your capture is streaming online you attention whore!” Tommy yells as he takes Omega Girls phone from her belt and turns it on. “Let’s add another video to your YouTube channel!” He mocks as he holds the phone up to record his face with the weakening Omega Girl in the background. 

“Hey Omega Fans! We’re THE FRAT BOYS! and we just captured your precious Omega Girl. Look at her passing out… Oh! There she goes…defeated and limp….” Tommy narrated as he pulled the chair out with the now limp and unconscious heroine. Her arms at her sides as he tossed her slumping head back to reveal her pretty masked face. Then he lifted up her leg to show off her famous white nylons. 

“I hear a lot of you guys want to see Omega Girls feet. Time to see if they’re worth the wait!” He says as he slips off the blue ballet flat to reveal a small nyloned foot with pretty pink nail polish visible under the white hose. He runs his fingers over the tips of her toes and loves the feeling of soft shimmery fabric. He takes her limp foot and puts her toes in his mouth as he inhales the aroma and taste of her tiny foot. Tommy drops her foot and smiles into her still recording phone. “That’s it for this episode Omega NERDS! But don’t worry, you’ll see alot more of Omega Slut online” he says as he finishes recording and hits upload. 

Suddenly Omega Girls phone vibrates with an incoming call. The caller ID says “Superwoman” on it. Tommy smiles as he answers. “Hello Superbitch!” he mocks. 

“Let her go right now and I won’t beat you unconscious when I catch you.” Superwoman says. 

“Your time will come Superwoman. The Frat Boys are gonna take you down again. Just like we did in 1987.” Tommy mocks. 

“Delusional little boy. I’m coming for you.” Superwoman threatens. 

“Check out The Frat Boys channel on YouTube Superwoman. You’ll see how delusional we are.”Tommy says as he ends the call. The entire conversation streamed online and soon The Frat Boys channel had 1 million views. The old 1987 Superwoman defeat at the hands of Tommy sr. suddenly went viral. Now the world was witnessing Omega Girl defeated in real time and Superwoman defeated from 1987.

“We’ll be returning in 1 hour. The Frat Boys need to move to a ring where you get see how tough Omega Girl really is!” He says as the channel went dark.

1 hour later…

The feed returns as Omega Girl is unconscious in the center of a delapidated wrestling ring. Her hands are bound behind her back with duct tape squeezing her fingers together. Her elbows were also painfully bound together. On her face was one of her blue flats. The foot opening covering her mouth and nose as the shoe was stuffed with soaked chloro rags. The shoe was secured with tape around her head. A truly humiliating image, but more humiliating were the vicious trolls commenting on Omega Girls channel.

“Attention whore finally getting what she deserves!” “Privledged cunt! I hope they cum on her face!””Make the little whore cry! FRAT BOYS RULE!”
Then Tommy rips off the shoe from her face and grabs a handful of her dark hair. He puts smelling salts under her nose as her face reacts to the smell. Omega Girls eyes flutter open slowly as she focuses to see four Frat Boys surrounding her. Her arms helplessly bound as she tries to stand on her nyloned feet. Looking around at the blood thirsty Frat Boys. 

“Why are you guys doing this?” Omega Girl asks.

Tommy smiles a sick toothy grin at her while she manages to finally stand. “Time to put you in your place whore. Your online fans are waiting.”
Tommy brings his foot into her core doubling her over. Meat slams a double fist into her back sending her to her knees. The third Frat Boy sends a knee into the side of her head knocking her onto her side. Her arms behind her back unable to defend herself the fourth Frat Boy stands her up then wraps his arms around from behind and lifts her off her feet in a painful bearhug..

Omega Girls white nyloned feet dangling feet off the mat as she moaned in agony while her lungs and ribs were being compressed. “I… I… can’t.. breathe.. please..”

Tommy grabs Omega Girls phone and records another episode on Omega Girls YouTube channel… 

“Hi Omega Nerds! Another episode of overrated attention whore here! Look at how heroic she is whimpering like that. Big bad Omega slut. Oh, I’m just an innocent goody good girl who likes to dress like a slut and dominate men. Well now it’s time to teach sluts like this who’s really in charge… MEN! ” Tommy says as he backhands the gasping Omega Girl. 

Just before Omega Girl passes out they drop the helpless little girl as she gulps air into her crushed lungs. While she’s laying on the mat the Frat Boys bring a folding table into the ring and open it up. Meat scoops up the helpless girl and climbs to the top rope with her. Omega Girl looks terrified as he throws her off the top rope and back first into the table shattering it in half. She screams in pain as her bound hands and elbows takes the full brunt of the fall. Laying in a pile of splintered wood and metal. 

Tommy and Meat go under the ring and take out two folding metal chairs. The other two Frat Boys are moving towards the beaten Omega Girl. She suddenly uses her dancers body and points her legs with flexed feet at the two Frat Boys closest to her. Focusing her telekinetic powers at the boys they levitate into the air. A quick flick of her feet and the boys are sent flying out of the ring. It was hard for her to control her powers this way. As the two Frat Boys crashed into a row of chairs Tommy and Meat climbed back into the ring on either side of her. Trying to move her legs and feet to capture them was futile as they each grabbed a pantyhose glazed leg and held them. Her tiny feet flexing and pointing as parts of the ceiling shook. Tommy yells out to the boys outside the ring. 

“We got her legs! Get those chairs and open them up right here!” He orders as the boys come to and comply. Tommy and Meat then put each of Omega Girls struggling feet into the half open chairs holding them in place while the other two Frat Boys use their full body weight to close the chairs on her sexy ankles! 

“Aaaaeeeeiiiii” Omega Girl screams as her ankles are severely sprained. 
Tommy stands over his powerless victim smiling. “You think you can defend yourself bitch? This ain’t The Omega Girl wins storyline. It’s the Omega Girl learns her fucking place storyline!” He says as he picks up a folding chair and smashes it into her nyloned knee! Meat grabs the other chair and smashes her other knee multiple times. Then the boys stand back to watch the now damaged legs of Omega Girl lay uselessly on the mat as she cries in pain. The entire world watching in real time. 

Then Omega Girl watches in horror as each of them pulls their hard cocks out. “You ever see a cock, bitch? You’re about to get more than you can handle!” Tommy yells out. 

“NO! NO! I…. I DON’T CONSENT!” The inexperienced Omega Girl yells out. 

The Frat Boys erupt into thunderous laughter. “That’s not how it works bitch! We don’t give a fuck about consent!” Tommy says as he pushes the thin strip of crotch fabric aside and rips a hole in her white pantyhose exposing her pussy. 

Meat straddles Omega Girls chest and drops his cock on her chin while Tommy takes her pussy. The other two are satisfied to use her feet. Then the four boys use the innocent heroine as Meat forces his cock down her throat and Tommy pounds the perfect pussy of Omega Girl. The cameras catching every moment of Omega Girls indignant humiliation.

Meanwhile…. 

Frat Boys spotters have been positioned throughout Omega City. Superwoman has been flying around trying to find the wrestling ring with no luck. Nobody knew where the stream was originating from and the OCPD were flummoxed. The spotters could tell Superwoman didn’t know where to go. Then her cell phone rings. She takes her phone from the hidden compartment in her boot…

 
“Hello, I have tracked Omega Girls phone signal to 5632 Industrial Way. An abandoned gym in the South District. Please assist her. Have a wonderful day!” The call ended as Omega Girls MAMA android had managed to use her abilities to locate her. Superwoman flies towards the area. 

Back in the ring… 

The boys pull out of Omega Girl and shower their vile semen all over her. Meat covers her face and chest while Tommy blasts all over her belly and hosed thighs. The remaining boys shoot all over her feet and down her legs. The semen soaks into her leotard and pantyhose as her hair, mask and mascara now covered in humiliation. Tommy grabs the camera and shoves it in her sobbing face as he roughly grabs her hair, controlling her like a pimp taming one of his stable bitches. 
“Tell Omega City you’re an attention whore and The Frat Boys broke you!” Tommy commands.

“No…” She sobbingly defies.
Tommy grabs at her mask and threatens to remove it. “Say it or the world finds out who you really are. Then we find every member of your family and do this to them!”

Terrified for her loved ones Omega Girl gives in. “Okay…please…don’t take my mask…” she sobs.

“Fucking say it cunt!” Tommy orders.
Omega Girl looks into the camera a broken shell of the innocent exuberant young heroine warrior she was earlier. “I’m an attention whore and The Frat Boys broke me…” she says reluctantly with tears mixed with semen running down her face.
Tommy laughs. “FRAT BOYS RULE!” He says as he reaches for her mask anyway and starts to pull it away from her young beautiful face. She turns her head to resist. “No! You said you wouldn’t! You promised!” she says.

Tommy laughs more. “Stupid naive cunt. You’re days of being Omega Girl are fucking over! Here she is without her mask….” Tommy is about to pull the mask off when he’s interrupted.
“Tommy we gotta go man, spotters say she’s coming!” The Frat Boy warns.
All four of them run away as they leave Omega Girl in the ring with the tiniest amount of dignity left as her mask remained in place. 

Moments later the metal doors fly off their hinges as Superwoman enters the empty gym. The cameras capture everything as the world watches the sexy Superwoman fly over to Omega Girl. The contrast between the two superheroines was stark when you saw them together. Superwoman was young, but compared to Omega Girl she was a true woman. The little girl vibe Omega Girl gave off was  completely overshadowed by the powerful sexiness of the world’s most beautiful masked defender in red.
Superwoman easily frees Omega Girl from her bondage. Omega Girl cries as she hugs Superwoman. Finally free from her terrifying and humiliating ordeal. Superwoman holds Omega Girl in her arms comforting the beaten little girl. Superwoman has known defeat and she knows how Omega Girl feels. Superwomans kindness knows no bounds. Which is why so many comments on the feed were about how badly the trolls wanted to see The Frat Boys take out Superwoman!

She reaches for Omega Girls phone and sees Tommy had uploaded the video before he fled. Then the world watches as Superwoman walks over to the camera and faces it. The world getting an up close look at the perfect face of Superwoman. “You’ll pay for this Frat Boys. I promise you’ll pay.” She threatens as she shuts down the feed.

THE END

Epilogue:
Omega Girl receives an outpouring of support from the world. Her humiliating defeat only humanized her more and made her more popular. Everyone wanted to see her succeed. She took a short break from social media, but soon returned as she was encouraged by the tremendous support she received from fans. Many of her fans were high profile celebrities who used her ordeal to push the #metoo agenda.
However, Omega Girls defeat was popular on porn sites as the raw footage was edited many times to cater to individual fetishes. Superwoman 1987 was also very popular on porn sites which underlines the fact that although most people are decent, they still secretly want to see powerful women put in their place.