Over the next few weeks bank robberies in Delta City soared. Each robbery was the same with vault doors crumbled to dust. The crooks were so fast the police couldn’t arrive in time to stop them. Superwoman was asked to pay special attention to the local banks for any sign of criminal activity. 

Finally Superwoman noticed a robbery in progress. She floated up high in the sky and watched. She wanted to learn more about their technology and hideout. The box truck drove away after only 15 seconds. It was an incredibly fast robbery and Superwoman wanted to catch the entire crew. She flew high and unnoticed following the box truck to the warehouse just outside the city. The truck drove inside and Superwoman checked out the area. 

“Nothing wrong with the direct approach.” she thinks to herself as she kicks the front door of the warehouse off its hinges sending it flying into a wall. Superwoman walks on the concrete floor, her heels clicking and clacking as they echo through the dark vast space. “This is strange, they just pulled in and now they’re gone?” she says lowly under her breath. Suddenly the lights turn on and Superwoman is standing in front of three young men and the box truck. The frequency cannon is still in the back of the truck and an intern is aiming it at Superwoman. “A trap? Is this what this is supposed to be?” Superwoman says to the cocky boys as she struck her sexy and famous power stance. 

The boys eyed her body as the light shimmered off her sexy pantyhose. Her skin was tan and glistening with a light tint of a glittery moisturizer she used. Her sexy dark hair fell perfectly framing her gorgeous face. The thugs powered up the weapon and fired…. 

Superwoman stood in her power stance as the frequency cannon blasted her. The boys expecting her to be turned to dust stood amazed that she was unharmed. “So that’s the weapon you boys use to rob banks? Did you really think you could hurt me? I am SUPERWOMAN!” she says as she flies at the cannon and slams her delicate yet powerful fist into the barrel destroying it. 

The young men attack with bats and knives in a desperate attempt to avoid capture. They were quickly laying on the ground moaning. Superwoman grabs one and yanks him up by the front of his shirt. “None of you are in charge. Where’s the boss?” she demands. The young man fearfully points in the direction of a door containing a laboratory. Superwoman throws the thugs in the box truck and locks them inside. She glides delicately to the laboratory. 

She opens the door to see an older man in a lab coat and glasses. He is surrounded by tech, prototypes and experiments in various states of completion. Piles of cash and valuable jewelery all over the lab. He looks up to see the sexy Superwoman coming towards him. “I guess my interns weren’t able to stop you, Superwoman.” he says unphased. 

“Whoever you are, you’re going to jail for this little criminal enterprise you’ve created.” Superwoman says with authority. 

“Don’t you want to even know my name Superwoman?” he asks. 

“No.” she replies walking towards him. 

“I am Doctor Sound! And I will go down in history as the man who killed the great Superwoman!” he says. 

“You’ll be known as a prisoner number and nobody will know you.” she replies.

“Your cockiness will be your downfall Superwoman.” He says. 

Superwoman smiles as she approaches him. She is about to shove Doctor Sound against his lab table. “Whatever you’re working on, it’s over. You and your thugs are under arrest.” she says as he pulls out a tuning fork from his pocket. 

Superwoman looks at the harmless object. “Planning on tuning a piano before I arrest you?” she says mockingly. 

Suddenly Doctor Sound slams the tuning fork against the table and points it at Superwoman. He smiles as she stops in her tracks and puts her hands over her ears and screams in pain. He slams it again and Superwoman staggers back against a metal table holding herself up. She looks at him through eyes that were unable to focus. She could see his mouth moving, but she couldn’t hear anything except a painful vibrating ringing. 

“Do you like my invention Superwoman? It’s a device that emits a frequency designed to degrade specifically you at a molecular level! With you out of my way I’ll be free to fund my research!” he gloats. He watches as the superheroine who moments ago was so cocky is now barely standing up as her cells degrade. Her perfect body using every muscle just to stay conscious. 

Superwoman knew she had to get that device away from him. He got closer and closer shoving the fork in her face as she suffered and he grew more confident. She reached out and grabs his arm as she squeezes his wrist causing him to drop the tuning fork. “Owwwww!” he screams out as Superwoman now controls the situation again. 

“What is this thing?” Superwoman demands as she holds the fork in her right hand and the doctor in her left. 

“I already told you! Unless…of course you couldn’t hear me. It’s a device designed to degrade your cells with a modulated frequency I discovered that will hurt only you!” he explains. 

“I’m going to have Latina Heat mold this into your prison bars!” she says. 

“I hope so Superwoman! I have a surprise for all your super powered pals!” he says as he nods towards his experiments. Each one labeled with a superheroines name. “I’ve made one for each of you! You’ll all suffer before I kill you!” he brags. 

“Maybe you don’t understand how winning works. I have your device and you’re helpless. Your thugs are locked in the box truck. You’re out of options Doctor Sound.” she preaches. 

“Oh I know how winning works Superwoman. Like I said, your cockiness will be your downfall.” He says as he sees his interns sneaking into the lab quietly. Now there were four interns. A fourth intern remained hidden while Superwoman defeated the other three. He freed the trapped interns and they went to spring the rest of the Superwoman trap. 

They each pull out a tuning fork and Doctor Light smiles confidently at Superwoman. “Time to suffer Superwoman.” he says as the four interns slam their tuning forks against surfaces and point them a the unsuspecting Superwoman. 

Doctor Sound watches as Superwoman screams. She releases the doctor and drops the tuning fork. Superwoman drops to her knees holding her head as the interns relentlessly slam the forks causing her cells to painfully degrade. She lunges at one of them, but the constant vibrations are shattering her mind, vision and body. 

“Excellent work interns! Don’t get too close to her! She’s still very powerful!” he orders. 

Superwoman struggles to her feet and begins to stagger away. She just wanted to escape the pain. Doctor Sound knew the tuning forks weren’t enough to kill her. Maybe they could render her unconscious at best. She was still powerful enough to stagger away. Doctor Sound had already planned for this however. 

“Okay now, direct her to the “X” on the floor!” he orders. The interns begin to aim their forks at her and direct her around like cowboys herding cattle with cattle prods. 

They finally direct her to the X and they stop their forks. Superwoman stops screaming and her vision begins to return. She can see the interns smiling as she prepares to fly at them. She looks down and sees she’s standing on a red X. Looking up she sees a massive tuning fork suspended on the ceiling above her. The sinking feeling of desperation fills her soul as her unresponsive body can’t move fast enough to get away. 

“This is called winning, Superwoman!” Doctor Sound says as he throws the switch powering the specifically programmed tuning fork. Superwoman screams and quickly drops to the floor. She is writhing in pain on the floor as her ears start to bleed. 

Doctor Sound watches as the magnificent Superwoman suffers on the concrete floor of the lab. He loves how her pantyhosed legs look as they flop around uselessly. Grabbing her head desperately trying to silence the deadly vibrations ripping her sexy body apart. “She won’t be able to survive much longer!” Doctor Sound gloats. Suddenly he witnesses something incredible… 

Superwomans belt and choker detach themselves from her body and seemingly float in mid air. She reaches for them in her suffering. She seems desperate and panicky as the trinkets fly away quickly and burst out of the lab. “NOOO!” she screams as the tuning fork is now killing her faster. “AAARRRRGH!” she screams. 

The genius level mind of Doctor Sound quickly deduces what just happened and he shuts down the fork. The interns look shocked as Superwoman stops screaming, but remains helpless and weak on the floor. Doctor Sound walks over to the helpless superheroine. 

“Those trinkets are the source of your power aren’t they?” he asks. Superwoman says nothing, but her silence tells him everything he needs to know. He smiles. 

“This explains everything! Your powers are keyed to those trinkets most likely by your blood. The fork has changed the molecular composition of your blood and now they don’t recognize you. So they left you to find a new Superwoman. This explains the multiple Superwomen over the years. A family of Superwomen, each generation claiming the mantle. 

“This explains the older Superwoman who took your place when MAGAforce killed you. Who is she? Your mother? Older sister? Cousin? Aunt?” he says and he notices her breathing change when he said aunt. “Yes, aunt…I bet she’s going to be surprised when the trinkets come to her. She’ll become her version of Superwoman and rescue you.”

“But I calculate a 89.8 percent chance that this tuning fork will work on her based on your common genealogy. Your aunt will suffer beside you. What’s better than killing one Superwoman? Killing two!” he monologues. 

“No…please…” she begs. 

“Begging for your life or your aunts?” he asks.

“Please…” she weakly says. 

Doctor Sound looks down at his helpless victim. He feels her silky thigh and runs his hand up her torso feeling the ripples of her abs and grabbing a handful of her perfect tits. “You truly are a perfect woman. It’s ashame you have to die. I look forward to studying you and your aunt to discover how to get your trinkets to work for me.” He says as he stands up. 

“Tie Superwoman to a chair and prepare for our next guest! The Superwoman family is about to become extinct!” he brags. 

Superwoman is now tied to a simple folding chair under the tuning fork. Her hands tied behind her back and secured to the bottom cross support of the chair. Her boots were removed and her sexy small hosed feet were tied to the front legs of the chair at the ankles. The soles of her feet arching back as her nyloned toes tip toed the floor. They sadistically also tied each big toe to the legs causing her foot to cramp. The tuning fork was turned on at low power to keep her degrading. Her vision was blurry and her body was weak. A humiliating gag was shoved in her mouth to keep her quiet. Superwoman was completely vanquished. 

“Doctor! She’s here!” an intern said checking the security cameras. The red form of Superwoman flew past the camera and into the front door. Security cameras recording her every move. Doctor Sound got on the warehouse PA system. 

“Welcome Superwoman! We have your little niece. Come save her. We’re in the laboratory to your right.” He says laughing. 

Superwoman sat in her chair helpless, weak and trying to scream behind her gag. “NO… Auntie Joyce!” she thinks to herself. Doctor Sound gets in her face. “Don’t worry Superwoman, auntie will be joining you soon Hahaha!” he mocks. 

Through her degrading vision and weakness Superwoman can make out a red blob walking into the lab. “Hello Superwoman! There she is, go save her…if you can get to her!” Doctor Sound says. 

The interns surround Joyce coming out from their hiding spots. They raise their tuning forks and slam them onto various surfaces. Superwoman from her chair passes out from the added vibrations of the tuning forks. Her world goes dark and her final thoughts are of her beloved Aunt about to suffer. 

To Be Continued.