[This story is set in Paragon City, taken from the former MMO game City of Heroes. All place names, hero names and registered trademarks belong to their rightful legal owners and are not intended as copyright infringement in any way. This work is purely meant as a piece of entertainment, and not for commercial purposes in any way, shape or form.]
[The precursor to this series is entitled "Mom the Superheroine".]
[Though there are incestuous elements between a mother and her consenting adult daughter here, this story is really about the personal journey of two superheroines.]
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There they stood, like a diorama, illustrating age-old truths - the thrill of victory, the agony of defeat.
Vicky was on her knees, her legs splayed out, her head bowed. Her trembling upraised arms were bending, as if she were a female Atlas no longer able to bear the weight of the skies.
And Cindy - proud, strong Cindy - stood above, teeth bared in a grimace of effort, sweat pouring from every pore, as she pushed down upon Vicky's hands. It was her arms, her body, that was generating that immense power necessary to keep Vicky down.
She had never seen her daughter so fired up - not against Elena, nor the Supa-Troll. Of course, against Elena, Cindy had been fighting through unimaginable agony to win a match she simply had to win, with unthinkable consequences should she have lost - yet somehow this was a different Cindy that had been brought out.
That was a grin playing on Cindy's features - Barbara was sure of it. It was a grin that spoke of the pleasure of dominance: the sheer thrill of feeling one's strength overcome another's, slowly and sensually... of seeing the agony on your opponent's face, agony that you knew you had put there... of seeing the unspoken submission in an all-but-defeated opponent's eyes, acknowledging your physical superiority...
Cindy hadn't gotten that from her, she knew - Barbara could conceive of such urges and feelings, but they were quite alien to her nature. It wasn't quite the sadism of Valerie and Elena, either...
... it had come from Vicky.
It was the will to win of Conqueress, a woman who knew just how much stronger she was than others around her, and reveled in the awareness. It was the drive to achieve victory without reservation, but it didn't tip over into frenzy... like Barbara had done when she'd defeated Valerie at long last. She could still remember it sometimes, the way she had felt when she had seen Valerie's hated face beneath her, in between her legs... and how good it had felt to close her fingers around Valerie's neck...
But no... that was not her. And Vicky's ruthlessness was not berserk fury, yet it undoubtedly was part of what made her so very strong.
Barbara worried sometimes that Cindy had picked up too much of her own softness - and yes, she knew she was soft, inside, she'd always had a marshmallow core - and she had hoped Michelle would impart a little worldly toughness. Now, as she saw Cindy gleefully - gleefully! - pressing Vicky's hands down all the way to her shoulders, she realized she had this to be grateful to her Praetorian daughter for.
"Submit... bitch," Cindy said, smirking.
She had never known her daughter to use epithets like that. The way she'd just said it, however... it was not without its appeal. Whenever they'd roleplayed this way, Cindy had invariably dissolved into giggles after a few minutes - she couldn't keep up the pretense of dominating her mother and calling her mean names. Now Cindy was leaning fully into it, and Barbara discovered with a small frisson of shock that she was loving every moment of it.
Vicky looked up at her, her face a contorted rictus of disbelief and rage. She snarled and her whole body bunched up as she attempted to power her body upright... but Cindy hunched over, leaned in and matched her strength. The cords of her trapezius muscles bunched up like steel cables. The ridges of her triceps were miniature mountain ranges.
Vicky's knees lifted only an inch or so off the floor... and, by the by, went down again. She slumped, her still shaking hands pressed against her own shoulders, and finally looked down and whispered the words of submission.
And Cindy released Vicky's hands, slowly took hold of Vicky's chin, tilted the face of her twin upwards... and swiftly gave it a stinging slap, causing Vicky to gasp and fall over on one side, putting her hands out for balance.
Then Cindy lifted her foot and planted it squarely on Vicky's hips. Looking her mother straight in the eyes, Cindy drew herself up to her full height, raised her arms, and pulled them down into the biggest double-biceps flex Barbara had ever seen.
Almost as though she were in a trance, Barbara stepped forward, and reached out to caress Cindy's quivering, veined biceps. Cindy's smile became tremulous, and she gave a small gasp when Barbara's fingers made contact.
Her eyes shone, as if to say - and from deep familiarity Barbara knew that Cindy was indeed thinking it - "Feel these muscles - the winner's muscles! Feel how strong they are, for you!"
They stood like that for some time - Vicky reclining on her side, looking up while Cindy kept her foot planted just above her hip; Cindy holding her flex, like a living stature of victory, and moaning softly while Barbara's hands wandered all over her body; Barbara's fingers kneading the rock-hard mounds of Cindy's arms and shoulders, stroking the gentle curves of Cindy's lower breasts, tracing the lines on her sculpted abdominal slabs, probing the moist fleshy cleft of Cindy's wet pussy...
It was surreal, for Barbara - there she was, proud beautiful Cindy, but Vicky's posture of abject defeat tugged at some very specific heartstrings. After all, they looked practically the same...
Finally, Cindy lifted her foot off Vicky and stepped into a tight full-body embrace with her mother. Behind her, Vicky slowly rose to her feet. Barbara found herself gazing at this amazing young woman, who was now looking back at her with such longing in her clear eyes... her daughter from another world who had come into their lives, and had just skirted the edges of being an interloper...
Her Cindy had grown, yet again, and become still stronger, thanks to her battle sister. The Praetorian had brought out the will to win, the drive, that lay within Cindy, not fully unlocked until now. She could feel it, somehow, in Cindy's embrace - there was now something she couldn't define with words, something within her that was making her crushing embrace even stronger in some way, some steel that now lay beneath the surface of Cindy's spirit. She had tasted what it was to crush a determined opponent who could match her strength for strength, what it was to wring the worthy words of submission from such a one...
Then she gasped and squealed, like a little girl, as Cindy suddenly released the hug and swept Barbara up in her arms like a little girl, bearing the larger woman's weight with seemingly effortless ease, and carried her off to their bedroom, while they kissed with furious passion...
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Vicky dressed herself slowly. As she pulled on her elbow gloves, she fancied she could hear their lovemaking - the walls were fully soundproof and bunker-thick, of course, but still, it was as if she was there with them, seeing their writhing limbs entwined, hearing the throaty moans of pleasure from their lips...
She had been winning! She had been dominating all the way. She could feel in her bones and her muscles that she was the stronger... and of course, Barbara's delectable breast milk had helped...
But at the last, as they stood face to face, toe to toe, chest to chest, and matched muscle against muscle... something in her had given way to whatever was in her rival.
The Conqueress had been conquered, this day.
But if that had to happen... it was just as well that Cindy, her Primal twin, would be the one to do it.
She again experienced the welter of emotions she always did, when she thought of her Primal counterpart. As far as the multi-versal joke about "fight or fuck" went, well... to Vicky's mind, the answer had always been, as the popular saying went, "why not both?" And in any order, too, or simultaneously, it didn't matter.
As she sat down to pull on her boots, she found that she was glad. There was an ache in her heart, yes, but she was also suffused with gladness.
