This story has been a work in progress from the beginning and I keep making changes throughout. If you have read this before, skim the changelog below to see where I have made significant changes via my diabolical edit powers. (Thanks tallyho)
12/27/19: Fixed problems with the ever changing number of elves. Extended and cleaned up the Starfire rooftop battle. Made all the formatting uniform throughout.
27/12/18: Night Twelve part 3 24/12/18: Night Twelve part 2 19/12/18: Night Twelve begins
12/17/18: Added Day Twelve.
12/12/18: fixed the "Did you forget about Huntress?" plot hole in the night eleven conclusion.
10/12/18: Added conclusion to Night Eleven.
Yet another December update: While I was working on the next segment, I found something I had written last year and really liked it. So, I added night ten, 22:59 to the beginning of the chapter containing the night eleven 01:22 segment. It gives more insight into what is going on. Enjoy.
Second December 2018 update: I am determined to complete this story this year and have already added a second update to this tale. Note there have been significant changes to the various chapters in the last six years, so you might want to just read the whole thing.
December 2018 update: Edits have finally corrected the inconsistencies in the later chapters and the intro to Night Eleven is up -- the last two heroines have been selected and introduced. See if you can guess who they are. Meantime prepare for an incredible battle in the next chapter which I will try to get up in the next few days in addition to working on the next chapter of Amazos.
December 2017 update: I just read this story again in prep for finishing and noted some inconsistencies and how the end was drifting away from the main theme. As a result, I will be doing some edits over the coming days to bring everything up to snuff and prepare for the grand finale, which I dare say, will surprise many of you.
December 2016 update: I began this story four years ago now, under the title of "Wonder Woman, A Christmas Story" and after the second chapter was totally bored with the direction it was taking. It was going to become one of those kinds of stories that I loathe to read where the action of the succeeding chapters becomes redundant reflections of the first.
While discussing with Tallyho his second Grace story, it occurred to me to take things in a totally different direction.
Heroines so far, in order of appearance: Wonder Woman (of course)
The Twelve Heroines
Supergirl (Kara/Linda Danvers - twin sister to Power Girl)
Huntress (Helena Wayne)
Starfire (Koriand'r)
Power Girl (Kara/Karen Star - twin sister to Supergirl)
Black Canary (Dinah Drake Lance)
Mary Marvel
Troia (Donna Troy and twin sister of Drusilla Prince)
Jade
Darkstar (Drusilla Prince and twin sister of Donna Troy)
Wonder Girl (Cassie Sandsmark)
Batgirl
Fire \
For any of you who have read my stuff, you do know to expect a surprise plot twist in the end.
Pay close attention to the fact that night six was written by Centurion and used, in a version edited to fit into the storyline, with his permission. I must say it adds a lot to the tale. Confused? Read on.
Night One: Georgetown Park, Washington DC
Christmas season was a happy and festive time in Washington DC, which was now blanketed by a light covering of snow. Diana Prince was doing some Christmas shopping, something she had learned to do since coming to America. The mall was illuminated by Christmas lights and decorations and filled with the sounds of Christmas carols. Diana could not help but smile at the sight of the happy faces on the other people in the mall.
Maybe this will be a trouble free season for Wonder Woman. thought Diana, who, secretly, was also the beauteous, raven-haired Amazon heroine.
Suddenly, Diana was drawn from her reverie by the sounds of people applauding. Diana turned to see a horde of gorgeous women scantily clad in the trademark green of Christmas elves jumping or flipping with incredible agility along the mall's benches in a complex and highly difficult gymnastics routine. The long sleeved leotards of shiny green spandex scarcely contained the generous cleavage of the “elves” who continued their display of acrobatic prowess. The rest of their costume was typical, sheer white hose, shiny white wrist length gloves and black ankle boots with five inch spiked heels. It was this latter feature that was eliciting a comment of awe from the woman closest to Diana.
“How do they do that in such high heels?”
She continued to watch with amazement as the main character took the stage.
Fat, dressed in red, with a sack on his back and long white beard, he bellowed his well-known laughter
“Ho, ho, ho... Merry Christmas...Merry Christmas!!”
The women finished their routine with a flourish that centred Santa in their midst as he continued to speak in the traditionally loud and jovial voice.
“Merry Christmas, ho, ho, ho... Merry Christmas to one and all. Say, aren't my elves especially lovely and talented this year?”
Another round of applause and several wolf whistles was the enthusiastic response. The elves spread out, silently greeting the crowd, some of them positioning themselves next to the second rate mall security guards and taking full advantage of the fact that most of them were young single males.
The applause finally died down and Santa spoke again.
“The mall does not pay us to put on this show,”
His voice changed, suddenly sounding quite sinister,
“so we'll take a small collection! To work my Sexy Elves!!”
The words barely left his mouth before the women began robbing both the mall's shops and customers alike. The security guards were quickly overcome by Santa's Sexy Elves as the applause quickly changed to screams and cries of outrage.
Diana immediately knew what she had to do. Slipping away from the disturbance, she made sure she was alone. Spinning in place, Diana was instantly bathed in an aura of golden light. When the light faded she had been transformed, her generous cleavage now wrapped in the famous red and gold bustier, her star spangled pants covering a firm rear that filled the most fit woman with just a little envy. She was... Wonder Woman!! Her blue eyes sparkled with determination as she checked to make sure her tiara and magic lasso were secure while racing into action.
Emerging in the midst of Santa's Sexy Elves, the mighty Amazon started to scatter them with a variety of punches and kicks, even tossing a few across the room.
"No! My Christmas plans will not be foiled by a big breasted bimbo. Get her my Sexy Elves!!"
roared Santa Claus. Obeying their master's commands, Santa's Sexy Elves abandoned their crime shopping spree and charged towards Wonder Woman.
"Do your best girls! I'm bringing you all to justice!!"
called Diana as she assumed the fighting stance of the supreme Amazon Warrior. The powerful heroine easily dispatched the Elves as rapidly as they attacked, but suddenly she was assaulted from behind as a red gloved hand covered her nose and mouth with a damp cloth and an all too familiar odour filling her nostrils.
“Keep at her, ladies, I have just what she needs right here!”
Wonder Woman immediately sought to shake off this new threat, but Santa's Sexy Elves attacked with renewed vigour and their superior numbers began to turn the tide of battle.
Numerous hands grabbed her arms, legs and curvy waist. Wonder Woman fought furiously, throwing them off two, three, even four at a time, but each one seemed to be replaced by two more. Worst of all, they prevented her from dealing with the chloroform wielding woman behind her who kept the cloth in place as though it were glued to her face. Again and again she held her breath, trying to shake off her opponents and get rid of the insidious cloth. Each time she had to breathe she became a little weaker as the drug began to affect even her Amazonian constitution. Under the leadership of the devious woman behind her, the mighty Amazon was slowly wrestled to the ground where it would be more difficult for the heroine to fight back. Still Diana fought furiously trying to break free from the grips of Santa's Sexy Elves but the superior numbers and the drug eventually took their toll. Her incredible body no longer had the strength to fight.
Finally Diana could no longer hold up her head, the red-gloved arms cradling it and gently pillowing it on a pair of firm soft breasts.
“Shh, that's it, Wonder Woman, relax. It's OK girls, I have her now. Finish up and let's go.”
Firm but gentle hands caressed the sleepy heroine's breasts as they drew her deeper into the tender embrace. The damp cloth was removed and the woman's gloved hands explored every exposed inch of Diana's shoulders, neck, and chest before she felt them slide inside her bustier to fondle and tease her nipples.
"Noo” moaned Wonder Woman as they rapidly responded to the skilfully applied stimulation,
“Please -- stop!”
A tongue ran a slow circle around the edge of her ear, then a soft, intimate voice only she could hear said,
“Why? Don't you like the way it feels?”
A gentle pinch elicited another moan, and the woman giggled.
“Yes, I think that you do! Dream a little dream of me?”
Suddenly the cloth was in her face again, the powerful drug working more rapidly this time as Diana was no longer able to hold her breath.
An inverted blond santa capped head filled her vision.
“See you at the Fair Oaks Mall, tomorrow night, bring a friend.”
Slowly Diana's eyelids fluttered, her eyes turned up in her head as she fought to stay awake. Finally, inevitably, darkness overcame her. Tying the cloth in place with a bright green ribbon, the woman gently lowered Wonder Woman to the floor. Her hands once again sought and stimulated the heroine's magnificent breasts, speaking softly to them.
“You will remember my touch.”
No sooner had she finished speaking than the heroine's body stiffened, a gasp of extreme pleasure emanating from her mouth, then she slowly relaxed, drifting gently into the arms of Morpheus.
“Remember,” she whispered in Diana's ear, “Fair Oaks Mall, tomorrow night, bring a friend.”
Standing she crossed to Santa, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with passionate abandon.
“Time to go, Santa, baby. Do your bit.”
He laid a finger on the side of his nose, giving a nod, then he and all his elves simply vanished, the mall like it was save for the heroine slumbering on the floor and sudden cries of “I've been robbed!!”
Night Two: Fair Oaks Mall, Fairfax, Va
The next night, Wonder Woman found herself at the Fair Oaks Mall. She didn't quite know why she was there, nor was she entirely certain how she got there. Her first thought was to find someplace quiet and change to her guise of Diana Prince, get a little more shopping finished and figure out why she was there. Strangely, she felt compelled to go as Wonder Woman instead. It seemed rather strange to her, yet the strangeness didn't bother her. She needed to be there.
She wandered around the mall until she was stopped by a young blonde girl about seven years old.
“Are you really Wonder Woman?”
“Yes.”
The young girl extended her hand,
“Pleased to meet you, I'm Jane.”
They shook hands. “Could I have your autograph, please?”
Diana kneeled, signing the proffered book.
“Thanks Wonder Woman, bring a friend.”
Diana looked at the young blondes face, the sinister smile melting to innocence,
“I'm sorry, my mind drifted for a second, what did you say?”
“I said 'I can't wait to show my friends.'”
“Oh! That reminds me, I need to call one of my friends!”
Wonder Woman touched the star on her tiara as she turned away, her words lost in the background noise of the mall. When she finished she continued to wander around for several more hours, being asked again and again if she were, in fact, Wonder Woman and subsequently for her autograph. Just when she was about to go home, the same show as the night before with a twist...
“Merry Christmas, ho, ho, ho... Merry Christmas to one and all. It looks like we have a special guest here at the mall tonight. Maybe we can encourage her to join me and the lovely Ms Santa right here on the stage. Ladies and gentlemen, Wonder Woman!!”
The applause was suddenly deafening and the raven-haired heroine, not too reluctantly, took the stage. Holding her hands up for silence,
“It's a real pleasure to work with a man who only thinks about the welfare of others and who works so tirelessly on the behalf of children all year long.”
“Wonder Woman is partly right, I used to work for the benefit of others, but now...”
Diana couldn't help but note the abrupt change in his voice.
“I think my helpers should take a collection.”
Suddenly everything came flooding back, but it was too late. She felt a powerful sensation pass through her body as Ms Santa's hands found her breasts.
“Remember.” The soft voice whispered in her ear.
Her body stiffened as she felt the weakness of chloroform wash over her, even though no drug had been applied. Her body rapidly reached an aroused state, though the woman had not yet done anything other than to take hold of and cup her breasts. Her body began to glow softly... the mysterious Ms Santa gently fondled her breasts and teased her nipples,
“Just relax, Wonder Woman, you can't do anything to stop this!”.
Diana watched helplessly as the sexy elves attacked with well honed precision, the soft glow seeping out of her body and into the hands that were torturing her breasts and nipples as Ms Santa whispered into her ear. She heard a soft moan of pleasure, then a louder one as her body arched into an orgasm. She realized the sounds were coming from her as the orgasm continued for almost fifteen seconds and her moan became a scream of passion.
Ms Santa dropped to her knees, leaning back as the glow travelled in streams from Diana's body to hers,
“Your body has even more energy than Mrs Santa's! I'm going to enjoy you so much.”
A hand grabbed her long blonde hair, lifting her into the air with ease,
“Not if I have anything to say about it!”
“Ahhhh!!! Girls!!! A little help, please?”
A powerful hand tossed the blonde villainess to the side as the 'elves' changed missions and attacked the floating blonde in blue spandex. For her part, Supergirl just floated there, allowing them to wear themselves out on her unmoving form until they were all in range. One thirty second spin later and they were lying around, singly or in piles, groaning.
The maid of might dusted off her hands, "Well, that's that!"
"Those fingers in my hair That sly come hither stare That strips my conscience bare Its witchcraft."
Ms Santa walked into view as she sang, fixing her best come hither stare on the heroine, staring deeply into her eyes.
"No!" Supergirl gasped as she felt compelled to return the sexy villainess' gaze. She tried to look away, but found she couldn't, any more than she could stop the hands that were reaching for her breasts.
“Surprised, Supergirl?”
The villainess began to caress an unresisting Linda's breasts. Not that she didn't try , but she found herself unable to, suddenly and totally overwhelmed with an irresistible passion building within her, her arms dangling uselessly by her side. Supergirl's struggles lapsed rapidly. Her power of flight failed her, feet touching the floor. Her body falling back into one of the elves waiting arms as a helpless Wonder Woman looked on. The sexy emerald clad elf both held her up and prevented her from backing away.
“How???” The single interrogative trailed off into a sigh.
“Magic, Supergirl, magic. Oh, I can't cast spells or anything like that but I am a magical being, able to absorb and use magical energy. See, Mama was a Succubus, giving me that mesmerizing look. It also means that...I've got that mag-ic touch."
She sang the last few words as she caressed the heroine's chest eliciting a soft moan, then giggled.
"You seem especially susceptible to magic, say like this?”
Her fingers glowed, drawing the heroine's nipples into hard little buds that were even visible through her costume.
"And with all the magical energy I just absorbed from Wonder Woman, you don't stand a chance."
Her next words were whispered, "Now, kiss me!"
Suddenly Supergirl could not take her eyes off the full sensuous lips in front of her. Lips that seemed to beckon her, to tug at her very soul. She tried to resist, but slowly, inexorably, she moved her lips closer and closer until, finally, she was kissing the Christmas clad vixen. A strange glow became visible through their lips as the heroine's energy passed between them. Linda's back arched in an orgasm that was as powerful as it was silent, then the glow subsided as she slipped into a coma.
“Bring her along, girls!”
Ms Santa turned, crossing to the still fallen Wonder Woman.
"Supergirl's not magic -- how did you?"
Ms Santa put a finger up to her luscious lips, a look of deep concentration on her face. "Did I forget to mention that I can absorb any bio energy and convert it into magical energy? Silly me!"
Giggling, she knelt next to the helpless heroine, picking up where she left off, her fingers playing the Diana's bountiful breasts like a concert pianist getting the most out of a particular instrument. Once more the glowing streams formed, travelling up the villainess' arms. Slowly the glowing streams diminished, vanishing into the gorgeous blonde vixen,
“Now you just take this....”
as on the previous evening the heroine's body stiffened, a gasp of extreme pleasure emanating from her mouth. Her body slowly relaxed as the blonde leaned over, whispering
“and store this for me like last night. I will collect it from you tomorrow when your body has added its own magical energy to it.”
A soft kiss on Diana's forehead and the last of the glow disappeared from Diana's body... her eyelids fluttered as she struggled to stay awake...
“Thanks for bringing me Supergirl, it was a thoughtful gift.”
...to understand what had happened...
“I could never have defeated her without your help. Bring me another one tomorrow night?”
...but she slowly drifted off into the bliss of slumber. Her last sensation the pleasant touch of this woman's hands on her breasts, her last sight that of the 'elves' gathering around Santa, holding an unconscious Supergirl.
Night Three: Tyson's Corner Center, McClean, VA
Diana was mystified, twice in as many nights she had awakened in a shopping mall with no memory of how she had gotten there. The police officers who had responded to the mysterious robberies had no clues. The only thing they could report was that five had been robbed, each larger than the last. The only thing the heroine could do with that was to find a likely target, stake it out and hope it would be next. She had called Barbara, but Babs was busy with something else.
“I should be free in a couple of days, but if it's a detective you need, why not Helena, she's nearly as good as I am, even better when it comes to combat.”
“Sounds good, Babs, when can she be here?”
“Tomorrow, I should think. I'll give her a call.”
A short time later, Diana wondered if she really needed a detective to figure out which mall would be hit. It seemed that, at least lately, she was as much a target as the malls. She wondered why, but still lacked answers, maybe Helena could help her figure that out. Meantime, Tyson's Corner Center seemed as good a bet as any.
This time Diana decided to wait in the security office. Sitting there offered her a total view of the various goings on, but nothing was happening. The security guard with whom she shared this monitor duty seemed a little distracted by her presence, something to which she had become accustomed over the years. Her train of thought was interrupted by the rather abrupt appearance of Santa and his retinue. It was odd because there were so many Elves, but the show was on the schedule. Diana raised an eyebrow, it all seemed familiar somehow. She watched as the guards were surrounded by the attractive ladies, then she knew. Basic strategy, target and isolate the greatest threats before beginning your attack.
“I have a feeling this is it.” she stood to leave.
“Should I alert the guards?”
“Only if you can do it without tipping off the thieves.” she called as she rushed out the door.
Santa was the one to stop, she thought, so she headed for his position. This was also basic strategy, take out the general and the troops are easier to deal with.
She stayed with the service corridors as long as possible, even going outside first to make an exterior entrance as close to Santa's location as possible. In less than two minutes she saw him, a very attractive blonde woman draped on his arm and dressed in a manner similar to his, only much more revealing.
“Stop this, you fake Santa! Don't you care that your thievery will ruin Christmas for so many?”
To her surprise, it was the woman who replied,
“You have no idea!” she purred, “See, this is the real Santa.... he works for me now...”
she tugged his beard playfully, “Don't you, Santa baby?”
He smiled through the beard as she ran a hand down the front of his fur coat and turned.
“How else do you think I could pull this off?”
she asked as she sauntered towards the astonished Wonder Woman.
Recovering quickly, Wonder Woman challenged the woman,
“I don't know how you did this, but surrender now and it will go easier on you.”
“I think...” The woman ran the last three steps, her fist swinging, “that you should surrender to me!”
The heroine easily snagged the swinging fist, effortlessly tossing her across the floor to land a few feet away.
“I'm stronger and faster than you are and more highly skilled than even the Batman. You really have no chance.”
The woman flipped up to her feet, demonstrating her own skill, then spun into a powerful kick to the heroine's head, one that was stopped cold in a steely grip.
“If you keep this up you may get hurt.”
“Or I may hurt you!”
Ms Santa's other foot left the ground, using the Amazon's own grip on her ankle as an anchor, kicking out at the heroine, but even as she moved, Diana tossed her aside. The woman landed awkwardly, slowly pulling herself to hands and knees before standing.
“You really shouldn't have done that, Wonder bitch!”
Wonder Woman looked almost bored, “Are you going to surrender now or do I need to get tough?”
Angered, the woman executed a perfect high low kick combination, one aimed at the heroine's chest, the other at her right knee.
Diana sidestepped and brought a blow down on the villainess chest almost too fast for the eye to follow.
“It would seem you are determined to take a self destructive course of action.”
Wonder Woman unclipped her lasso from her belt, swinging it out into a loop that settled around the woman's shoulders as she flipped back to her feet.
“Game, set, and match.”
Drawing the lasso tight, the heroine began reeling in her catch.
“Now, let's have a little chat, shall we? What did you do to Santa.”
“I used my power to enslave him.”
Drawing her in close, “Can you release him from your power?”
“Easily.”
“How?”
“I was hoping you'd ask.”
Ms Santa whispered, her lips moving towards Diana's, a white shining mist drawn from her now open mouth being swallowed by the villainess. The Amazon warrior struggled to move, but combat skills matter little when you are paralyzed.
“Getting you to snag me with your lasso was a risk, but I had to get close enough to catch you with your guard down. How else was I to collect what I gave you last night?”
The lasso dropped from limp fingers as Diana's body stiffened, her lips moving towards those of the villainess.
Ms Santa pushed her to the ground.
“Sorry, no kisses for you, I have something better in mind. Now, where was I... yes, the reason Santa is so entranced is that he is truly in love with the person I replaced. He even married her and they grew old together. When I replaced Mrs Claus, becoming the her he idealized in his subconscious, I was able to cloud Santa's mind, controlling him, altering him.” She waved her hand dismissively, “The power of all doppelgängers over the loved one's of their target. Usually I can only harness the energy of a single being at a time, but with your help, I have a better plan than just replacing you. Even if that plan fails, you have more energy than the erstwhile Mrs Claus and it is so much more delicious. The only downside of having you instead of her is that I'll lose control of Santa, but that was going to happen Christmas Eve anyway.”
Ms Santa retrieved the fallen lasso, “Now, let's see what this lasso of yours can...”
The sound of shattering glass interrupted the villainess' train of thought, a svelte purple clad heroine dropping in from overhead, a crossbow bolt snagging the lasso by its eye and pinning it to the floor.
“I think I've heard enough.”
Spike heeled boots hit the doppelganger's back and drove her to the floor, an arm bar, a knee pressed against the spine, and a combination choke, or sleeper hold, to immobilize her. Only then did the Huntress look up.
“Are you okay, Wonder Woman?”
Huntress started to squeeze her choke, her elbow shutting the flow of both the carotid artery and the jugular vein, cutting oxygen to the brain. Usually fifteen seconds, sometimes as long as thirty and the recipient of such a hold was out for the count. Ms Santa's free hand reached towards the heroine's breasts.
“I don't swing that way!”
Helena's heeled boot had been carefully designed for just such a situation as this, a heel just long enough, an angled gap between heel and sole designed to snag and pin almost any sized wrist to the ground, which she did, leaving the villainess completely helpless. This was already taking longer than thirty seconds, giving the elves time to close on her even as Ms Santa's struggles lessened. Still Wonder Woman remained motionless.
“If you can pull yourself together, I could use a little help here.”
Huntress lifted her knee from the villainess spine while still retaining her hold, striking out behind her with a booted foot and dropping the nearest elf to her knees.
“Wonder Woman! Snap out of it!”
The second elf avoided the boot, grabbing Huntress from behind, but Helena doggedly held her hold until Ms Santa quit moving.
Gloved hands released the red clad blonde and she fell forwards the last few inches to the floor as those same hands clapped the ears of the person holding her. The hold was instantly released as Huntress rolled away and to her feet, pivoting in a roundhouse kick that took the closest elf completely out of the fight. Her crossbow came up, firing and taking out the heel of one of the charging elves as her foot came down, tripping her up so that she fell in front of and tripped up two more. They wouldn't be out of the fight, but the tangled heap they were in should buy her some time to... she dove forwards as she was attacked from both sides, the two elves colliding with each other. Holstering her crossbow as she rolled to her feet, she unfastened her cape, using it to entangle three more. A side kick took care of the one on her right but the elf running towards her from the front used this moment to dive forwards, closing the gap far more rapidly than Huntress had calculated. She felt the hands closing around her throat even as she fell back to land awkwardly, the elf landing on her with both knees and driving the wind out of her. Thumbs pressed into her carotid artery and her jugular vein, the world beginning to dim. Her mind told her she only had fifteen seconds, her legs twitched as she tried to lift them, lack of oxygen depriving the muscles of the strength to do so. Digging deep she lifted her hands, pressing thumbs into eye sockets until she was rewarded by a scream of pain and blood flowing to her brain once more. Thirty seconds, that's all she needed to get back in the game. Somehow, even as she was trying to unseat the elf pinning her, she didn't think she was going to get it.
Just at that moment another elf moved rapidly towards her in her peripheral vision. Before she even had time to think, the flying elf had smashed into the one that was on top of her, knocking her across the room and leaving them both unconscious.
“Are you alright?”
Helena coughed before replying,
“It's about time you joined in, though I did have them right where I wanted them.”
Diana smiled, “I could see tha...”
Both Elves and Ms Santa vanished as if they were never there. “They're gone!!”
“Not to worry, Wonder Woman."
Huntress slowly climbed to her feet.
"Given what Batgirl told me, I suspected something like this might happen, so I put a tracker on Ms Santa when I landed on her. Shall we wrap this up?”
Night Three Part 2: A Warehouse on Blair Road, Washington DC
A plane hovers overhead, disgorging two female figures, one darkly clad, blending into the night, the other brightly clad in red, white, and blue.
A whispered conversation,
“This is definitely the place, there's Santa's sleigh right over there.”
“So, a trap, right?”
Diana nodded.
“You hit them from the back, I'll hit them from the front.”
They split up. Mere minutes later, Diana hears Helena in her ear,
“three, two, one...”
There's a bang as the rear door supports are blown and the door falls inwards. Diana gives her door a kick so that it also falls, just a bit more rapidly. She steps over the door,
“Knock, knock!”
Ms Santa is just standing there in the middle of the room, profile on to both heroines as they enter. There is a curtained off cubicle behind her.
“Welcome to the party! As you can see, we've been expecting you. NOW!”
The elves step out of the shadows, surrounding each of the heroines, then going into what is obviously a well rehearsed attack. Helena finds herself on the defensive before she has time to think. Ducking to avoid a kick at her head, she pivots into an open palm strike, countering an attack from the side and taking one out in the process. Rolling over the top of an attempted tackle, she lashes out with her foot, taking down another before landing in the middle of three more.
“Isn't the proliferation of cameras wonderful? It gave these girls the chance to study all your moves!”
Helena stomped on the toe of the elf she had rolled over and who was now trying to grab her from behind while the other three closed in,
“No problem, I'll make up some new ones!”
A knee to the groin and a quick jab to the throat take down two, at least in the short term. Smoke pellets explode on the floor, when it clears, Huntress is gone!
Diana is having better luck, simply ducking, grabbing one by the ankles, then swinging her around like a wrecking ball, taking down nine of the elves in a matter of seconds. The remaining five back outside the radius of her swing and as far apart from each other as possible. Wonder Woman throws her human weapon away, taking down yet two more in the process.
Helena, now outside the ring of elves, uses dim mak to temporarily paralyse two of her opponents from behind, taking them out of this fight, before she is discovered. Two more find themselves dangling from their ankles twenty feet in the air before any organized resistance can even begin to be mounted, leaving her five active and two recovering to deal with. Two quick steps, a leap, and a spin puts a scissor neck lock on the nearest. The elf tries to dislodge her from her shoulders even as she uses the extra height to take out two more, one of whom tried to drag her from her ride's shoulders.
"Ouch, gotta love the elbow for close quarters!"
Across the warehouse, Diana waited until her last three opponents closed in, grabbed the outside two and smashed them into the third.
The Amazon warrior turned, watching Helena.
“You want help?”
Helena took out two more with carefully aimed crossbow bolts, watching them tumble into each other and land in a heap. following up with knockout gas bolt for good measure.
“No, I got this!”
she called as her ride slowly sagged, unconscious to the floor.
“I'll be with you in three...”
A forward roll into an uppercut takes one down for the count.
“...two...”
A snap kick to the back of the knee with an elbow strike to the base of the skull.
“...one!”
A back kick to the solar plexus nerve centre stops the last elf in her tracks, she slowly sinks to her knees presenting her chin for the knockout blow. A pivotal punch with Helena's full body weight behind it delivers.
"That just leaves Ms Santa over there."
Ms Santa claps,
“Bravo! You two really are good!”
“Stow the compliments and tell me where Supergirl is!”
The heroines walk towards the villainess. Diana suddenly finds that she can't move or speak when she's about ten feet away.
Helena closing more rapidly from further away than Diana is unaware that her steps are being guided until she reaches her mark and is, likewise paralysed.
Beams of light shoot from behind the curtain, incinerating it.
Suddenly the two heroines know exactly where Supergirl is. She was at the point of the third angle of the equilateral triangle the heroines now formed. The light beams strike the two heroines, connecting them to the girl of steel, then meet halfway between them, giving sides of bright light to the geometric shape.
The light leaves each of their heads, simultaneously striking Ms Santa, who begins to rise into the air until an equilateral pyramid is formed.
The villainous Ms Santa spreads her arms, revelling in the inrush of power as she slowly rotates, one full circle, then a little more until she is facing the helpless Huntress.
Slowly she descends down the angle to land right in front of her.
“You, my dear Huntress, are going to be a game changer!”
Her lips move towards the heroine's, the light now coming out of Huntress' slightly parted lips. They touch in a kiss and Huntress like Supergirl before her, spasms in pleasure, sighs, and softly slips into a coma.
Ms Santa turns towards Wonder Woman,
“Your turn!”
Diana feels herself pivot towards the villainess, her world spinning, unable to see, lost in the kaleidoscope of colours.
"Somehow, I will stop you!!"
"But my dear Diana, I own you now!"
Her mind chilled at the use of her real name.
"Now just you relax and forget all about this."
Moments later, as her vision clears...
“You have no idea, do you?!”
Ms Santa purred,
“See, this is the real Santa.... he works for me now...”
she tugged his beard playfully,
“Don't you, Santa baby?”
He smiled through the beard as she ran a hand down the front of his fur coat and turned.
“How else do you think I could pull this off?”
she asked as she sauntered towards the astonished Wonder Woman.
Recovering quickly, Wonder Woman challenged the woman,
“I don't know how you did this, but surrender now and it will go easier on you.”
“I think...”
The woman ran the last three steps, her fist swinging,
“that you should surrender to me!”
The heroine reached out to catch the fist, only to discover it was a feint as Ms Santa stepped inside her block and Diana felt a dizzying blow to the side of her head.
“Ouch! Gotta love the elbow for close quarters!”
The villainess giggled, grabbing a handful of hair and yanking towards a rising knee. A knee that caught Wonder Woman right between the top of her nose and her tiara.
“I'm stronger and faster than you are, thanks to Supergirl's powers and almost as highly skilled, thanks to Huntress. You really have no chance.”
She easily tosses Wonder Woman across the room, then too fast for the eye to follow, zooms over to catch her. Diana shouted in Ms Santa's ear, watching as the villainess, unused to Supergirl's hearing sinks towards the floor as she battles a sudden and intense bout of tinnitus.
Diana unclipped her lasso from her belt,
“Speed, strength, and skill are all important, but sometimes tactics are more important."
The loop drops around Ms Santa's shoulders even as the villainess hands reach for Wonder Woman's breasts. Letting the lasso fall, Diana grabs the wrists in a vice like grip.
“Not this time, blondie!”
“Well, I only wanted a little time to recover. Besides, you like my touch. Remember?”
The word echoes through the heroine's mind, getting louder and louder. She releases Ms Santa's wrists, covering her ears, but it doesn't help.
“What's the matter Wonder Woman, did you forget that I own you? Don't worry, it will all be over in three.”
She turns as if to leave, pivoting into a back kick to Diana's solar plexus nerve bundle. She slowly walks around the gasping heroine, who is valiantly trying to restore normal lung function.
“Two!”
A snap kick to the back of the knee drops Wonder Woman to her knees. Hands reach over her shoulder, a voice whispers sweetly in her ear.
"One!"
Fingers reach inside her bustier teasing her nipples.
“N..no,”
she gasps, still struggling just to breath.
“Why? Don't you like the way it feels?”
A gentle pinch elicits a soft moan, Ms Santa giggled.
“Yes, I think that you do! Now if you'll just store this for me...”
Her fingers glow and Diana's body reacts even faster than the night before, arching into a powerful orgasm that ended in a long, drawn out moan that emptied her lungs.
"You're getting the hang of this. Soon you'll crave it, do anything for it."
She nipped the heroine's earlobe playfully.
"You might as well relax and enjoy it."
She giggles, her right hand continuing to torment Diana's nipples while her left one closes tightly over the heroine's mouth and nose, stifling the end of her moan before she could inhale. It pulls her head gently, yet insistently to the pillow of the breasts behind her.
“Good night Princess, I know you will dream of me yet again. Thanks for Huntress, bring me Starfire next time, will you? The warehouse, tomorrow night. You take the door, send her in through the roof.”
Tears streamed down Diana's face, her body continuing to react to the unwanted attention her nipples were receiving while her world slowly faded to black.