Cat tried desperately not to let her pain-wracked body cloud her thinking. The shards of pain and tingling from her battered boobs took a back seat to the throbbing pounding pain in her pussy. Still, she feverishly tried to keep her composure as she acted to get the situation under control. She jumped on Jeri whose top was still pulled down revealing her splendid breasts. Cat tugged at the red cape in back of the costume, stretching it up over Jeri's head covering her face. Then Cat grabbed the long lasso off the bed and before Jeri could react, wrapped the golden cord around Jeri's neck, enclosing her entire head in her cape and leaving the enraged blonde blinded.

Jeri shrieked and shook violently from side to side but it had little affect other than to set her mighty jugs jiggling wildly. Cat tried to block the vision of the sweet shaking flesh from her mind as she got up and kicked Jeri over onto her back. Twisting one of Jeri's arms behind her back, Cat pulled the lasso down from Jeri's neck and wrapped it around her wrist. After a short struggle, Jeri's other was also brought under control and likewise bound behind her. Less than two minutes after being in a completely dominant position, Jeri found was not only bound, but unable to see. With Jeri still tits-down, Cat pulled down the skirt of the Supergirl costume although Jeri bucked fiercely, trying to keep from being stripped.

"Take it easy, dammit, Jeri," Cat grunted through clenched teeth as she struggled to complete her task. "If you keep thrashing, you're only gonna strangle yourself!"

Indeed, the more Jeri struggled, the tighter the lasso around her neck became. Yet even as she felt her throat being restricted, Jeri muttered a stream of profanity and continued to struggled fruitlessly against her bonds. She hurled every invective she could think of at Cat as she felt the skirt pulled down and the cool air caressing her skin indicated her lower body had been stripped. Then Cat flipped the blonde back onto her back and planted her knee on Jeri's tight abs. With her right hand, Cat clamped down hard on Jeri's left jug, the fingers of her right hand talon-like on Jeri's cunt.

Cat was now in a position to set things straight. Jeri braced herself, realizing she was at Cat's mercy and knowing the devastation the brunette could bring. She readied herself for the worst and let her body go limp in the last agony-free moments she would know for some time…so she wasn't prepared for the soothing voice she heard.

"Jeri, listen to me," Cat said softly. "I'm in a position where I can tear you apart." She squeezed her hands gently, squishing Jeri's tit and tightening her grip on Jeri's pussy to underscore her point. "You're going to lay there and listen to what I have to say. Try anything and you'll know pain like you've never felt before," she continued. "Like I said, your body is at my mercy. I stripped you to show you that even though I could put you through hell, I'm not! I need you to trust me."

Cat paused and felt Jeri's body relax slightly, although it still remained tense. Cat eased her grip a bit and went on, "Yes, I took those pictures. And I'm sure you were shocked when you saw them. I'm sorry you saw them like that. I know what must have gone through your mind. But you need to understand this: I wasn't going to do anything bad with them, Jeri. I've had an intensely good time with you," her voice cracked a little with emotion, dropping to a gentle whisper. "I think that you're gorgeous, a beautiful, smart, talented woman....in every way my equal. I've loved every second we have spent together. Anyone who would have told me that we'd be able to put our past behind us and find the fantastic relationship we've discovered....I would never have believed it. And for me, it's not just physical. I really feel...I feel things...well, I'll let you fill in the blanks...." her voice trailed off.

Blind and bound, Jeri had no idea what to believe. Cat's betrayal, which had burned white hot inside her, began to melt slowly. She couldn't completely bring herself to believe the sincerity she heard in Cat's voice, and yet she wanted to believe…she wanted there to be an explanation for what Cat had done. The hand which started to gently caress her captured breast warmed her further from within.

"I was afraid," Cat continued, her voice a little louder once more. "That when the film wrapped our relationship would end too. Who knows what would become of us? I mean, look what happened to me and Charlize after that ended!" Beneath the cape that enclosed her head, Jeri nodded in spite of herself for she'd had the same concerns. "...So I wanted something for you to remember our time together," Cat continued. "You are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Cat confessed sincerely. "We are beautiful together. I wanted to capture that. So I hid a camera whenever I knew we'd be here and took pictures. I used them to make something that I would give to you as a keepsake."

Catherine paused. Jeri lay still. The brunette peered hard at her, wondering if she'd accept what she'd heard. The flattened blonde struggled with the truth, battling with herself over whether or not she could accept Cat's words.

"This may be hard to believe," Cat went on, "So I'll give you proof. Listen to me, Jeri." Cat paused. "I have the album in one of my drawers. It's not finished, but I can show it to you." Once more, she pressed somewhat hard on Jeri's tit and twat. "I'm going to get up now and get it for you. You're just going to lie there. Your hands are tied and you can't see anything. Don't try to do anything."

A moment passed, then Jeri nodded slightly. Cat rose, took a long look at the helpless beauty lying beneath her, went to the dresser and retrieved the album. Returning, she laid it on the bed, then she stooped and gathered Jeri up in her arms. She stood, easily bearing the weight of the woman in her arms. Cat wished she could capture THIS moment on film; she in her bare magnificence, the blonde, hooded by the blue cape, draped limp in her arms, her proud, pale breasts thrust in the air with their hard, pink nipples 'en pointe.'

Cat gently laid Jeri on the bed, positioning her sitting up with her back against the headboard. Cat couldn't keep herself from doing what she did next; she placed her hands on the upper part of Jeri's chest and ran them slowly down over Jeri's tits, gently cupping the magnificent mounds and giving them a gentle squeeze. Then she turned to the task at hand, untying the lasso and pulling the cape off over Jeri's head.

The blonde's face was still red, whether from embarrassment or the remnants of her earlier rage Cat couldn't tell. Tears still watered in Jeri's eyes as Cat held up the album so Jeri could see. Silently, she opened it and started slowly leafing through it. The first page had a picture of both women in their superheroine outfits.

Between the pictures was written in a fancy script, "To Jeri, remember our times on the Wonder Woman & Supergirl shoot." It was signed, "Love, Cat."

The next page made Jeri catch her breath. It showed Jeri facing the camera, her hand on her upper chest and her head thrown back in rapture as Cat knelt before her with her back to the camera, the brunette's face buried in the blonde's crotch. Both of Cat's hands were raised to Jeri's chest, gently cupping her sublime orbs. Jeri thought the photo made her look like a goddess being adored by a mere mortal, exactly the chord that had been struck in Cat when she first saw it!

The following pages contained dozens more erotic images, most showing Cat servicing Jeri. The final picture was of Cat hovering over Jeri, her breast into Jeri's' mouth while the brunette's tit was suckled hungrily by the blonde. Several other pages at the back of the album were still blank.

"Cat," Jeri stammered as she looked up from the album, "I.... I....." she was overcome with emotion and ashamed of her earlier mistrust and anger. Cat put a finger to Jeri's lips to quiet her, leaned close and planted a gentle kiss on her lips. Jeri responded with a passionate kiss and they kept at it until Jeri twisted her still-bound hands and looked up emploring Cat to release her from bondage.

Cat smiled and pulled Jeri to her. She could feel the blonde's hot breath on her savaged breast as she reached around and unfastened the lasso from Jeri's wrists. Jeri leaned back; they looked at each other and smiled. Much passed unsaid between them.

Cat rose and held out her hand, "Come, I think we're both a little banged up." Cupping her still-aching jug with her free hand, she offered the other to Jeri, "Let's go see if we can.....heal each other." Jeri took Cat's hand and let the brunette pull her up off the bed, then hand in hand, they walked to the bathroom and climbed into the shower.

THE END