Yes, it's time for Superman

Inga pushes you over with her high-heeled boot and sniffs in derision. "He iz vinished. Ve vill haf no more trouble vith dis one."

You know she's right. Your will is completely broken; your spirit destroyed. Anytime you've tried to fight the two powerful women you have been physically and emotionally abused, and you can take no more. With resignation, you reach for the collar that had fallen off during your whipping. Inga raises an eyebrow as she wonders what you're up to, then smirks in satisfaction as you fasten the leather loop around your neck and hand the handle of the leash to her.

Wonder Woman slips the kryptonite ring on the ring finger of her left hand--a perfect fit. "Clark Kent doesn't stand a chance against us, Mistress," she states to Inga. "It's almost not even a challenge."

"Don't underestimate him, Vonder Voman. Dat is vat my people haf done before, und ve haf regretted it."

"Yes, my Mistress," the Amazon princess replies, bowing her head in submission.

"Make no mistake, ve vill destroy him. But ve vill go in carevully. I think I even know how our vittle slave her vill help us!" she states triumphantly. You wish you could find the strength to even pretend to resist, but instead the only thing you feel is hope that you can somehow please your Mistresses and earn a reward. You will do anything, even help bring down Earth's last hope, just to make them happy with you.