This story was begun by Tuxedo Jarod, who was the host of the "Continuing Stories/Writer's Corner" site. In the first chapter, Magna-Maid was overpowered by the spidery villain Tarantulex, and cocooned in the webbing of his female robot. They left her bound to a conveyor belt, leading to an oven. That's where I picked it up.
The heat had grown intolerable. Magna-Maid continued to squirm and writhe within the cocoon imprisoning her, but the webbing adhered to her skin. There was no hope. Daphne, Princess of the Amazons, closed her eyes, and prepared to greet the brave Amazons of the past who waited for her in the afterlife, when she suddenly realized that things had become very quiet. The sound of the conveyor was gone, and the roaring of the furnace had been reduced to a slight hiss. Magna-Maid opened her eyes, and looked around. She was unable to move her head very far back, when she heard a voice coming from behind her.
"Well, well. What have we here? Why, this looks like a superheroine in peril of her life." Magna-Maid knew that voice: The Queen of Diamonds! The Super-Villainess was one of four evil sisters: The Queen of Diamonds was unsurpassed in her greed and avarice; the Queen of Clubs was the strongest mortal female warrior in the world; the Queen of Hearts was reputed to be the most sexually insatiable woman alive. The fourth sister, the Queen of Spades, had been an assassin whose touch was death. She had died, not long before, trying to escape from Magna-Maid's attempt to bring her to justice. The three remaining sisters had sworn revenge on the Amazon Princess, who now lay helpless in the Queen of Diamonds' clutches.
"Now, what should we do with you?" came the gloating voice from behind her. "I suppose it would serve you right if I just turned this furnace back on and let you roast, to avenge my sister's death. That, however, would be much too quick. I know that my other sisters would love to have some time to entertain you properly, but I have a feeling that there must be some way to turn a tidy profit on possessing you and your powers. Why, this magic lasso" -she reached down and unclipped the fine golden rope from the princess' waist- "must certainly have powers that would enrich me beyond even my wildest dreams! And does that fine body of yours hold secrets of Amazon metabolism which my scientists can synthesize and manufacture? No, before I let my sisters have their way with you, I think I'll just keep you to myself for a while. Alright, boys, let's take this parcel along with us."
"B..b..but, Your Majesty, what if she gets free? Her super-powers-"
"Are easily neutralized, if you know what to do." The Queen of Diamonds stepped closer to the bound figure of her foe, and smiled down into Magna-Maid's face. The Princess of the Amazons had an upside-down view of a hard face set in a cruel smile, framed by a mass of red hair.
"She is powerful, our adversary here", continued the Queen. "There are, however, ways that we may weaken her. The first is her belt." With that, the Queen reached to Daphne's waist. She unbuckled the girdle that encircled the Amazon Princess' trim figure; since little of the webbing had adhered to it, the Queen needed only a slight tug to remove the girdle. "Without this, she is as weak as a kitten." Fine, witch, thought Magna-Maid, believe that. It was true that loss of the belt weakened her, but even without it Magna-Maid was still far stronger than most mortals.
"Next, we remove this lovely tiara." She reached down and slid the golden circlet from where it rested in Magna-Maid's glossy raven hair. "Now, she has lost her famous invulnerability." Wrong again, cow, thought the Amazon Princess. Certainly, without the tiara, she would have to be more careful than usual around bullets and such, but if she could get free, her enemies would find that she could still take far more punishment than they could hope to dish out. The princess held her breath. Did the Queen of Diamonds know her greatest weakness? She listened helplessly as the woman went on. "With these little... modifications... to Magna-Maid's costume, we have rendered her completely powerless." Daphne sighed with relief. She might be tightly bound, and gagged, but the Queen of Diamonds evidently didn't know about her most vulnerable point: if bound by a man, the Maid of Might would lose all her Amazon strength for so long as she remained bound. The fact that the webbing had been applied, not by a man, but by a robot (and a female robot, at that) meant that she still had a chance--if she could just get free!
Emboldened by their boss' words, the henchmen lifted Magna-Maid from the conveyor. One took her by the shoulders; Princess Daphne did her best to lift her head and toss her glossy mane of hair from her face, to see where she was being taken. Another man had lifted her legs, and was obviously savoring the feel of her strong thighs as he carried her. Daphne had stopped squirming to try and free herself, and her captors took this for her admission of defeat, and laughed. Laugh away, thought the princess, for even though she could not escape from their grasp, she did feel that the webbing was finally beginning to loosen. Only slightly, and the gag over her mouth was as tight as ever, but all she needed was for her captors to relax slightly, and she would find a way to escape.
"Bring that piece of baggage over here, boys," came the Queen's voice. Magna-Maid felt herself being lowered to the floor, onto a large, greasy, sheet of canvas. "Now, my proud beauty," snickered the Queen, "let's just bundle you up for our trip." With that, the henchmen began rolling Magna-Maid across the floor. The filthy canvas was wide enough that the Amazon Princess was wrapped several times around in it by the time they were done with her. From just below her chin to her ankles, Magna-Maid was now wrapped in a canvas cocoon. The henchmen found a roll of wire, and used it to fasten the canvas in place. "Perfect," laughed the queen. "Perhaps we should start our own package delivery service, since we've done such a nice job of packaging a superheroine!"
Moments later, a van sped out of the factory entrance. In front, the queen and her henchmen shared their wicked ideas for the princess' ultimate fate. In back, however, our heroine was not idle. The webbing was nearly all loosened now, and an escape artist of her caliber would soon be free of the canvas cocoon. First, though, she needed to get out of the van. By lying quietly, she had fooled her enemies into thinking she had less freedom of movement than she actually did. Now, she inched her way painfully to the door of the van. There was no hope of actually unlatching it, bound as she was, but even her reduced strength might be enough to force the door. Waiting until the van slowed for a turn, Magna-Maid lurched with all her might, and connected with the door latch. The mechanism sprung open, and as the van slewed around the corner, the door swung open, and a dirty canvas bundle flew out and hit the ground, rolling. Princess Daphne absorbed terrible punishment as she rolled, bumping her head, but the heavy canvas prevented any cuts or abrasions of her skin. Finally, her helpless form crashed into some bushes by the side of the road, and came to a halt.
It was several minutes before Daphne's dizziness subsided enough for her to try and move. As she had hoped, her captors had done a fairly sloppy job tying her in the canvas, and with the webbing now falling off, it took her less than ten minutes of effort to loosen the wires binding the canvas in place. Finally, she pushed herself upright. The foul canvas lay on the ground beneath her, and her body was covered with sticky bits of webbing. She was terribly sore and bruised, but she had survvived an ordeal that would have killed any mortal. Magna-Maid used her now-freed hands to remove the last of the webbing across her mouth. She licked her lips, dry and cracked from being gagged so long, and reflected that the webbing was even more trouble to remove than the heavy duct tape that villains and villainesses had gagged her with before. Princess Daphne stood looking in the direction her former captors had gone. She was alive, but hardly out of danger. Her lasso, tiara, and girdle were in the hands of a rapacious woman who would stop at nothing to find ways to use them for her own avarice. For the sake of all mankind, she must retrieve them, and deal out justice to the Queen of Diamonds and her evil sisters! For now, Magna-Maid would return home to her secret identity as secretary Daphne King. After that, she would need help: this would be a job for her sister members of the League of Heroines. They must be notified at once!