Supergirl vs Helga Hammerfist  3 




For the next six weeks Supergirl struggled vainly with the problem of Helga
Hammerfist. Lex had fully assessed the possibilities of the total physical and
psychological domination that Helga had obtained over her. Every gang of
Enhanced Army that went out on a job carried with it either a large lead lined
box, or lead lined curtains, or anything made of lead which was big enough to
conceal Helga's huge body. Supergirl, picking up sight of the Enhanced Army
with her telescopic vision, from miles away, would find all her limbs quaking
in terror at the possibility of confronting Helga. An attack of wild,
unreasoning panic would overwhelm her, and she would flee. It didn't matter if
she saw the Enhanced Army from miles away, and high in the sky... logic had
nothing to do with it.She did not feel safe until she had fled Earth. At first
her panic abated when she hid on the dark side of the moon. But soon even that
wasn't far enough. She quaked, quivered, sweated and even vomited until she
was well past Mars. Only then did she feel safe from the vision of Helga which
loomed constantly before her. Nor could she find relief in sleep. The agony of
her shattering demolition by Helga Hammerfist haunted all her dreams. The
Enhanced Army had things all their own way.

Other superheroines could not help. Mary Marvel interrupted two Enhanced Armys
heists, but Helga was waiting for her the third time she tried it. Mary was
found unconscious, all but dead, the next morning. Helga had not even tried to
hit her. Helga had simply grabbed Mary's head, and stuffed it into her massive
chest between her two huge diamond-firm breasts. Mary had struggled with all
her strength, which was easily equal to Supergirl's, but the muscles of one of
Helga's arms had easily held her helpless, until, with the words "We can't
have you muttering magic words now can we", Helga smothered Mary to
unconsciousness in her breasts, and held her there until she was almost dead.
Wonder Woman had run into Helga first time out. The Enhanced Army was in the
steel lined underground vault of a bank when the Amazon Princess had burst in
on them. Throwing her magic lasso around Helga she had called upon them all to
surrender. With a laugh, and a cry of "That toy doesn't work on muscles as
dense as these" Helga had flexed her body, until the magic lasso snapped to
pieces under the irresistible power of Helga's muscles. Wonder Woman had leapt
at Helga and thrown a punch, but Helga had caught her hand in midflight and
held her immobile. Then one punch from Helga had broken Wonder Woman's jaw,
and snapped the Amazon's head back so hard that her neck broke. Her body was
slammed back so hard that it was smashed clean through the ten foot steel door
of the safe, fracturing her skull in the process. She carried on flying
through the whole of the space in the safe, until she ended up deeply embedded
in the twenty foot thick steel lining of the safe wall. Helga had yanked her
out and filmed a videotape of her standing over Wonder Woman's body."Not bad
for one soft punch." She had roared. "But I don't want Wonder Wimp. I don't
even want Mary Muppet. I want the Superbimbo. And when I get her it won't be a
one punch cakewalk. I'll inflict so much pain on her invulnerable body that
she'll plead with me for death. Then I'll tear her to pieces." WonderWoman had
survived, but she and Mary had to be taken to Paradise Island for prolonged
treatment from Mala's purple ray.

Helga did not intend to wait long for her confrontation with the Maiden of
Might. A week later the Enhanced Army kidnapped the 7 year old daughter of the
mayor of Gotham City. The word came out. Supergirl had forty eight hours to
present herself at the arena again, and to fight Helga, or little Amy would be
killed. Supergirl had her intelligence to rely on, but nothing else. One thing
was clear. She needed help.

Half an hour after Helga's announcement a lithe, fit 6' 3" tall woman, with
long black hair, a face to die for, and a body and breasts to kill for was
striding along the more expensive streets of Gotham City. This was the
fabulous, and fabulously wealthy Selina Kyle. She was a mystery to the people
of Gotham.No one knew the source of her wealth - although she seemed to have
satisfied the IRS on that score - or where she had come from. The Batman had
spent years trying to identify her with the equally mysterious Catwoman, the
arch criminal who had eluded every attempt at capture, and who had defeated
both Batman and, on one noteworthy occasion, even Superman, every time they
had met. But to no avail. Selina walked the streets of Gotham City a free
woman. On this occasion she was stopped by a young, dark haired woman, of very
plain, dowdy appearance, who said to her "Ms Kyle. I desperately need to talk
to you about a matter of vital importance. Please let me speak to you" Selina
cast an expert eye up and down this woman. She noticed that the hair was a
wig, although it was a miracle of design which would have deceived anyone but
herself. She could see that the girl was blonde. She also noticed that the
girl's dowdy, shapeless clothes were designed to hide what she could see was
really a killer body, and that girl was really very beautiful. This was
interesting. Selina never wasted words. "Come!" she said, motioning to an
outdoor table at Gotham's smartest coffee shop.

They sat down. "Well!" said Selina. "And what does the Girl of Steel want with
me?" "Your help" said Supergirl. "Why me?" said Selina. "From what I hear you
need a good psychiatrist, which I am not, and a large arsenal of nuclear
weapons, which I do not have." "You can help because it is well known that
Catwoman is far and away the best exponent in the whole world of every kind of
martial art, because she can combine them all into something much more
powerful than any one of them alone, and that her fighting skills are so well
honed that she fights with much more speed than any superspeed I can generate
when fighting." "Why do you speak of Catwoman to me? What have I to do with
her?" "This is all completely off the record. Between no one but you and me."
Selina nodded. She had already noticed the absence of any wiring about the
girl's body. "Carry on!" she said. "I have studied the tape of your... sorry
Catwoman's fight with Superman," said the girl. I have seen how your speed and
skill enabled you far to outclass him.I have seen how he couldn't lay a finger
on you, no matter how hard he tried, because in any situation you always knew
all of the fighting options open to him, and you were prepared for each one of
them. I have seen how the Amazonium enhancers which you wear in your gloves
and your boots protected you when you hit him, and enhanced your strength to
the point where he started to feel your blows. Finally I have seen how, after
three hours of continuous pounding, you drove him to his knees, knocked him
out with a crushing right hook to the jaw, and made good your escape."
"Catwoman did all that did she?" Selina smiled. It was difficult to see if she
was enjoying the description or re-living a pleasant memory. "And if so.. so
what?" "So this.." and Supergirl leaned forward and whispered to Selina for
about fifteen minutes. "Well.. " said Selina. "I don't say that this Catwoman
person, who you seem to think is me, would object to helping you in that way.
Might be fun" she chuckled. Then she saw Supergirl turn pale. She put her hand
over Supergirl's hand as it lay on the table. "This Helga character's really
got to you hasn't she!?" Supergirl nodded dumbly. "Well" said Selina, "I think
that Catwoman might ask a price for this assistance. She could be persuaded to
help... in fact I think I could go so far as to guarantee her help... if
Batman's file trying to link her identity with..er.. certain persons... were
to be delivered to me, together with Batman's sworn word that no copies have
been kept. I'll take his word. Old Batburger may be tiresome, but he's
honest." "Done!" said Supergirl.

An hour later Supergirl was flying slowly through the sky, peering down at the
roofs of houses, looking through them with her x-ray vision. But she was not
alone. In her arms she carried a tall, spectacular woman... the Catwoman. But
it was Catwoman with a difference... as she had never been seen before. The
blonde wig... the blue uniform... the red cape... the "S" logo... she looked
the image of Supergirl, albeit very much sexier. Supergirl spotted the house.
Amy was in one of the rooms, tied to a chair which was stapled to the floor.
Helga was with her. Supergirl could see that the chair was so stapled that it
would take her a few seconds to free Amy. The trap was set as Supergirl had
anticipated. In the few seconds that it would take her to free Amy, Helga
would be on her, and then... Goodbye Supergirl. If only her plan would work.
She turned in mid-air. She swooped down to the house, smashed through the wall
of the room in which Helga prowled, dropped Catwoman on to her feet, and
zoomed out of the room, as fast as light, before Helga could see her.

Helga rose slowly. "Ah Superbimbo!!" she smiled. She flexed her massive
muscles. To her surprise the Supergirl with which she was faced did not
flinch. She placed her fists on her hips and scrutinised her critically. "Nice
muscles sweetie" she said."Pity about the hair. Ever thought of trying a
really good beautician." With a roar Helga charged at her. Catwoman summed up
the situation like lightning.This woman was like nothing she had ever come
across. She could not be withstood. She could break Superman into little
pieces in seconds without breaking sweat. No Amazonium could even impinge on
her. She was speedy and clever. But Catwoman was faster and cleverer, the best
unarmed fighter at any discipline in the world. A slight movement on her part
caused Helga to halt in her tracks and change direction. Another slight
movement and Helga stopped, and charged again. "Clumsy are we deary..."said
Catwoman. "With momentum like yours direction must be so haaaaard to change...
mustn't it?" She leaped to one side, and crouched as Helga's fist missed her
by a millimetre.

Suddenly Helga stopped, and looked carefully at her. "You're not the blonde
bimbo!" she said. "You haven't even got superstrength. But why...?" Then she
realised what was happening. With another roar she turned towards Amy. But she
was too late. Catwoman had engaged Helga's attention just long enough to
enable Supergirl to turn back, to fly into the room at the speed of light, and
to release Amy. By the time Helga had realised what was happening Supergirl
had leaped out of the window with Amy, and was miles away. Helga turned
towards Catwoman, but she was also at the window. "Toodleooo honey" she
called, as she dropped out of the window, to be swooped up by Supergirl who
had already deposited Amy in safety.

"You were just so, so WONDERFUL Catwoman" said Supergirl wonderingly as she
carried the female felon slowly through the sky. "I could never have faced
that monster by myself. I felt so safe with you around. I'd really love to
work with you again. Could we meet... please?" Catwoman noticed the adolescent
enthusiasm in Supergirl's voice. She smiled, and stretched her long beautiful
body sinuously and luxuriously in Supergirl's arms. Her bountiful breasts
brushed against Supergirl's bosom. Supergirl felt a sudden thrill coursing
through her body, which intensified as Catwoman raised one hand and subtly,
almost as if by accident, fondled one of Supergirl's breasts with her expert
fingers. Her leg stretched out, and her thigh inserted itself slowly between
Supergirl's legs. Supergirl moaned gently, and her eyes glazed over, Catwoman
lifted her head, and brushed her lips gently against the open mouth which
Supergirl was holding out dreamily towards her. She flicked her tongue in and
out with the speed of light, smiling to herself as Supergirl caught her
breath. She moved her mouth against Supergirl's ear, flicked her tongue in and
out again, and whispered breathily into it. "We will meet.." she said. "I will
call you. and when I call you... you will come..." Then, taking advantage of
Supergirl's dazed distraction, she rolled out of Supergirl's arms, switched on
the jets which she wore in her boots, opened her Catshute, and soared away.
Slowly Supergirl pulled herself together, and landed. Now she had two
problems: how to deal with Helga, and how to survive until she saw Catwoman
again.