Columbia and the Axis Twins by GW WW II heroine fights twin Axis agents. When World War II broke out, Columbia, the world renowned American crimefighter became the ace Allied agent in the fight against Axis terrorists, spies, collaborators and saboteurs. In late 1942, informants told Columbia of a hidden beach front cave that was headquarters to a nest of Axis agents. Working alone as always, Columbia scouted the beach area. She observed many suspicious comings and goings, and a concealed tunnel entrance to the cave. The gorgeous, redhead wasted no time She advanced with purposeful strides down the long black tunnel corridor until she reached a heavy iron door. Surprisingly it was unlocked. Columbia scented a trap, but she disdained danger in her ardor to destroy the fascist threat to the world. With an eager toss of her long, burnished, red hair she pushed the door open. It was pitch black inside. Undismayed, the tall, opulently endowed amazon took a deep breath that expanded her huge, scantily covered bosom to amazing proportions, and boldly thrust through the doorway. Sudden blinding light flooded the cavern! Columbia blinked, caught momentarily off guard by the dizzying brightness. Her acute senses told her she was in grave danger. She dimly spied a tiny female figure poised to attack.. When Columbia spun to avoid the threat, a second assailant rabbit punched her from behind. Columbia stumbled forward, off balance. The first foe kicked her kneecap. Columbia's long, powerful leg almost collapsed. A blow from behind smashed into the small of her back. Columbia kicked backward. She was rewarded by a cry of pain, but the girl in front kicked head high and her pointed toe landed squarely on Columbia's chin. The impact spun her around and another pointed toe struck the other side of her face. Caught between two skillful foes Columbia dodged sideways to face them both at once and get a clear look at them. Apparently Japanese they were identical twins. The girls were amazingly young and incredibly tiny. Neither girl could weigh a hundred pounds and the tops of their heads barely came to the tall crimefighter's imposing bosom. They looked barely eighteen. Columbia felt guilty to fight them at all. "Those beasts have sent children against me. I must take extreme care that I don't hurt them." The gallant champion resolved. As Columbia sought room to maneuver, four rock hard, little fists struck her, all at once. One hit her right cheekbone, another square on her ear, a third pummeled her bosom and the fourth crushed her windpipe. The diminutive twins were experts at Karate, and worse the little vipers had brass knuckles on each hand. Columbia's Emerald Tiara slipped from her coppery tresses and clanged on the floor. Columbia swung at the girl on her right, but her foe whirled aside. Columbia raised her guard too late, as the other sister smashed her fist into her face. From the pain Columbia feared her nose was broken. A two handed rabbit punch landed from behind an instant later. Columbia spun between the girls, hoping to recover the initiative. Instead, they sprang at her from either side with the intuitive coordination of twins. Before Columbia could evade them, they seized her arms from either side. Each girl grabbed a wrist and elbow exerting enough leverage to break her arms. They were a perfect, deadly team. Columbia's burnished, coppery hair tossed wildly as she thrashed madly to break free. Though strong as a hunting tigress, even after the surprise punishment she'd taken, Columbia, to her chagrin, couldn't dislodge the tiny girls. The twins instinctively moved with her, immobilizing her arms, sapping her strength. Knees continuously whumped into her belly and crotch. The redhead turned toward one girl for a split second and instantly, the girl jumped straight up butting her head into Columbia's jaw. When Columbia spun around to throw her foes off balance. Small iron shod heels came down on both insteps, with excruciating results. Columbia lunged forward and each girl simultaneously wrapped a leg around one of her calves. Columbia's momentum slammed her head first into the cave wall. Columbia saw stars. The tiny girls twisted her arms behind her in a double, four-handed hammerlock. Columbia struggled vainly. Before she knew it only one girl was holding her, and the other was in front of her. They were so quick, it seemed she was fighting more then two girls sometimes. The tiny black-haired girl gravely bowed to Columbia. Then, cobra-swift, the girl in front drove her fist into Columbia's abdomen. A magnificent sheath of muscles girdled the redhead's waist, but the tiny fist torpedoed deep into her body. The breath exploded from Columbia's mouth in a loud gasp of agony. Her body jack knifed, but she was swiftly hauled erect by the girl in back. The other vicious teenager buried her fist was up to the wrist in Columbia's bare midriff, again. Columbia's belly already softened up, turned to jelly. The hampered heroine gagged in a breathless, soundless scream. Her beautiful, red mouth gaped open as a third blow struck the same spot. Columbia's mighty body sagged helplessly to her knees, then reared backward in a paroxysm of agony. The girl in back never loosened her hammerlock. The girl in front stepped away, and drove her pointed toe into Columbia's wispily clad crotch. She stepped closer, and tore off the redhead's skimpy halter, baring Columbia's enormous, milky breasts, tipped by exquisite coral crowns. The up-tilted globes trembled and the pointed pink nipples crinkled in nervous apprehension. The fierce little vixen drove a relentless fist into each straining globe. The huge melons engulfed her tiny hands. Columbia's lip drew back in a grimace; her pearly teeth gritted in terrible distress. The girl holding her jammed Columbia's arms higher, pulling her bosom taut and vulnerable, so the nest pair of punches hurt even more than the first two. Suddenly the girl in back loosened Columbia's arms. Like a tautly drawn bow, Columbia pitched face-first to the floor. Her captor held on to her wrists to prevent her cushioning her fall, and Columbia's huge naked breasts smacked the floor with a meaty splat. The girl dropped her arms, leaving Columbia stretched full length on her belly. Columbia heard high pitched twittering giggles, then one of her assailants leaped in the air and came down feet first on the small of her back. Steel shod slippers crushed her kidneys. Not pausing, the girl leaped high again, and came down on Columbia's upper back, just as her twin came down on Columbia's kidneys again. The tiny sadists danced on their huge foe's broad back mashing her body into the unyielding stone. Columbia's mind reeled with silent wails of agony. The tiny girls knelt beside the milky body of the titian haired beauty, and whisked off her trunks and soft leather boots. When they completed denuded the valiant heroine, they each seized an arm and lifted her. Columbia was limp as a dish rag, her mighty muscles turned to mush. The girls gave Columbia a spin, and she tottered across the room. Her powerful rounded limbs shook with the strain, but she kept her trembling legs under her. The never-say-die redhead gasped a lung-full of air and tensed for further action. One of the enemy girls ran to the corner and sat down leaving her sister to face their weakened foe alone. Facing just one antagonist, the denuded American Beauty took another deep breath to still her trembling limbs, and raised her hands in a fighting stance. Her tiny adversary smiled up at her insolently. Columbia's pride was stung by the one sided beating the diminutive pair had dished out so far. Teenagers or no, her cause was too critical for misplaced compassion deter her. Columbia threw herself at the girl. A gagging, half-stifled moan escaped her bruised lips. The sudden strain on her injured abdomen had sent an unexpected burst of cramping pain through Columbia's middle, throwing her off balance as she reached the oriental girl. Her foe grabbed the denuded redhead's strong right arm. Columbia resisted fiercely, but the girl effortlessly twisted her arm, and with a supple twist and somersaulted the huge redhead in a judo toss. Columbia crashed with a back-wrenching thud. Spread-eagled on her back, she tried to rise, but her little foe still had hold of her arm. She yanked it. as soon as Columbia raised her head, and smashed her heel down on Columbia's throat. She pinned Columbia to the floor nearly strangling the gorgeous redhead. As she gagged to breathe, Columbia's enormous breasts heaved spasmodically. Her long voluptuous legs kicked in the air and her wide hips gyrated uselessly. Contemptuously, the terrible twin dropped Columbia's arm and raised her foot from the fallen redhead's throat. Columbia mastered her trembling, injured body and clambered awkwardly to her feet. Gagging down the sickening flood of pain in her belly, the Allied heroine counterattacked. She had to press one hand tightly against the smooth, tight flesh of her lower belly to staunch the pain, and try to fight with the other. Columbia stumbled at the oriental girl, and swung desperately at her elusive target. The tiny twin dodged effortlessly, and the big redhead stumbled and lunged unable to close with her. Columbia's heroic, unbridled bosom, bobbing frantically on her broad chest hindered her attack. This fruitless effort further devitalized the injured heroine. Her long, fantastically curved legs wobbled and trembled, belying their powerful shapeliness. Her knees knocked together and her wild swings moved in slow motion. Her sneering young adversary mockingly exposed herself to the big redhead's fury. Columbia's solid right fist connected with the girl's fragile jaw. Instead of crumpling senseless to the floor, the impudent teen laughed in Columbia's face. After the disheartening failure of her best punch, Columbia's quaking legs could hardly support her majestically curved body. Her tiny foe, scornful of the consequences now, stepped in close, and brazenly clutched Columbia by the nipples. The big redhead gasped in pain as her child-like foe pinched a long coral nipple in each hand. Columbia slapped uselessly at the cruel fingers tormenting her high-set, globular breasts The pain worsened until Columbia threw back her head and howled. Her overtaxed legs abruptly went limp. Shuddering uncontrollably, she sank slowly to her knees. The tormenting fingers tightened. Columbia's wails grew louder, and she hunched forward, head drooping. When the girl finally let go, Columbia huddled forward, face between her solidly rounded thighs, mewling in the aftermath of the grievous mistreatment. With a contemptuous toss of straight black hair, the vicious teenager effortlessly hauled the gurgling American Beauty to her feet with two handfuls of lustrous red hair. The girl seized Columbia between the legs, half lifting her off her feet with the clawing grip, and hurled her upward and then slammed her down on her back again. Clutching at her crotch with both hands, Columbia screeched at the vicious violation of her privates. Now the other girl was back. Each girl grabbed a big creamy fleshed leg in both hands, hauling them into the air. They twisted in opposite directions until Columbia felt she was splitting in two. Holding her legs twisted high and widely splayed, the girls took turns kicking Columbia between the legs. She beat the floor. Her beautiful face tossed from side to side. Her belly tightened in another awful cramp. She involuntary voiced her agony in a long keening whine. Just as Columbia almost passed out, the twins dropped her long white legs. The magnificently muscled limbs trembled uncontrollably as they flopped to the floor. One girl stood insolently over Columbia daring her to resistance. Columbia shook her head back and forth to clear it. She braced her hands against the floor and pushed until her quivering body was sitting up. The fierce little devil swung her delicate arm. A tiny hand smacked Columbia's face, flattening her again. Undaunted, Columbia struggled to sit up again. Her green eyes still flashed challenging. Her foe's cold black eyes glinted cruelly, silently enjoying the proud redhead's losing struggle. Then the girl lazily planted her foot between Columbia's massive breasts and nonchalantly pushed her flat again. The denuded Allied heroine writhed and squirmed, magnificent legs kicked weakly mighty muscles strained heroically, but she couldn't overcome the slight pressure. She bit back a frustrated sob as a violent tremor emphasized her splendid contours, Her body went limp. She was still conscious and her trapped eyes darted about, but the look of a trapped doe undermined the tigerish fire in her fierce green eyes. Now both girls seized Columbia by the arms and dragged her to her feet. The helpless beauty's head drooped on her chest. Her trembling legs could hardly support her heroically rounded body, and she hung limply, as the girls propelled her across the room. The twins flung Columbia across an oaken sawhorse, and carefully draped her naked body to expose her out-thrust bottom for their tittering examination. Columbia's nether cheeks were big and meaty, yet delicately contoured and resilient as vulcanized rubber. Tiny hands prodded and fussed until Columbia's big milky bottom was exactly positioned. Her long red hair brushed the floor. Her injured belly, pressing against the sharp edged wood, bore her full weight. Columbia came near retching. Columbia could see behind her, although everything was topsy turvy. She caught a glimpse of an Axis cameraman cranking away to record her humiliation. Columbia's eyes closed in horror. When she opened them again, each twin had picked up a ping pong paddle. The unhappy Allied heroine didn't need to ask why. Alarm pumped adrenaline through Columbia's body. She sought desperately to spring free. A paddle edge sliced into the back of her neck dropping her back in place. The other paddle slammed edgewise into Columbia's elbow. There was a loud cracking sound, incredibly intense pain, and Columbia's arm dangled lifeless on the floor in front of her. Humiliatingly naked, draped securely across the sawhorse, there was nothing Columbia could do but grit her teeth, and vow her enemies would never hear her cry out. The teenagers raised their paddles high, in perfect unison. Each girl chose one imposing buttock, and blazed away with lightening speed. Fiery pain scalded Columbia's boldly assertive derriere. Her creamy bottom cheeks and powerful upper thighs glowed hot scarlet, Columbia bit her lips and kicked her legs at the diabolical torture. In spite of her heroic effort to honor her vow, Columbia's gasps were hardly indistinguishable from sobs. Her smarting eyes overflowed. Sobs unwillingly became screaming wails. Columbia's mighty legs stiffened, then drooped lifelessly. She dangled lifelessly, but her loud wails echoed her fearsome woe. The cruel little alien agents had reduced the proud darling of the Allied cause to humiliating helplessness. They seized the weeping heroine's arms, lifted her trembling from her cruel perch, and spun her around to face the camera. The girls handled Columbia with careless ease now. The devilish duo forced Columbia this way and that, so the camera caught every nuance of her enforced nakedness and humbling misery. Tears drowned Columbia's huge emerald eyes, stained her beautiful face, and dripped freely on her proud bosom. She bit her lower lip in charming distress. Pain stiffened her long, coral nipples. Her belly clenched and unclenched with each heart rending sob. Her loins rotated sinuously in tune with the tremors of her glorious body, so the light glinted off the burnished copper of her glossy pubic fleece. After displaying Columbia from every angle, one girl took sole charge of their shamed captive. She boldly pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger and painfully tweaked it until Columbia threw back her head in anguish. Columbia saw the way to the door was clear. Could she reach it? Her legs quivered like a new born colt's, but she'd never say die. From nowhere, Columbia's right upper cut to the jaw flattened her tiny tormentor. Her sister started toward Columbia at a run. Should the gallant American stay and fight? One girl was down but not out. Columbia knew she couldn't handle both girls so soon after her harrowing ordeal. Better to challenge them another day when she'd recovered, and the little vipers wouldn't have surprise on their side. She bolted for the door, fast as her trembling legs could carry her, with one girl in hot pursuit. The camera swung quickly to record the proud Allied heroine, hope of millions of freedom loving peoples, flying in seeming panic from a single enemy teenager. The camera focused on Columbia's large pear shaped buttocks. They still blazed scarlet from her humiliating paddling, as they danced from side to side as Columbia ran. Panting, Columbia reached the door and tore at the knob. Damn! It was locked! The girl chasing her was almost on her. Columbia turned at bay, gamely ready. The smirking teenager held up a key on a chain around her neck "Mithy Columbia need this?" She lisped in a childish twitter, betraying her knowledge of the foe's language. "Give me that?" Columbia demanded her huge arrogantly up-tilted boobies heaving. She snatched at the key, but the diminutive spy deftly snatched it out of reach. Columbia leaped for the girl determined to pound her to the floor and take the key. The youthful enemy agent dodged deftly, and as the big American Beauty brushed past, she slapped Columbia's blistering backside. Her karate stiff palm caught the jutting nether cheek a loud smack. Columbia yelped at the smarting pain. Viciously reminded of her humiliation, the American heroine swung at the tiny teenager's smirking face. The girl adroitly ducked, and countered by blasting a left into Columbia's abdomen. Cramps still twisted Columbia's belly with, and her stomach churned sickly. When the tiny fist blasted wrist deep into her tortured gut, her powerful sheath of abdominal muscles caved in. Columbia squawked and doubled over, knees knocking together. With a high pitched yell, the girl karate-kicked the big crimefighter's jaw. Columbia spun backward, her head all but torn off her shoulders, but the brave redhead kept her feet. The girl leaped at her, then stopped short, when Columbia raised aching arms to ward her off. Switching target, the teenager drove her karate stiff finger like daggers at Columbia's chest. Deadly barbs flashed past Columbia's numbed arms and stabbed deep into the sharp, coral crests of ivory melons. Columbia cringed, flinching at the intolerable pain inflicted on her nude bosom. Her long, shapely legs trembled, and parted an instant, exposing her coppery thatch. An adolescent knee found the defensive breach. Columbia stumbled sideways. Her cruel young foe smacked her blazing backside, again. Her generous cheeks clenched at the rekindling of fiery pain. Columbia's fantastically muscled legs corkscrewed. She would have pitched to the floor, but her tiny foe caught the big redhead from behind. She stooped over and let Columbia's back fall across her shoulders. The camera caught Columbia's classically beautiful face twist in anguish. Effortlessly straightening her frail body, the tittering teenager raised the struggling crimefighter in the air. Columbia dangled helplessly, her waist bent backward in an intolerably painful "vee" over the girl's bony shoulder. Her long mane of coppery curls dangled down the girl's back, and her long trembling legs dangled in front. The devilish teen steadied Columbia's staining body with a vicious claw clamped on the juncture of her succulent thighs. The arrogant, young Fascist pirouetted before the camera to display her hampered captive's humiliating distress; Columbia's beautiful face swinging upside down against he tiny buttocks; Columbia's cantaloup breasts dangling like ripe fruit begging to be plucked. She twirled to display her heartless grasp on Columbia's exquisite pussy. Then she casually threw the dethroned Allied Champion to the floor. While Columbia crouched at her feet, unable to rise after her vicious drubbing, the heartless girl strutted around her, gloating at the calamitous overthrow of the idolized darling of the Free World. The young terrorist sneered into Columbia's tormented green eyes, huge and dark with pain. "Want to fight some more Mithy Columbia?" She tittered. Columbia mutely raised her hands to ward off the odious brat. The girl tittered again in derision and grabbing Columbia's ears, pulled her face close to her own, and spat a huge gob of phlegm into Columbia's beautiful features. Spittle dripped down Columbia's mouth and chin mingling with her tears. The twins had reduced the fiery freedom fighter to a plaything, to be tormented and humiliated with impunity. "Cowardly Allied Cow!" The adolescent sadist sneered. Her twin returned, and the merciless devil girls hauled the vanquished champion to a rough mat spread near the camera. They flung the helpless American Beauty down on the mat. Columbia screeched when the harsh material rasped her flaming bottom. The petite, young sadists lay down on either side of the chastised Allied heroine. Facing Columbia, they each pinned one of her arms under them, and threw a leg across one of her powerfully muscled thighs, entrapping the mature heroine in odious physical bondage to their own flesh. Their diminutive legs wrenched the anguished redhead's beautiful gams into a wide vee, shamefully exposing her jewel-like pink pussy. One twin insolently pressed her mouth to Columbia's bruised lips. She forced her tongue inside, and boldly french-kissed the older woman, while her sister tongued Columbia's breasts. Both girls pawed Columbia's defenseless crotch. The wretched heroine felt wriggling fingers invasively exploring her body, painfully parting her labia, and even daring to fondle her clitoris. Columbia gagged and retched, and whimpered in shame when the twins' evil domination kindled a responsive spark in her captive body. The depraved adolescents forced Columbia to a shattering orgasm. That was only the beginning. The merciless tittering adolescents gloried in their dominance over the woeful Western Beauty. They totally controlled her magnificent body. They continued to toy with their beautiful pain drugged victim. Tiny tongues still darted into her ears and mouth, and flogged her enormous, taut nippled breasts. Columbia loathed their cruel, plucking hands, but, against her will, the helpless heroine exploded in a second shuddering orgasm. Poor Columbia shrieked in despair. Surrender to the venomous brats' lustful domination was worse then the fearful drubbing they'd given her. Severe cramps convulsed Columbia's lower body. Her sexual organs were as raw and fiery as her behind, now. One young fiend balled her fist and shoved it right inside Columbia's body. Columbia howled in agony as the girl's fist forced her to another mortifying climax. The other sister chose an even more frightful target, Columbia's tight little anus It was a brutal struggle but the abusive teenager's tiny fist breached the target. Columbia's outraged body, feverishly aroused by the marathon rape, finally even capitulated to that demeaning perversion. The girl tittered: "Mithy Columbia must like my hand up her bum! Look how she wiggling aroun'!" The other twin meanwhile sprang atop Columbia;'s painfully heaving bosom. She straddled Columbia's face, and lifted her short school girl's skirt toe expose a naked surprisingly hairy crotch to Columbia's horrified gaze. The girl pointed. Columbia understood, but she shook her head in mute refusal. The girl seized Columbia's ears. Twisting and tearing at them, she thrust Columbia's face against her. Terrorized almost out of her wits by the fiendish little devils, now, the tormented redhead gagged down the lump in her throat and puckered her bruised lips. Fright overcame her maidenly reticence. Columbia shamelessly sucked and kissed and tongued her conqueror. The young devil, feverish with passion after her sadistic triumph, exploded almost immediately in multiple orgasms. She forced the subjugated heroine to pleasure her again and again, until her twin demanded a turn. Columbia serviced each girl several times before she satiated them with her homage. Columbia wanted to die in shame at her acquiescent collaboration. She never dreamed she could sink so low. Finally one girl lazily got up, ambled to the wall and returned with a short samurai sword. The other girl playfully forced Columbia to sit up. Columbia sat docilely even when the girl with the sword laid it across her white throat. Her delicate, translucent skin, still blushing in shame, paled to a deathly hue. A moment before she had prayed for death, but now the cold steel terrified her. She swallowed convulsively. The girl pricked her throat wit the sharp edge, and a single drop of blood trickled down the white column of Columbia's throat. The girl with the sword seized Columbia's glossy mane of coppery curls and twisted it into a knot. Columbia mewled as the girl deftly sliced away her glorious bronze crown, easily as peeling a peach. A few deft strokes left nothing but a coppery stubble. Helplessly shorn like a passive sheep or shamed quisling, the proud Allied heroine wept bitterly. The victorious teens waved their coppery trophy in front of the camera then laid it in front of a shrine like picture of the Emperor, Next the devil girls hauled poor Columbia to her feet, and set her down on her knees in front of that same picture. When they released her arms, the devastated American heroine pitched forward on her face, as though she was prostrating herself in fawning homage to the Axis leader. epilogue Columbia was transported by submarine to an enemy Concentration Camp. After months of harrowing torture and degradation, the resourceful Allied Champion escaped. Displaying every ounce of her legendary courage, she overcame uncounted, bloodcurdling dangers in her patriotic determination to bring home the invaluable intelligence she secured while a prisoner-inmate in an Axis brothel. Unfortunately the dastardly Axis Intelligence Agencies distributed the film of Columbia's capture and subjugation to every Allied Country. Her reputation besmirched, Columbia spent the duration of the War serving donuts and washing dirty coffee cups in a USO Club. The devilish twins became "Rock and Roll" singing sensations in postwar Japan and then a champion wrestling tag team.