WARNING: This story contains extreme violence, nudity, (F/F) rape, and other non-consensual sexual acts. It is intended for, and should only be read, by mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

The Nazi Challenge.
or
Virtue Rewarded. (F/F, Illustrated.)
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com, or, gwalb@yahoo.com, or, gwalb10054@gmail.com)
(https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/gw/index.htm)


Abigail (often known to intimate friends as 'Gail') Winthrop glanced at her calendar, as she sat down behind the huge mahogany desk in her tastefully appointed office in Washington, D.C. It was the command center of the huge Winthrop Media conglomerate, of which Abigail was CEO. The tall blonde woman glanced at her day's appointments, on the calendar for January 15. 1944. Next, she opened a secret concealed  drawer in the huge desk. Inside were the other appointments, the one's she considered more important than mere business. These were the secret appointments of American Virtue, the Nation's best-loved, masked, crimefighter.

In 1928 when only 18, young Abigail, was appalled by the rise of big crime in her beloved country, driven by the ill-considered prohibition o
f all alcoholic beverages. The super wealthy heiress of one of the oldest New England families, she was convinced it was her duty, as a patriotic American, to do her part to restore law and order to the Nation. Young Gail, a superb athlete already an expert in most forms of hand to hand combat, donned the guise of American Virtue, a masked crusader for Justice. As the female vigilante she fought crime from late night to early dawn, the times when crime seemed most rampant.

Since the United States entry into the War against the Axis, two years earlier, American Virtue waged an unrelenting campaign against spies and enemy agents. Already the beloved and admired Champion of Justice, now she was the very symbol of the Nation's patriotic confidence in victory. The American public was convinced that American Virtue could, all by herself defeat any number of enemy combatants, and so far, they hadn't been disappointed.

That morning Abigail had an appointment with the chiefs of American Intelligence."I've got a pretty good idea what this is about." She thought with a confident smile. As the chief of a huge news gathering organization, Gail was privy to much information not shared with the general public. The build up of Allied Forces in Great Britain, in anticipation of the invasion of the European Continent, had attracted an intensive sabotage campaign by Axis forces.

As she had surmised, an hour later, Gail listened to an Army General tell her: "We believe they're operating from some small obscure point on  the British Channel coast, to spy on the American build-up in the United Kingdom, and sabotage it, whenever they get a chance. We've asked the British to deal with the situation, but they're already stretched pretty thin at the moment. On the other hand, they are very sniffish about us stepping on their toes, in their own country. However we think if someone not officially affiliated with our Government were to..."

Do you mean 'someone' like American Virtue, General?"

"Exactly Miss Winthrop. "Someone' 'like" American Virtue. WE know you have you're own means of contacting her, when she's needed..."

"I'm sure, I can arrange that, General. I'll need emergency clearance for myself to visit the war zone as a special correspondent, though."

"Already taken care of Miss Winthrop."

"Good! Well, I've go a lot to do in the next few hours to be ready, to leave tomorrow."...
 

Berlin: A few weeks weeks later......

A meeting between two men who History would link together as evil allies, but who were always deadly rivals for their leader's favor. That morning, Adolph Hitler had summoned Heinrich Himmler and Joseph Goebbels to his Chancellery Office, to berate them in a furious forty-five minute tirade. The Fuehrer, was extremely displeased. For the last few weeks, he had received a constant stream of  reports of Nazi sabotage activities in the United Kingdom being disrupted.  Invariably, the reports described American Virtue's successes at the expense of the German efforts. He ranted, as only the Fuehrer could, voicing his displeasure.

"The Reich has been made to look foolish, and by a woman, to boot. I will not tolerate that. Solve the problem before I have Bormann find replacements for both of you. Do something about that shameless, Yankee strumpet."

Shortly after leaving the Fuehrer, the two men met at SS headquarters. Both Nazi Leaders were still mopping their brows, nervously. Only so serious a threat could persuade the evil rivals to cooperate on any project.

"We must capture her and execute her." The SS Chief muttered.

"We must make her look foolish, in such a way as to discredit her, AND her cause." The propaganda chief replied. "Her capture should be made fully public."

"How do we do that? Lure her to the middle of Piccadilly Circus and capture her there?" Himmler replied, sarcastically.

After long acrimonious discussion, that lasted will into the night, a compromise plan was finally hammered out.

"I have just the  agent who can be used as bait for the trap." Himmler smiled. "She is a not a nice person. Before the war, she was a circus acrobat and strong woman. The Circus offered 100 marks to any man or woman who could stay in the ring with her for three minutes. She used such foul tactics, that the Circus rarely paid. 'Mighty Ulrica' they called her, although very strong, she is a rather small woman, but deadly. I believe her full name is Ulrica von Damn. She was a whore on the side, catering to clients with rather peculiar tastes, if you know what I mean. We have found her a very efficient assassin. You may recall that Russian Marshal who was found dead last week, under mysterious circumstances..."
 

"What if she fails?" Goebbels demanded.

"Then we have lost one Circus whore who can easily
be disowned."

Just one week later, American Virtue stood on the shore, looking out on the English Channel.  She was deep in thought: "I've cut down the sabotage to a trickle of what it was. I'd like to end it entirely, though. All the clues I've come across point to this area of the Coast. I couldn't find anything here, on the mainland, anyway. Hmm, if I were looking to set up an operation like that, I'd choose that small island out there. It's just visible." She gazed at the  island, now shrouded in fog as evening approached.  I think I should investigate that first thing in the morning."

The next morning, after borrowing a small motor launch from the Royal Navy, American Virtue sped toward her objective. She was alone in the boat. The bold heroine preferred to work alone, and had notified no one of her mission.

The dedicated Allied Champion was soon landed on the island, and after securing the borrowed craft, began to explore. She shortly came to a small  hillock. Though not very tall, it commanded a view of most of the island. From the top, American Virtue surveyed the landscape. Her search was quickly rewarded. She spied a small, but very masculine looking woman standing in front of a supply of explosives, of the kind used by those Nazi plotters the heroine had already rounded up. A two man, film crew was recording the woman's performance.

"Good heavens! Why is a film crew recording her? Are they crazy? Well, whatever the reason, I'll round them all up, after I've dealt with that brazen, Nazi hussy." 


American Virtue sped down the hill, and a moment later, seized the woman's shoulder. The self-confident heroine expected no resistance. Few evildoers dared resist the stalwart crimefighter.




This time, though, American Virtue's quarry did dare put up a fight. As the masked Blonde's hand fell on her shoulder, Ulrica reacted with the lightening reflexes of a rattle snake. Her powerful blow caught the bigger woman completely by surprise.



Amazingly, the unexpected slap was remarkably effective. It knocked the tall crimefighter right off her feet. That was something that had rarely happened to American Virtue in sixteen years fighting crime.

"Owwww... Jeepers! The Little Witch packs quite a wallop. Gee Whiz, she knocked me right on my keester. Oh she's going to pay for that!"



Though Gail's cheek smarted, (not to mind her 'keester') the gallant crimefighter
rather admired the smaller woman's audacity. The only real damage was to Gail's pride and dignity, and she planned to pay that affront back, with interest. She bounced swiftly to her feet.



It was likely Ulrica hoped the contemptuous slap would enrage her opponent, and lead her to some careless mistake. If so, the maneuver didn't work Though certainly chagrined, American Virtue displayed her skill, confidently unleashing her powerful left cross. Still smirking at
American Virtue's discomfiture, Ulrica didn't react quickly enough to avoid the powerful head-snapping punch.



With lightening speed, American Virtue
followed up the left with an even harder right cross. The blow nearly took Ulrica's head off.



Once started, the big American continued her whirlwind attack, relentlessly driving Ulrica backward.





American Virtue's unrelenting attack culminated in a powerful right uppercut that knocked Ulrica off her feet. Crouching on one knee,
Ulrica appeared already beaten, too hurt to continue fighting. American Virtue looked down at her opponent, and felt a twinge of remorse. She'd winced each time her fist struck the Nazi. She was used to fighting large, male criminals at least her own size or bigger. She had rarely had to fight another woman. Most of the female criminals she had faced, cowed by the heroine's size and reputation, ran off, or gave up, without a fight. American Virtue knew the Nazi was likely a vicious, evil woman, and she was an exceedingly strong and muscular woman. Nevertheless, Ulrica was a good deal smaller than the big blonde heroine, and weighed considerably less.  Fighting so small an opponent offended American Virtue's sense of sportsmanship. Once she knocked Ulrica down, the gallant heroine automatically paused, to give the Nazi a chance to surrender. Ulrica had no thought of surrender, though.



Ulrica was already convinced American Virtue was pulling her punches. Of course, the Nazi regarded such humane gallantry with contempt. She fought by a different set of rules. Indeed, Ulrica was not so badly hurt as she let on. She had agilely dodged the full effects of many of the bigger woman's punches, riding with them as she evaluated the American's style and skill.

Ulrica did her best to lure American Virtue into an ambush, thinking: 
"Ha! Ja, pity is always the downfall of the sentimental idealists. This fool is afraid she might hurt me! Good! Keep thinking that, you Big Stupid Cow, and
come a little closer. Then I will destroy you in a Nazi blitzkrieg."

American Virtue approached a step closer, her big hard fists
slightly lowered. She was wary, but not really expecting further resistance.

 "Ja, NOW now is the time!"

 From her crouching position, Ulrica drove her fist deep into the masked woman's crotch.



As she surged to her feet, Ulrica threw a second, powerful punch that did real damage to Gail's steely belly.



American Virtue clutched her belly, as the punch doubled her over. By now Ulrica was solidly on her feet, ready to step up her attack.



Dazed by the 'Nazi Blitzkrieg', American Virtue dropped her guard, and Ulrica drove another even harder punch into her lower belly. Her fist drove deep an even more damaging spot; Gail gurgled in distress.



Now that she had definitely hurt the red, white and blue-clad warrior, Ulrica was recovering her arrogant confidence. As American Virtue straightened up, slightly disoriented from the low blow, Ulrica waded into her, fists hammering like pistons. That first, deadly, low blow to her foe's belly had turned the fight around. Let's see what some more would do? She kept right on hammering Gail's firmly muscled torso, and it was starting to buckle under her fists.





Her fists were doing such damage, maybe a kick to the belly would be even better. Ulrica was willing to experiment a little.



How about a kick to her kidneys?




Ulrica initially caught
American Virtue by surprise, with that volley of low blows. For a time, she nearly overwhelmed the big woman, by her savage onslaught. Now, the heroine gathered her wits and retaliated. Though it cost her some pain in her back, she wheeled around, and drove her knee into the Nazi's own knee sideways. She struck before Ulrica could even lower her leg.



As Ulrica tried to put her full weight on her leg and get her balance, American Virtue smashed her hard left fist into the Nazi's chin.




Now that she regained the initiative, American Virtue drove Ulrica backward, with blow after blow. Of course, the gallant American didn't resort to the Nazi's foul tactics.



American Virtue culminated her attack, with a heart-stopping sledge-hammer punch to Ulrica's chest.




American Virtue paused a moment expecting  the stricken Ulrica to go down. The Nazi had been a tough opponent, but
American Virtue was confident the fight was over.



When Ulrica kept standing,
American Virtue confidently grabbed the Nazi's arm to administer the coup de grace. Ulrica was not done yet, though.



Unfortunately, the gallant masked heroine forgot that a cornered rat is the most dangerous kind. Ulrica was badly shaken, but as American Virtue swung her around, she clawed desperately at the other woman's eyes, with the sharp claws of her right hand. Ulrica didn't just 'scratch at', but jammed her fingers between the lashes. American Virtue shrieked in agony, not certain Ulrica had not actually blinded her.



Ulrica was not certain either, but would not have been displeased by such an outcome.



Once again, a desperate Ulrica evened things up, by resorting to foul, cutthroat tactics.
American Virtue rubbed at her burning eyes. Despite the intense pain though, the Gallant Heroine discovered her vision was blurry, but, thankfully, not permanently damaged.



Ulrica had time to draw in a deep breath, that partially eased the paralyzing pain in her chest. Now, she had the luxury to aim her attack with greater accuracy. Spurrred by a twinge in her own knee, she kicked American Vitue's left knee as hard as she could, with her steel-tipped boot toe.  American Virtue shrieked at the new excruciating pain in her limb.



Now the half-blinded, limping American champion was a sitting duck when Ulrica followed up with another, dastardly low blow. This time, she kicked the blond woman's very vulnerable crotch.



American Virtue's keening wail of misery, galvanized the sadistic Nazi to follow up with a deadly kick to Gail's jaw.




Before the American heroine recovered from the two kicks, Ulrica grabbed two handfuls of golden curls, and jerked Gail's head down to meet a knee lift. The steel plate, sewn into the knee of Ulrica's britches, smashed against Gail's forehead.



Ulrica was so satisfied with the first knee lift,  that she held on, tight to the groggy heroine's hair. She held on, long enough to jerk Gail's head down for a followup. This time, the steel knee plate, struck squarely against the point of Gail's chin.



When Ulrica let her go, American Virtue straightened up, but her eyes were glassy and unfocused, and her legs wobbled unsteadily. A newly confident Ulrica paused for another quick breath, surveying her reeling foe with a satisfied smirk.



Grinning like a shark, Ulrica moved in for the kill, battering the groggy blond, mercilessly.




Like a tireless machine, Ulrica hammered her reeling foe,
never giving her a moment to get her bearings. Each new blow did more damage, rendering the gallant American champion increasingly powerless to avoid or counter the attack. Ulrica nearly chortled in delight.






Seeing her foe's dazed, shell-shocked look, Ulrica shifted her attack back to the damaging body blows, the lower the better. Every punch robbed American Virtue of more strength.





The powerful blonde's muscular midriff was sore and bruised by the relentless blows to her body. Now, the awful pain of an especially low blow to her lower body stunned American Virtue long enough, for Ulrica to grab her arms and pull her into a deadly embrace, perfect target for a diabolical knee lift squarely into Gail's genitalia.



If one knee lift to the crotch was good, two would be even better.



This was the most damaging injury Ulrica had, so far, inflicted on her foe's womanhood. Absolutely paralyzed by the awful pain, Gail fell to her knees with a strangled cry of agony, clutching the awful injury.



Hurt as she was by the vicious low blow, American Virtue doggedly tried to rise. Just as she got one leg under her, Ulrica struck again, landing a powerful kick to her face.



Still on one knee, Gail slumped over, barely conscious. Ulrica grabbed a handful of blond curls and hauled the injured American to her feet.







Once she had her groggy foe on her feet, Ulrica smashed a right fist to the point of
American Virtue's chin. The extra powerful punch was just too much. Things went dark for the gallant heroine.



Before  Gail toppled over, Ulrica grabbed her around the waist, supporting her big, heavy body with very little effort. Ulrica's relatively small frame belied her brutal, bearish strength.
Though quite a bit smaller, Ulrica was nearly as strong as the magnificent American Virtue. Perhaps, that was why American Virtue had so badly underestimated her foe. Now, it looked like the despicable Nazi bully was about to kayo America's mightiest heroine, the human tornado who had never known defeat? Could that disaster really be happening? American Virtue was too groggy and disoriented to know. An impartial observer would likely think, that Ulrica had already knocked the big woman unconscious. The gallant American certainly looked done for.



Ulrica swiftly maneuvered the American's inert body, until she had a strong grip on her waist, from behind.



Holding her foe erect, from behind, Ulrica's arms tightened like a steel trap, as she power-lifted the bigger woman into the air, with only a grunt of exertion. As her feet left the ground, Gail suddenly revived. Where was she? No, no! She was trapped in t
he Nazi's arms. It wasn't possible! Was it a nightmare? How had Ulrica taken total control of the fight?

"Dear God! I was out cold on my feet!" Abigail realized, mastering a thrill of unfamiliar panic. It was a rude shock for a woman, rarely bested in her life.

"Well, she made a mistake now, anyway. It's impossible to keep a bigger, stronger, skilled opponent in this hold, for long. Once I break free, I'll pay her back, with interest!"

Gail confidently struggled to escape, sure it would be easy. The brutal Ulrica had drained much of her phenomenal strength, though. The heroine soon realized escape was going to be a lot harder than she originally assumed, especially since Ulrica made sure her feet never quite touched the ground, so her long legs could never exert maximum leverage. In growing desperation, she struggled harder. Sneering contemptuously, Ulrica ignored Gail's desperate contortions, never letting  the trapped woman get a firm purchase on the ground. All the while, she crushed Gail's trim waist in her eagerly grasping arms, constantly tightening her grip and continually weakening her.




That inexorable pressure was making Gail weak and woozy, making it even harder
to escape those awful, Nazi, gorilla arms. Her confidence was oozing away. Her desperate struggles only seemed to make her predicament worse.



Unable to escape, unable to even breathe, the frantic heroine struggled vainly. Overwhelmed by pain and frustration, she wailed aloud in dread of her predicament, much to the evil Ulrica's satisfaction. How could this be happening to American Virtue?



The indomitable American Champion resisted the crushing pressure of those relentless, muscular arms with everything she had. It wasn't enough! Her aching lungs couldn't long sustain her wild struggles. Her overtaxed body drooped limply, as her eyes dimmed. The Nazi cameraman zoomed in from long range to focus on American Virtue's beautiful features, pale and twisted in pain. He expertly framed her beautiful masked face contorted by suffering, drooling down her cheek. "Ja Ulrica is doing great. Mein Gott! Those bazooms are BIG! Got to get THEM in the frame."



With a moan of anguish, American Virtue's shapely body went limp in Ulrica's powerful grasp. She was still vaguely conscious, but everything seemed dim and faraway, EXCEPT the painful, crushing pressure on her midriff.



Ulrica allowed the camera time to record her mastery over the obviously helpless American Heroine. Then she shifted tactics. With a merry chortle, she set the reeling American Virtue on her feet, for one wobbly second. Then before the reeling heroine keeled over, she slid one hand between the blond's legs. In one smooth move, Ulrica heaved Abigail's large, heavy body into the air.



As Ulrica hoisted her into the air, Abigail regained her senses, with a wild cry of alarm. The fight had become a pain filled nightmare, for America's beloved sweetheart. Despite her fighting spirit, she screamed in alarm.

"Ha! Listen to her screaming her head off! The overgrown bitch is really scared!" Ulrica boasted, loudly enough to be recorded by the sound camera.



American Virtue's initial cry of shocked alarm, was soon interspersed with loud moans, of pain as Ulrica bent her backward at an agonizing angle.



With a contemptuous sneer Ulrica whirled about in dizzying circles, before flinging her wailing foe to the ground.



 Badly shaken and hurting all over, the Blonde Bombshell struggled to spring, or at least stumble, to her feet. Lying at Ulrica's feet, Gail looked up at the Nazi, with nervous apprehension.  She was met by Ulrica's cold, arrogant, sneer. The Nazi's confident smirk shook what was left of her confidence.



This evil Nazi woman unnerved Gail as no other foe ever had. The hateful Nazi ominously stepped astride the downed American heroine. Ulrica shook her fist threateningly in Gail's face. Gail flinched noticeably. The camera didn't miss the celebrated champion's fearful reaction. American Virtue was looking, more and more, like a beautiful, frightened doe at the mercy of a ruthless she-wolf.

"Must do something quick, or I may lose this fight." American Virtue fiercely told herself, but in her heart, she feared she was already beaten. The nasty Nazi witch already knocked her senseless twice, and either time, could have finished her off, with ease.

"The arrogant witch is playing with me!" Gail realized in horror.



Ulrica had no doubt she'd won. Nonchalantly, she expertly clipped the fallen heroine on the chin. For a third time, Gail blacked out, if only for just a moment.



Ulrica only needed that one moment. She worked quickly, getting American Virtue in the best position to accomplish her evil purpose. She manhandled the big woman with confident ease. Winning the fight by a knockout wasn't enough. Her bosses in Berlin wanted American Virtue's total surrender, and if possible pleas for mercy.

The film crew moved quickly to within a couple of feet, for close-ups of the fight's climax.
They mustn't miss a nuance of the climax of this battle. In this titanic struggle between good and evil, EVIL must win decisively, and GOOD take a bad beating.



Moments later, American Virtue hazily regained her senses. Ulrica had twisted her over on her belly, and was settled firmly on her back, busily securing the face down heroine in an inescapable camel clutch. Gail kicked frantically to free herself, but it was too late.
She was trapped in Ulrica's powerful grip, once more. Ulrica had the American's arms draped over her own knees, with Gail's forearms locked between her powerful thighs and calves. Free of any hindrance, Ulrica could devote all her strength and attention to bending, and tormenting American Virtue's muscular body, at an ever more painful angle.



The torture began immediately. Gail MUST escape, but how?



Gail
struggled and squirmed, desperately to escape the vicious Nazi grip, but with no success. She was in a terrible fix. Despite her much greater strength, she could exert little or no leverage, while Ulrica kept her under control, with comparative ease.

No! No! This couldn't be happening. No single foe ever defeated American Virtue in a fight, but this horrible Nazi woman was close to doing the unthinkable.  Sure, the ruthless Nazi had used every dirty trick in the book, but
American Virtue expected that, in the people she fought, and always managed to come out on top, but Ulrica had actually already knocked her cold, TWICE.

It was then Abigail, a newspaper woman herself,  realized the full hideous purpose of this confrontation. It was no accident. She had been lured into a trap. The Nazis wanted to film
the renowned American Champion's mortifying defeat by another woman, a NAZI woman. She ruefully realized that if Ulrica did that, it would be major propaganda victory for the Nazis.

"Dear God! NO! That's why she didn't finish me before; the arrogant witch is playing with me! She has orders to destroy me on film, and if I don't do something quick, she's going to do it."

The realization made Gail furious. "Darn her! I'll show her something on camera." Adrenalin pumping, Gail was sure with her skill, strength and honed wrestling skills, she would escape, and turn the tables; but with all her skill, she found escape, frustratingly, always just out of reach. There was also the nagging worry, that she had been certain she could escape Ulrica's brutal bearhug, but Ulrica had relentlessly crushed her into unconsciousness.

Well! American Virtue sure wasn't going to give up!  Gail desperately kicked her long, powerful legs, but she had no leverage, and Ulrica was always just out of reach of her powerful kicks. The Nazi skillfully countered Gail's every move, and always seemed to make her predicament a shade more painful. The increasing pain, and her own frantically useless thrashing, used up what had been nearly limitless reserves of strength and stamina. Gail was tiring fast, maybe faster than she realized.

Oh, it was a horribly humiliating to be powerless and helpless in an enemy's grip; especially with a camera trained on her beautiful  suffering face. Not even some huge, powerful male brute, but another woman, a woman a good deal smaller than she was, to boot. Gail was sure Ulrica was not even as strong as she was. It was galling to realize Ulrica had done it with skill and a ruthless determination to win at any cost. Was the despicable Nazi's devotion to evil, greater than Abigail Winthrop's devotion to her own American values? 

The pain was nearly unendurable, now. Every second sapped more of her fast diminishing strength. Despite her stern resolve, Gail was moaning and whimpering at the awful torment. It was all she could do, to keep from shrieking in agony.


Gail's powerful legs had ceased their frenzied thrashing; and now barely quivered in pitiable impotence. Ulrica managed to bend her back another half inch, ratcheting the pain up another notch.

The torturous pain became unbearable. Involuntary words of submission formed themselves in Gail's reeling mind. She came close to muttering them aloud, between gurgles of agony.
 

NO! NO! What was she thinking? American Virtue must never submit to evil. Too much depended on it. She must win, HAD TO Win! The good of her country demanded Victory. Her own freedom and honor, perhaps her life depended on Victory.

Gail gritted her teeth, and painfully stiffened her body to resist. "I must endure this, until I can get free, and turn this around." She desperately told herself. "But what if i can't turn it around...what if...what if..." NO! Desperately she tried to put those thoughts out of her head. Normally fearless, the threat of a crippling injury haunted her, and she had no doubt Ulrica would, perhaps could, break her back. That horrifying possibility terrified her. 

"No, NO! Mustn't think that! I won't let her! She can't do that to me. I'm American Virtue! I WON'T let her I won't..."


But the pain,..the pain... it was eating her up, blotting everything else from her mind, weakening her fierce resolve. Another fraction of an inch; Gail's moans grew even louder. 

Ulrica chuckled. "You are tough, Yankee Bitch; I got to admit that! No one else has ever held out as long as you against this hold." Then as though reading Gails' mind she added. "It would be terrible, if I must break you back. You may leave me no choice!"

Ulrica allowed the threat to sink in. as she exerted her strength and gained another half inch of leverage. Gail screamed.

Ulrica went on. "It's SAD, though. Of course, you WILL surrender. In your heart you know that. All this horrible pain, on and on. All for nothing; we both know it's useless. In the end, you'll beg to surrender. They always do! Anytime you want me to stop; for the pain to stop, you only have to surrender to me."


Ulrica's voice was soothing, sympathetic, as though she hated hurting another human being. Of course, Gail couldn't see the cruel, sadistic smirk on Ulrica's face, contradicting the syrupy words, wods that seemed
more and more persuasive.

Even as she spoke, with cajoling sympathy, Ulrica strained her entire body to squeeze out another bit of pressure on Gail's neck and back. She was rewarded for her effort, by the beginning of a loud scream of torment, that was swiftly choked back. Even so, Gail's muted cries of pain grew louder, her moans now loud groans, and the whimpers, nearly sobs.

"Aahhhhhhh!" Gail couldn't think; the pain was too intense. Hope had ebbed away. All her skill and strength were to no avail. Reluctant as she was to face the truth, she could no longer deny it. This terrible Nazi Witch was just too much for her to handle.

Well even if American Virtue was physically helpless, her spirit and resolve must make up for that failure. She must never surrender!

"No! I won't give in. NEVER! I won't let her win! I've never quit, yet!" Gail  gritted her teeth renewing her efforts to reverse the hold.

American Virtue's gallant effort proved as fruitless as all her previous efforts. She squandered what little strength, she had left. Strong as her spirit was, her weary pain-wracked body no longer responded to her tenacious resolve. Her capacity to resist the pain, was seeping away. Was it hopeless? She heard Ulrica's snicker of derision, at her impotent squirming.  Escape was impossible!
  

Still snickering, Ulrica squeezed yet another fraction of an inch from the hold.  This time Gail couldn't silence her echoing shriek.

Imperious Abigail Winthrop, was unshakably certain, until that very minute, that no Nazi could possibly best an American on equal terms. Now, she faced the  bitter, galling truth. American Virtue, unyielding symbol of her country's pride and indomitable spirit, was soundly beaten, at last.  Was there no justice? The gallant American champion had given everything she had, fought her heart out. Yet, this vile, sneering Nazi decisively outfought her, and proved herself the superior woman. And now the pain was UNENDURABLE!

 
"Well?" Ulrica asked soothingly.  American Virtue, shamed and humbled by her terrible failure, heard her own choked voice, croak out the awful words of surrender.  "All r-right...all right...y-you...y-you win..."

The unendurable pain didn't stop, though.

"What was that? I couldn't quite hear you." Ulrica snorted gleefully, doing her best to increase the pressure even more.

Oh the EVIL BITCH!
Abigail just couldn't bear any more pain, yet the vicious Nazi continued to torture her. American Virtue had already betrayed all she held dear by submitting to an enemy of her country. Wasn't that enough? No! Not enough for the relentless Ulrica!  Her pride already crushed, Gail couldn't help herself. She pleaded, abjectly, shamelessly; her pleas punctuated by sobs, and loud cries of torment.

"S-stop...stop...(sob)...please...pleeasse...st-stop...Oh God...pl-please...won't you stop..."
 

"Do you surrender to the Reich?"

American Virtue was pleading like a child, now, pathetically whimpering. "...y-yes...yes... anything...(sob)... a-anything...only stoppp...no more...no more...pleeasssee..."

"Say it then, Bitch!" Ulrica snapped, curtly, and bent Gail's back another tenth of an inch.

"...oh God forgive me...yes...yes...I-I surrender...t-to...to the Reich...(sob)...y-you win...I'm your prisoner...just stoppp...pl-pleasssse...pleeeaasse..."



Reluctantly, Ulrica released her sobbing foe. Nothing was more addictive than inflicting unbearable pain on an enemy, particularly a strong beautiful woman.
American Virtue flopped face down in the dirt, sobbing uncontrollably, a broken woman. She had been outfought, crushingly dominated, and made to beg and plead for mercy. How could she ever face her fellow Americans again? The distraught heroine's arms were so numb, she hardly felt it, when Ulrica took a pair of handcuffs from her pocket and snapped them on her wrists.




Ulrica rose from her defeated foe, smiling arrogantly at the camera.
Totally demoralized by her surrender, Gail didn't respond, when Ulrica shouted harshly.

"Get up you stupid cow; you've wasted enough of my time!" All the bogus sympathy was gone, now, from the Nazi's harsh voice. She emphasized her command with a hard kick to Gail's side.

Gail tried to stand, but the throbbing pain in her back nearly paralyzing her. When she didn't move fast enough to suit Ulrica, the Nazi kicked her again, and grabbed the back of her uniform collar. She dragged the big, sobbing Blonde to her feet, by the scruff of her neck. That was Abigail's first bitter taste of cruel Nazi captivity.




When she finally had her hampered, weeping prisoner erect, Ulrica spun her around, face to face.

"Now let's see who we got under that mask?" Ulrica crowed.

No! NO! Being unmasked was an anonymous crimefighter's worst nightmare.
Gail strained desperately to get out of Ulrica's reach. Ever since she first donned her proud costume, Abigail had a recurring nightmare, in which some evil-doer, in a melee, might somehow snatch her mask off, leaving her a sitting duck for every criminal she'd ever defeated. Reality was even worse than her nightmare. This unmasking was no accident; it was the calm, deliberate act of a triumphant enemy. And her unmasking would be broadcast to the world. 



Helpless, American Virtue pleaded in broken sobs. Hardly able to to stand, arms shackled behind her back, there was no way the captive heroine could stop the evil Nazi, from ripping the mask from her beautiful, tear-stained face.



Nazi Intelligence had narrowed American Virtue's secret identity down to a relative handful of American women. Ulrica's SS superior's had familiarized their agent with all of them. Now, her orders were to unmask the heroine on camera, and identify her by name.
Ulrica looked at Gail's beautiful tear-stained face, and instantly recognized
the prominent American business woman.  Abigail Winthrop had been at the top of the list of probable candidates.

"Hah! That's rich. The bumbling American crimefighter revealed to the world to be a female newspaper tycoon, Abigail Winthrop. To add insult to injury, her own Winthrop newspapers don't even get the scoop."



American Virtue had never even considered the possibility of defeat and captivity. Now, she was overcome by the full realization of her horrifying predicament. She was the disgraced prisoner of the hateful Nazis! There was no bottom to the depths of Nazi depravity. What horrible fate awaited her?
For the first time in her life, Abigail Winthrop was overwhelmed by uncontrollable panic.  American Virtue turned like a frightened rabbit, and fled with hysterical desperation.

"COWARD!" Ulrica shouted angrily, as she started off in pursuit. The Nazi's anger was a sham. She was secretly pleased to portray the American heroine's obvious terror of the victorious Nazi.



Abigail's flight was hampered by her cuffed hands, and the wild bouncing of her large bosom. Ulrica rapidly closed the distance between them.



Just as Ulrica planned, the expert cameraman caught the scene exactly as Dr Goebbels would want. First, the defeated American Idol fleeing in terror from the victorious Nazi woman. Then the brutal Nazi tackling the beautiful, terrified American, and humiliatingly bringing her down, like a bull-dogged heifer.



American Virtue's chest hit the ground with a resounding splat, that couldn't quite flatten her proud bosom. Her head banged against the hard ground stunning her. She lay still, moaning at the pain that penetrated her numbed mind.



Ulrica skillfully landed astride her defeated foe's trim midsection. She swiftly mastered the shackled prisoner's desperate struggle to escape. She patted American Virtue's solid behind, contemptuously and possessively. The proud, aristocratic Abigail Winthrop was appalled at the liberty. For a moment, she forgot her predicament, and protested angrily.

"How DARE you!"



When her henchman gave Ulrica the out-sized hypodermic needle, she swiveled around to reach the American captive's broad, shapely bottom; then plunged it into Gail's right buttock
"Har, har! I can't miss a target that big, can I?" She chortled. Even for a woman as strong as Ulrica, it wasn't easy to penetrate the blue leather britches, but the fanatical Nazi soon succeeded. American Virtue squealed in shock. She struggled weakly for a few moments, then shuddered and went limp.

 

With a sneering laugh,
Ulrica deliberately
left the out-sized needle lodged in Gail's buttock, as she stood up.
She strutted around the still form, in triumph. She inspected her prize from every angle, well-satisfied with herself. Then she kicked the unconscious American in the bosom. Gail moaned but didn't move. Satisfied the captive was deeply unconscious, Ulrica gave her henchmen final orders.



"All right, get the big cow crated up, and get her down to the cove." Ulrica snapped, curtly.

Only hours later after a furtive speed boat ride across the Channel to Occupied France, and a railroad journey in a closed carriage, given the same top priority clearance as the Fuhrer's own train, the crated, unconscious prize was delivered to SS Headquarters in Berlin.

In Berlin, Ulrica was already a National Heroine. Newspapers were full of nothing else, in order to divert attention away from another German defeat on the Eastern Front. Newsreel films of the decisive Nazi triumph were already being distributed to theaters. Copies were leaked to Allied sources through neutral Nations, as well. Reluctantly, media in all Allied Countries printed a more restrained version of the news. Nevertheless, American Virtue, now unmasked as Abigail Winthrop, fell into National disgrace.

Almost immediately, Ulrica herself, supervised the uncrating of her hapless, prize. At first American Virtue remained unconscious, though moaning audibly. Ulrica rapidly awoke the prisoner. She seized a bucket of dirty water, that a charwoman was using on the floor. Chortling in glee, Ulrica flung the filthy water in American Virtue's beautiful face.



American Virtue awoke with a start; she looked around in confusion. 
For a moment, she thought she was waking from a horrible nightmare. Then, the horror all came flooding back. It was no nightmare, but reality. American Virtue had fought with the Nazi woman, Ulrica, and suffered a disastrous defeat, the first in her career. She had begged Ulrica for mercy, on camera. Ulrica had unmasked her. She had tried to escape, cravenly fleeing like a frightened rabbit. Ulrica had easily caught her, and demeaningly subdued her. She couldn't suppress a loud scream of anguish.

As
American Virtue stumbled to her feet, Ulrica finished donning her black SS Uniform.

Ulrica removed the handcuffs from Abigail's wrists. As the blonde captive massaged her numbed hands, Ulrica snapped. "Now that I am ready for the parade, it is time for you to get ready, also, Slut! UNDRESS!"
 

Despondent, in a state of shock, Abigail
didn't at first comprehend. She began to sniffle in misery, at the full realization of her total disgrace, not to mind captivity in a Nazi prison for the foreseeable future.



When her prisoner made no move to comply with the command, Ulrica shouted again.

" I said get that clown getup off! Strip! I'm speaking English. Can't you even understand your own language, you stupid bitch?"


When Abigail realized what the Nazi wanted, she reacted indignantly, which was just what Ulrica wanted.  The evil Nazi had an overwhelming desire to establish her own total dominance over the big, haughty, blonde woman. She was certain another savage beating would be a good start. Even if it didn't work, it would be fun to do. Moreover, this was the time to do it. She was no fool, and knew the encounter on the channel island was a very near battle. It might have easily ended with American Virtue victorious. The American beauty was bigger and stronger than she was, and an excellent fighter, as skillful as any Ulrica ever faced. It had taken some extraordinarily dirty, foul tactics to even the odds and get the upper hand, not that Ulrica had any qualms about using foul tactics. Just now,  Abigail was still weak and disoriented by the shock of her defeat and the ensuing ordeal.  Ulrica was certain she could gain a quick, cheap win, without much effort on her part.

Yes! Now was the time! When Abigail predictably stammered her outraged refusal, Ulrica grabbed the front of her blue uniform bodice, and cocked her right fist.





Abigail's protests were cut short by a hard right fist slamming into her face from close range.

 

The first punch nearly knocked
American Virtue out cold. She couldn't mount any defense, as Ulrica mercilessly plowed fist after fist into her stiff, aching, body.

 

Ulrica's merciless fists drove the big blonde captive from one side of the room to the other. A battered Abigail tried to protest or even beg Ulrica to stop, but the Nazi cut her cries short with her fists. It was best to make this a lesson the prisoner would long remember.







In moments, Ulrica beat the near defenseless American prisoner into submission. The final punch knocked Abigail to the floor. She sobbed in resignation to another defeat, and sniffled her promise to obey Ulrica's orders.



Whimpering and snuffling, miserably, Gail climbed awkwardly to her feet, and removed the proud costume that she was all to aware, she had disgraced. Ulrica watched like a hawk, while she brandished a short riding crop. Ulrica's leering inspection of Abigail's denuded body, made the virtuous American woman uneasy and ashamed.



In moments Abigail had
obediently removed her proud red boots and blue leotard under Ulrica's beady gaze, and snapped commands. Naked but for her pink undies, Abigail modestly tried to conceal her sizeable breasts from the Nazi's cruel eyes. That gaze made her feel dirty. A moment later Ulrica seized the panties, Abigail's last garment, and roughly slid them down her long muscular legs. Gail wailed in shamed modesty, but her pleas were answered only by mocking sneers.



Once  naked, Ulrica carefully prepared her weeping captive, to be paraded through the streets of the Nazi Capital. She ordered Gail, to redon her famous red and white  starred boots, and her matching waist sash. Next, she handcuffed Gail's arms behind her back, once more; then she fastened a dog's choke chain around her neck, while holding tightly to the attached dog leash. The final indignity was a sign, dangling from Gail's neck, proclaiming the defeated, disgraced American Virtue to be the 'Property of the SS.' Ulrica allowed the captive just enough vestiges of her proud uniform to identify her as the renowned American crimefighter, as well as to emphasize her humiliating nudity.



Seconds later, Ulrica led her prisoner through the streets of Berlin, proceeded by an entire Battalion of SS troopers and a loud brass band. She kept Abigail moving at a smart pace, with frequent swipes of her riding  crop across Abigail's big, bouncing, naked buttocks. Ulrica had considered parading the prisoner barefoot, but decided the boots were necessary to clearly identify the woman as American Virtue. The boots, of course, also added to Abigail's imposing stature, and magnificently developed physique. It was important to Ulrica to emphasize, that she had soundly defeated this tall, imposing blonde beauty, in one-on-one combat, though herself a much smaller woman.

Ulrica was rewarded by jeers from the crowd at the size difference, that made the Nazi victory all the more spectacular. The disgraced American hung her head in shame. How could she have failed her country so disastrously?





As they marched through the streets to the chancery, the jeers and catcalls from the large crowd grew louder and more derisive, nearly drowning the blare of the brass band.



The unruly, jeering mob began to pelt American Virtue with street debris. A half-rotted tomato struck Gail in the face. The crowd cheered wildly at the indignity.



Another of the mob threw an even more foul, offensive missile, that struck the other side of
the beautiful captive's face.



By the time the procession reached the reviewing stand, American Virtue was smeared by the street filth, hurled at her.  At first Ulrica pushed the sobbing, disgraced heroine down on her knees, in deference to the Fuhrer, but then thinking better of that idea, she kicked the weeping woman on to her belly, abjectly prostrate before the evil, German Ruler
.



F
lung down on her face, before the Fuhrer's dais, American Virtue grovelled on her belly, face pressed into the mire, neck under the boot heel of the vile Nazi Witch who had beaten and shamed her.  Ulrica proudly gave the hateful Nazi salute to her evil, depraved leader. Abigail Winthrop sobbed loudly in her dishonored shame.



Following the ceremony, Ulrica was feted in a champagne reception by Himmler and his staff.  American Virtue was roughly thrown naked into a cell in the lowest dungeon of SS Headquarters. Much later that evening, Ulrica herself, came down, to unofficially visit her prisoner. She locked the door of the anteroom, leading to the cell, for privacy. There, she
also undressed. The door to the cell was solid steel with no window. Ulrica carefully observed the prisoner through a tiny aperture, built into the cell wall, undetectable from inside the cell.

The Evil Nazi woman intended to confront Abigail, one on one, with no aid readily available. Her intention certainly involved some potential, personal danger. After all,
American Virtue was a large powerful woman, much bigger, and arguably stronger than Ulrica, and a renowned champion at hand-to-hand combat. Only Ulrica knew how close to defeat she had been at several points in the island fight. Of course, she'd also given the prisoner a second savage beating, preparing for the triumphal parade, but... "Always best to be careful."

O
ne glance, and the Nazi was sure, she had nothing to worry about. Nevertheless, she warily observed for several more minutes to be absolutely certain.

Naked, American Virtue sat slumped on her cot, head in her hands, sobbing and whimpering in misery. Stripped of all her haughty pride, she was
quite obviously, a broken woman. The supposedly, ever-victorious Champion of Democracy, had been brutally defeated, by a smaller weaker Nazi woman, and cravenly begged the swaggering Nazi bully for mercy, all recorded ON CAMERA. Then she was paraded, naked, and unmasked, ON A LEASH, through the streets of Berlin, jeered, ogled, called foul names, and pelted with foul refuse, again ON CAMERA. The film of her defeat and disgrace was already being distributed to the world. Her failure gave the Evil Nazis a priceless propaganda victory. The failure was all her own fault. How could she ever face her fellow Americans? How could she even live with herself?



"Mmmm. Doesn't look very dangerous tonight; more like a scared goose!" Ulrica concluded.

Even so, as she entered the cell, Ulrica was on her guard.

The cell door suddenly clanged open. Ulrica, herself, arrogantly swaggered in, alone and unarmed, AND NAKED. When Ulrica slammed the door behind her, American Virtue felt a horrifying premonition. She jumped nervously to her feet, to face the vicious woman who had destroyed her reputation. AND her life. The big, naked blonde cringed against the wall, trying to cover her vulnerable nakedness.

Ulrica leered at her prisoner, insolently inspecting her lewdly exposed charms. Then, boldly, she reached out to cup Abigail's excitingly up-tilted bosom.

"C'mere SLUT!" Ulrica demanded.



Though the mere sight of her nemesis filled her with awful dread, Abigail indignantly tried to protect her chaste virtue.

"
How dare you? Let me go! Darn you! I demand you let me go. You have no right..."

Ulrica cut off Abigail's tremulous wails.


"Shut up, you stupid bimbo. You stuck those big tits into Nazi business. Now they belong to me!" Ulrica snarled, as she possessively grabbed the bigger woman around the waist.



Abigail struggled frantically to escape Ulrica's lascivious, sapphic embrace. Horrifying as her predicament was, she was much too intimidated by Ulrica, now, to dare try to fight her off.



Even though Abigail did not fight back, the terrified struggling of her big, powerful body, was too much
for Ulrica to keep under control.



Abigail nearly escaped the Nazi's clutches This infuriated Ulrica. She grabbed two hand fulls of Abigail's blond curls, and dragged her closer.



To establish her dominance, Ulrica twisted Gail's head down to forcefully kiss her, on the mouth. Gail struggled, desperately, in disgust to escape, but the odious Ulrica's iron grip held her powerless to escape.





As Abigail reeled from the effects of the deep passionate kiss, Ulrica shifted target, and began sucking on her nipple.



Terrified  and disgusted by Ulrica's grossly inappropriate audacity, Gail panicked and again, tried to escape from the abusive, Nazi pervert. She shoved the aggressive smaller woman away and tried to flee.



Unfortunately, there was nowhere to run, in the tiny cell. T
he frantic, blonde beauty barely took a step, before Ulrica caught her by the hair again, and dragged her back.



Abigail continued to struggle and protest. Ulrica reacted with savage speed to counter the larger woman's reticence. With no warning,
she drove her fist deep into the cringing blond's belly, still sore and bruised, from her previous disastrous encounters with the Nazi.



Cowed by that single, cruel punch the irreproachable exemplar of wholesome, American womanhood, sobbingly, submitted to Ulrica's lust.  American Virtue could NOT face another brutally painful, and humiliating beating. After a lifetime of successes, those first decisive defeats were traumatic; crushing all of her once forceful, haughty self-confidence.



Now that she had intimidated her, Ulrica was free to debauch American Virtue as she wished. She grabbed her big beautiful victim's left arm, and rammed it behind her in a painful hammerlock, ignoring the weeping woman's pathetic pleas.



Once in Ulrica's dominant grip, American Virtue wailed and shrieked in protest, but fearfully allowed the evil Nazi to bully and abuse her. American Virtue's craven surrender to lustful, Nazi molestation was an appalling sight none could have imagined three days before.




Her intimidated victim securely under her control, Ulrica brutally showed the horrified Abigail Winthrop a sample of Nazi wooing. She stabbed her fingers directly into Abigail's sweet, rosebud pussy.



"Stop it...stop it...ohh you Horrid Beast..." Gail screamed in horror, at the
mortifying shock of such shameful, barbarity. It was too terrible to contemplate. The Evil Nazi's fingers were actually inside her delicate genitalia. The odious Witch was using Abigail's gorgeous body to gratify her perverted lust.



Abigail was unable to escape that
despicable grasp, and Ulrica shamed and humbled the proud American Beauty. She had already done it physically; now she did it sexually.  Abigail wept bitterly at the horrifying discovery that Ulrica's skilled fingers had unerringly found the spot that could turn the passionate Blonde to jelly. Abigail fell helplessly under the Nazi's erotic control. Experienced in depravity, Ulrica slyly recognized her victim's passionate surrender. She contemptuously released the other woman's left arm.

"Ja! You are enjoying this too much,
you WHORE! You won't try and get loose!"  The Nazi sneered contemptuously.



The force of her orgasm was so intense, Gail fell to her knees
nearly swooning.

 

Ulrica met the slightest sign of resistance with enthusiastic discipline. Abigail's obvious reluctance to comply with
Ulrica's vile demand was sufficient cause for more punishment. The vicious Nazi rapidly smacked Abigail's beautiful face from one side to the other, until her head was ringing. Only a few days earlier, at the first such slap, American Virtue would have retaliated with irresistible force. Now, beaten and naked, her spirit broken, the terrorized prisoner wailed for mercy, instead.



The cringing American heroine, humbled by multiple defeats, fearfully submitted to Ulrica's harsh bitch-slapping, Ulrica had taught her, who was her master.





Ulrica smacked her cowering victim, until Gail was sobbing and pleading desperately.



Ulrica felt a warm glow of pride. She had so terrorized the formerly fearless American heroine, as to reduce her to abject
whimpering obedience. Tears spilled down the terrorized beauty's flaming cheeks.



Ulrica grabbed Abigail's wrists and pulled her down, so her face was almost nuzzling her own pussy. She could feel the gorgeous blonde trembling in fright, more likely, fright AND revulsion.











Ulrica climaxed quickly and was sated, for now. With a yawn, she realized she was exhausted. Aside from catnaps on the motor launch across the channel, and on the railroad journey to Berlin, she had hardly rested since her triumph over American Virtue two days before.



With another yawn, Ulrica snickered. "Tomorrow's another day. See you tomorrow. Bet you can't wait, eh, Liebchen?" Ulrica turned and swaggered from the cell. American Virtue sobbed even louder as the cell door clanged shut. For the rest of the night, and much of the next day, the beautiful prisoner crouched on the floor, trembling in terror of another night of involuntary debauchery.

The next evening, Ulrica was delayed by meetings with SS higher ups. Abigail began to hope that maybe, she was to be spared further degradation. She waited nervously. It was nearly 2200 hours when the door suddenly clanged open. Forlorn hope dashed, Abigail jumped to her feet in alarm. Once more Ulrica was naked, so there was no doubt of her intentions.  Abigail tried to swallow the giant lump in her throat, and defy the Nazi woman. Despite the imposing force of her muscular form, American Virtue looked about as threatening as a rabbit backing away from a fierce fox. Her tremulous stammered threat of retaliation elicited a snort of derision from Ulrica.
 


As Ulrica advanced further into the cell, American Virtue backed fearfully nervously away from the Nazi, her open hands spread wide in supplication. She was wide open; and too scared to mount any real defense. Ulrica was not one to waste such an opening. Swift and deadly as a Rattler, she smashed her hard right fist to the Big Woman's chin.



Abigail crashed to the cell floor half senseless. Ulrica sneeringly laughed in derision.



Having completed the Nazi concept of foreplay, Ulrica was now ready for more. "What shall we do tonight? Ach! A different position, I think." 


Still chortling, the vicious Nazi swiftly rolled her hapless prisoner, over on her back.
Abigail squealed helplessly. The Big Blonde was doubtlessly stronger than Ulrica, but her strength melted away in terror of the small, dominant sadist. Ulrica had broken and subjugated the proud, American heroine in only three days. Now, it was easy to manhandle her like a helpless puppet.



Proud, haughty Abigail Winthrop
trembled fearfully, as Ulrica, squatted down, straddling her upper chest and neck. Ulrica raised her open hand threateningly, and Abigail flinched, then begged and pleaded, submissively. 

Was it possible? American Virtue, a compliant sex slave, terrified of displeasing her cruel mistress?
Sadly, it was not only possible but true. The vile Nazi had broken American Virtue! In place of the triumphant crimefighter, aristocratic heiress and esteemed, business executive lay a humbled, disgraced sex toy.

 

Abigail gagged, as she had no choice but to look up at Ulrica's pussy, already wet with anticipation. Horrifying as her situation was, though, this absolute, abject impotence, somehow excited her. It was as though the masterful Ulrica owned her, by right of conquest, and had won the right to her servile worship. She felt a tingling in her nipples and lower body, as she submitted to the Vile Nazi's authority.



The humbled sex slave knew what was expected. She kissed Ulrica's pussy lips, and then subserviently licked and sucked at her clitoris. Abigail's own clitoris responded as well, and she felt the hot wetness between her legs.

"Oh Dear God, why is this exciting me so. I must be some kind of degenerate."



Ulrica normally spoke English with scarce any accent, but in the throes of passion, her harsh Germanic accent became considerably more pronounced. American Virtue clenched her fists desperately trying not to come, and lost the struggle.



Following her orgasm, Ulrica sat on Abigail's neck, panting deeply. Then slowly, she rose, looking down speculatively at her traumatized victim. American Virtue was still trembling at the intensity of her own shameful, sexual submission to Ulrica's lust.

Ulrica pondered. "Har har! She looks the perfect picture of outraged virtue. What should I do to her now?  Outrage her virtue some more, I think. Ja!"

The Nazi seized her distracted prey by
the ankles, and jerked Abigail's legs, into the air, at an awkward, vulnerable angle. Abigail shrieked in terror. Was Ulrica about to kick her in the crotch? Instinctively, she felt the cold clasping tremor of anticipatory alarm in her vitals. Abigail felt the cold sweat on her forehead as she waited. The expected kick never came. Instead, Ulrica almost seductively, caressed Abigail's genitalia with her toe.

"Ever had a foot job, Bitch?"
Ulrica snickered. At first, Abigail had no idea what Ulrica meant or intended. Then she felt Ulrica's big toe tantalizingly caress her vaginal lips. Realization of Ulrica's perverted intention came to her in a sickening shock.

"OH MY GOD! Would the horrible swine
try to make me cum,
with her foot, i-in my pussy? N-no one would..."

But t
he swinish Ulrica would do THAT, and do it, with sick, perverted delight!  A moment later, she thrust those horrible toes deep into Abigail's vagina.  They wriggled inside the hapless American heroine, like unclean, repellent worms. Abigail shrieked angrily in protest, and nearly called Ulrica a 'bitch'. She bit back the insult just in time. Furious and disgusted as she might be, she was too terrified at what Ulrica would do to her, for such an offense. Instead she swallowed the last vestiges of self-respect, and pleaded pitifully, and of course, uselessly.



Smirking derisively at her victim's anguished pleas, the heartless Ulrica callously plunged most of her foot even deeper into Abigail's near virginal, sexual portal.



The captive heroine couldn't stop screaming, in shock and pain. Yet, as Ulrica masterfully stimulated her sensitive clitoris, Abigail felt a rush of heady excitement. She couldn't help herself; she eagerly massaged her sharp, rock-hard nipples. 
Eagle-eyed Ulrica didn't miss Abigail's impassioned reaction, and taunted her viciously. Abigail's face flushed in shame, but even shame could not quell her intense sexual arousal.



 The vicious Nazi callously ridiculed the paragon of pure American womanhood, as a hypocritical slut. The cruel derision was like acid burning her very soul, but Abigail could do nothing to prevent her violated body from exploding in a massive orgasm.



When Ulrica finally slammed the iron door behind her, that night, Abigail stumbled to her feet and fell across the hard cot. She always considered herself a decent, moral woman. American Virtue was a shining role model, and inspiration to her country's girlhood. Yet tonight the depraved Ulrica had again humbled and degraded her, used her
like a wanton trollop, and she had cum repeatedly, like a wanton trollop.

"Dear God! I've disgraced myself, again. I'm a helpless plaything in her hands!" America Virtue sobbed long into the night.
Those who knew Abigail Winthrop, or were familiar with her alter ego, American Virtue, could never have believed that such a strong, proud woman could be reduced to a shameless trollop, grovelling to a vile, Nazi deviant.



As the horrible night went on, Abigail tried to remember that just a week ago, she was one of her country's most fearless heroines. "How can I let myself be degraded this way? I'm a strong woman. Nothing ever scared me before in my life. Yet, I nearly wet myself, when she so much as frowns at me! I'm SO ASHAMED! If there was any way, I'd kill myself! I don't deserve to live. If I let her do those horrible things to me another night, I'll never regain my self-respect! Oh God, what can I do? I've got to stand up to her. I mustn't let that horrible creature bully and rape me again tonight. I've got to beat her!"

During that sleepless night Abigail formulated a plan, to turn the tables on Ulrica, and make the demoness suffer as she had suffered. "I've got to surprise her, and get the upper hand first. I must attack her as soon as she comes through the door." As the dawn broke, Abigail had formed her plans. As the day went on she was almost looking foreword to Ulrica coming through that door.

At last, the moment arrived. She heard Ulrica bang open the door to the anteroom. Gail leaped nimbly to to stand poised on the cot, her heart rapidly beating in anticipation.

She knew she had a few minutes to wait. Ulrica would be stripping off her clothes before she entered the cell, eager for a night of depraved entertainment.

"Tonight, it's going to be my turn. I don't care if I beat the horrible bitch to death. They'd probably shoot me, but it would be worth it." Abigail's nipples tingled at the thought of her fists pounding Ulrica to jelly.

There was one flaw in Abigail's plan. She didn't know about Ulrica's concealed peephole. Once she was naked, Ulrica cautiously peeped into the cell. She saw Abigail standing on the cot, poised to spring.

"Oho! The Big Cow thinks she's going to jump me, when I come through the door. Well, I don't want to disappoint her!"



The door clanged open.
As American Virtue sprang at the hated Nazi, she experienced a tingling wetness between her magnificent thighs. This was the first time in her career, American Virtue was sexually aroused by going into combat. Ulrica had taught her much. YES! She was going to enjoy mercilessly beating the dirty Nazi Witch into submission, or worse.

Ulrica came into the cell, swaggering nonchalantly, as though totally unaware of any potential danger. The crafty Nazi was tense as a steel spring, though. She had turned just enough to catch Abigail's movements from the corner of her eye. She saw Abigail leap; heard her fierce martial arts battle cry.



Springing her trap, Abigail was caught in Ulrica's counter trap, instead. A split second before Abigail landed on her back, Ulrica  pivoted slightly, and rammed her elbow backward. The Nazi's aim was precisely on target. Her hard, bony elbow drove squarely into Abigail's pussy with explosive force.



With a shriek, the big, blond American collapsed on the floor. On her knees, Abigail clutched at her wounded womanhood, squalling in pain and shock. Ulrica snickered derisively, gloating at her victim's distress.



"No! NO! NOOOOO! Not again! Once more the evil Ulrica had outmaneuvered America's great champion, and the failure would bring swift, ruthless retaliation. With all her might, Ulrica smashed her hard right fist into the captive's rounded chin. Gail saw stars. She nearly blacked out from the force of the blow.



Before her befuddled prisoner keeled over, Ulrica grabbed the big woman around the waist, and hauled her to her feet, then into the air. Ulrica was undoubtedly an incredibly powerful woman, but even so, she had to struggle to support the captive's heavy, inert body.
As she hefted the big American off the floor, Ulrica rammed her knee into Abigail's already badly mauled pussy.



The terrible, painful shock to her genitalia brought Gail fully to her senses, with a sharp cry. Oh God NO! Her ambush had backfired, miserably; Ulrica had snared her instead.
Those relentless arms were already clamped shut around her waist, and
Ulrica had already hoisted her off her feet, robbing her of all leverage.
 


"NO! NO!" Trapped in those awful, gorilla arms again. For a moment Abigail was furious at another failure, but then, even worse she was scared. Could it be? American Virtue scared? In fact, American Virtue gave way to total panic, gulping fearfully in despair. She remembered in their first fight she'd been supremely confident that Ulrica could never subdue the mighty American Virtue, with this primitive hold. And, she'd never forget Ulrica teaching her better, crushing her body, until she passed out in the Nazi's arms.



No! She had failed again! The failure would cost her dear. Frustration and panic drove American Virtue into a frenzy. She squirmed and kicked frantically. She beat at Ulrica's head with her fists, and kicked her powerful legs, wildly. It was no use. Ulrica buried her bullet head between Abigail's sumptuous breasts, so that regal, buoyant bosom shielded her; she forced her steely legs between the big Blond's ripe thighs, making the frantic kicks futile, as well.
 

"Dear God! I can't escape. She's too strong!" Abigail's powerful legs curled in alarm, rubbing against the Nazi's legs, much to Ulrica's amusement.
 

"Har, har! Guess you really enjoy me beating the crap out of you. You're humping me like a bitch in heat, and you're pussy's leaking all over my leg!"

"Dear God! It's true!" Austere, righteous Abigail Bradford was erotically overwhelmed by her dire predicament. "I'm ready to explode...Oh God help me..." Gail was sickened by the awful confirmation of her worst fears. She was totally aroused by Ulrica's domination and abuse.

"No, No!
Did I unconsciously let her outsmart me, because I wanted her do this to me? Am I that sick?" Abigail never suspected so depraved a weakness might lurk in some dark corner of her soul. How could the indomitable American Virtue crave the evil Nazi to be her Master?



Abigail's frantic struggles swiftly exhausted her. She could scarcely breathe, as Ulrica crushed her middle. Every time she tried to snatch a breath, those awful arms tightened some more, like pythons. As she grew weaker and weaker, she tried to control those disgusting sensations inflaming her loins. "Oh God No...Can't help myself..." Her throbbing genitals were plastered against Ulrica's steely thigh, but it was Ulrica's increasing mastery over her that was so perversely exciting. Being subdued was something the masterful blonde had never experienced, before encountering Ulrica. She had been fully in charge of nearly every situation in her adult life. The small Nazi woman had
ruthlessly broken her will, and she had an uncontrollable urge to kneel at the feet of the forceful, overbearing dominatrix. The weak must bend to the strong.
 

Ulrica was also atremble with arousal. What could be better than controlling and dominating this magnificent foe? It was like breaking a fierce, wild mare.

"She'll serve me like a dog, when I finish with her!" Ulrica gloated.






Lack of oxygen was taking its toll. Things were growing dark and dim. Abigail's wearied arms and legs drooped uselessly. And that terrible shameful arousal totally possessed her, now.

"Merciful God...NO! Pussy so wet... sh-she's making me cum again..."

"Ooooooooaaaaaa...yesssssssss." American Virtue screamed as her body exploded with the shameful, humiliating pleasure.



That horribly intense orgasm was too much to bear. It was the last thing Abigail remembered before
she swooned.

Ulrica felt the big lush body of her victim, shiver and go limp, after that fearsome erotic submission. How utterly delicious! She surrendered to a powerful orgasm herself.



With an occasional soft moan, Gail stopped struggling and dangled limply from the brutal Nazi's gorilla arms. Ulrica continued to hold the unconscious woman erect a few more moments, just to be sure. Besides, she enjoyed exerting total mastery over the woman, universally celebrated, as invincible.

"Hah, hah! Those newsreels show just how invincible this overgrown bitch really was, when she had to fight Ulrica."

Then displaying amazing strength, Ulrica suspended the American's large, heavy body, with just one hand locked around the wrist, as she chained her to the shackles in the ceiling.



Just as Ulrica finished chaining her, the hapless prisoner came to her senses. Ulrica retrieved her quirt and waved it threateningly in the bound American's face. Gail gulped nervously; she was helpless to even try to defend herself. Without further hesitation, Ulrica grabbed her victim between the legs, clawing and pinching mercilessly.  Gail shrieked loudly and indignantly, until Ulrica slashed the
devilish quirt across those boldly out-thrust buttocks.



Ulrica clawed and squeezed Gail's genitalia excruciatingly.
It felt like Ulrica was tearing her pussy to shreds. The pain was terrible. Yet once again, the terrible pain was perversely exciting.The quirt lashing her big bottom further fueled Abigail's carnal excitement.

"Dear God! The more she hurts me, the more excited I get!"



The vicious Nazi beast slashed Gail's jutting bottom cheeks, with mad abandon, eliciting continuous screams of pain. At the same time she ripped and tore at Gail's sensitive pussy. Horribly, the unendurable pain aroused Abigail, as she had never been aroused. Her pussy grew wetter each second. Were her terrible cries, those of pain or pleasure?





As Gail alternately shrieked in pain and rapture, Ulrica was again ready to explode herself. Bullying the captive into another orgasm was better than a powerful aphrodisiac.




Ulrica was sure Abigail could not control that frenzied excitement a moment longer. Nor could she. With a maniacal shriek of laughter, Ulrica plunged her riding quirt between Abigail's well blistered buttocks, and drove it deep into her rectum. The vicious violation drove both women over the edge.



The shock and horror of the bestial rape overcame American Virtue. She passed out completely, for the third time that night, and dangled pathetically from her chains.



Much to Ulrica's amusement her quirt still waggled, obscenely, between Abigail's violated bottom cheeks.

"Har, har! Well that can stay there. I'm not touching it again. I'll get a new one tomorrow. Besides it looks good, rammed up that bitch's tight ass!"




The dawn was breaking when Abigail slowly came to her senses. She was still suspended from the chains, that horrifying awful quirt still lodged ludicrously in her behind, her delicate pussy scratched and sore. Her arms were numb, paralyzed by pain. I
t was at that moment the despondent captive gave up hope and surrendered herself, to despair. Eventually, the guards released Abigail from the manacles. One grinning SS Man jerked the quirt from her behind, with a savage tug. Sneering: "Ja, Heinz, this American whore looks like she really enjoyed what Ulrica did to her. Her legs are still covered with dry cum."

When the brutes left her alone, Abigail collapsed on the floor and crouched against the wall, sobbing softly.

"Dear God! What a fool I was to challenge her again. I never stood a chance against that devil. She toyed with me, as though I were a child. No
foe ever defeated American Virtue, before, but Ulrica easily beats me every time we fight. And it gets easier for her, every time, too. I might as well admit to myself that I'm no match for her, and...and th-that I'm terrified of her. I'm not only a loser, but a coward too! Why can't I beat her, why?"

Abigail tried to figure out why Ulrica had come to dominate her, so easily, and so completely.
"I know I'm stronger than she is, and quicker, too. I'm not being, conceited, but I'm a heck of a lot more intelligent than she is. I'm sure I'm even more skillful at hand-to-hand combat. But Ulrica beats me and overwhelms me every time I try to fight her."

Ulrica had two advantages, that proved decisive, though. Such intelligence as she possessed, was entirely devoted to winning fights. And, while Abigail detested inflicting pain, Ulrica gloried in it. She derived a sick erotic pleasure from defeating and hurting her victims.

"Oh Dear God! Is it because I like her doing those disgusting things to me? That first night, it was horrible; I hated the vile things she did to me, but even so, I came, and not once either. Now, she just has to look at me, and...and...I can't help thinking about Ulrica doing those awful things to me, as though I want it and like it."
 

Abigail felt her pussy getting wet and her nipples stiffen to sharp hard spikes. Those disgusting painful things Ulrica did to her, aroused her passion as nothing else ever had. The hated knowledge only increased her self-disgust and self-loathing. "Oh God! No, no...I'm starting to get aroused, just thinking about her. She's like an invincible pagan goddess. I-I want to throw myself at her feet, and kiss them. No, no! What am I saying...I don't...I don't...I hate her, but...but..."
 

That night, Abigail offered no resistance when Ulrica abused, and degraded her. Scarcely a week after that fateful morning American Virtue first boldly confronted Ulrica, the brutal Nazi had totally mastered and broken the proud, haughty American heroine.  As soon as Ulrica entered the cell, Abigail dropped to her knees and grovelled at the Nazi's feet: "like a fawning bitch spaniel." As Ulrica later described it to her colleagues.



Ulrica then reminded her hapless prisoner of the proper form of greeting to a victorious, Teutonic woman.



The evil dominatrix led the sobbing Abigail around the cell by a tight grip on her hair. Ulrica snickered "I keep forgetting to bring that dog collar and leash, from the parade, for you, Bitch. Despite her loud sobs, Abigail's pussy was dripping.  Ulrica too was much aroused. What could be better? She had subjugated and totally broken
this tall junoesque woman, admired throughout the world, for her strength and courage.

"She doesn't look very strong and courageous tonight!" Ulrica thought with a thrill of erotic pleasure.

Indeed the pathetic, cringing woman at Ulrica's feet looked anything but strong and courageous.




After she paraded her distraught captive around the small cell, Ulrica gave a new command. Terrified of inadvertently disobeying the vicious Nazi, Abigail fearfully asked for clarification.



With hasty, servile obedience, Abigail awkwardly contorted her splendid, athletic body to accommodate the harsh, frightening Nazi's demand. Yet in her terror, she also experienced a tingling sexual excitement. In disgust, she admitted to herself that she desired abuse from Ulrica more than anything. Ulrica's own excitement was greatly enhanced looking down at her abjectly cringing slave.

"Hah! The American pig is enjoying this as much as I am. Even I never thought I could do that to her in just a week."



Once she obeyed the harsh command, Abigail did not need further clarification. She obediently, yes
eagerly, tongued the Nazi's clitoris. Her aristocratic nose was buried in the tight crevice separating Ulrica's buttocks. Rather than disgust and shame, the fastidious heiress, felt only sexual excitement.



Y'r doing good, Slut! You deserve a reward. Finger yourself! har, har!" Ulrica's harsh laughter filled the cell.

Could anything be more degrading than to masterbated for the amusement of the depraved Nazi. The thought of degradation no longer mattered to American Virtue. Instead, her pussy was wet and tingling in excitement at her humbling subservience to the evil Nazi woman. Abigail had almost initiated the action on her own; only her terror at displeasing Ulrica had restrained her. Now she eagerly complied with a desperate urgency.

 

When Ulrica was finally satiated, she stepped off of Abigail's face. The big Blond collapsed on the floor. Ulrica looked down at her conquest, with arrogant satisfaction, and snickered in derision.

"
America's UNCONQUERABLE Superheroine! Hard to believe the most dangerous criminals once fled in terror from a worthless, belly-crawling slut, like you! What a pathetic, contemptible fraud! Ha! Ha! In just one week, Little Ulrica MET you, CONQUERED you, DISGRACED you, and made you MY groveling, slutty, little floozie!"

The beautiful blond  American heroine, long the ICON of Triumphant, Virtuous, American Womanhood, cringed in despair. It was TRUE! She had thought herself indomitable and unbreakable. Yet Ulrica  had proved stronger, and incredibly more ruthless. Yes! The evil Nazi had, indeed,
totally mastered her! Her final thought as she passed out was: "How could I have sunk so low?"



epilogue

Early next morning, Ulrica departed for an important new assignment. She had been appointed head of security for the secret installation at Peenemunde.

American Virtue had served Nazi propaganda purposes, admirably. With Ulrica gone, the SS had little further use for the disgraced, defiled beauty. After a series of boisterous gang rapes, Abigail was shipped off to a semi-official brothel in Hamburg. When the war ended in Europe, it was several months before the apathetic, dockside whore, could make contact with American Authorities. To avoid starvation, Abigail was obliged to continue working in the bordello. Now, she catered to drunken Soviet troops, who paid for her services in either black bread or beatings.

Briefly, Abigail even became a mud wrestler,
but Ulrica had beaten the spirit out of her.  She had lost all confidence in her fighting skills. Now, she was a laughing stock and butt of jokes. She was so easily intimidated, that she ended most of her matches, face down in the mud, with some harsh faced Fraulein kneeling astride her middle.

At last she was able to contact the American Occupation Authorities. The woman who was once America's idol, inspiration, and favorite pin-up girl, was received with scorn and contempt. The High Command grudgingly allowed her to return home. Her low priority status meant she was
given passage in a cargo ship carrying a mixed shipment of bovine and porcine cargo.

Although Abigail Bradford was still a wealthy woman, the other stockholders in her publishing empire, barred her from any participation in management. At first she was accused of being a Nazi Agent, and collaborator, and then when the public mood shifted, she was accused of being a Soviet Spy. She was  hailed before the House Un-American Activities Committee. Unable to satisfactorily answer the loaded questions posed by greasy, headline-hunting, political hacks, she was sentenced to nine months in a Federal Penitentiary for perjury. Upon release, a poll named her 'Most hated Woman In America', edging out Eleanor Roosevelt and Ethel Rosenberg. Many of the criminals she put in prison in the 1930's were just being released, and she barely survived several violent attempts on her life. Years later, in an attempted appearance on the television show, "What's My Line.", she was booed off stage. The show's producers apologized for a glaring  lapse of good taste.


On the other hand, at war's end, Ulrica von Damn was courted by both American and Soviet Intelligence agencies. After a few weeks satisfying a colonel who liked to be spanked before sex, she was flown directly to Washington D. C.  Although she did not provide any useful information to the CIA, she was a very popular, highly paid courtesan of the political class.

Ulrica eventually made her way to Hollywood, where in the post war years, wearing a blond wig, she made a very successful and lucrative career, starring in such films as: "Ulrica, She-Beast of Berlin.", "Ulrica, Whip Lady of the SS.", "Ulrica, Harem Mistress of the Desert.",  "Ulrica, Hitler's Dominatrix.", "Ulrica, Tigress of the Steppes." "Ulrica, Scourge of Paris." and her final, most popular extravaganza, "
Ulrica Violates America's Darling." That film recounted American Virtue's harrowing ordeal as Ulrica's cowering slut.  Abigail Bradford was traumatized by the poster, that  appeared everywhere, and showed Ulrica with long blond hair, destroying a cowering figure, wearing a salacious parody of that uniform once revered by every proud American.



A lawsuit failed to prevent the release of the film.  A television documentary, based on the footage of the encounter, between Ulrica and American Virtue  made by the Nazi Film Crew, was a popular rerun well into the 1970's. Grainy 8mm copies of the illicit, private film meant only for high ranking Nazi officials, and made secretly, of Ulrica's sexual domination of the unfortunate, nude blonde captive, was a top seller in Times Square pornography shops for years and was still selling in the 1990's, once transferred to VHS tape. A rumor is afloat that they may someday be available on clips4sale.

The End