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 of 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 the 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.
Flung 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."
One 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. The
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 the 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. It 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