WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, f/f rape and other perversities. The subject matter may also be considered sacrilegious, or even blasphemous, by some. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.
Heavenly Justice. Part 1.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

A few years ago, a young American archaeologist, Dr. Judith Spector, doing field work in the Holy Land, made an astounding discovery. Buried under a pile of rubble, atop a small hill, was the entrance to an ancient temple. She carefully began to clear away the debris, exactingly cataloging it as she worked. Before long, she uncovered an inscription, in the ancient language of the land.  As she painstakingly deciphered the inscription, her heart began to beat faster with excitement.

"My gosh! This  temple  is not only dedicated to Asherah, but the inscription identifies her as the 'Consort and Beloved' of Yahweh. Before this there's been hardly any archeological evidence that Yahweh ever had a wife, who was worshipped alongside of Him!"

Judith had done her doctoral thesis on the Hebrew Goddess. She had argued that in ancient times, the people had worshipped a divine couple, Yahweh and Asherah as equals. As time went on, religion became more male dominated, and Asherah was written out of the official scriptures; Her role as the co-creator was downgraded and denied. Eventually those who still worshipped Her were persecuted as worshippers of idols. Though forcibly removed from official sources, Asherah's memory was kept alive in tradition, as the Shekhinah, the feminine presence of God in the temple, as the Queen of Shabbat, and as the Matronit. Judith urged that a return to the proper worship of the feminine Asherah would make the world a better, more righteous place.


Judith was so overcome by emotion, at finding confirmation for her beliefs and love of Asherah, that she impulsively began to pray to the Goddess.

"O Dear Lady please return to us! Only Your Divine Maternal Presence can heal the world's ills!"

Suddenly, from nowhere, there stood before Judith, a tall, beautiful woman, who seemed to glow with an inner light of strength and goodness.

So commanding was the womanly figure's presence, that Judith instinctively and worshipfully fell to her knees before the apparition.

The Heavenly figure reached out and put  a kindly gentle hand on Judith's head. "Rise, Daughter!" She said gently and kindly.

In melodious voice, she told the young archeologist: "I have heard your prayer, My daughter, and am moved by your goodness and wisdom! In answer to your heartfelt prayer, I will make you My right Arm to carry out My Design! You will soar through the sky like the eagle to seek out wrongdoers! You shall have the strength of the lioness, guarding her young, to protect the innocent! Now rise My Messenger!"


The Goddess touched Judith's shoulder again, and her rough work clothes disappeared, to be replaced by a gleaming scarlet uniform of righteousness. Judith felt incredible new strengths in her body and mind.


With that, the Divine Apparition disappeared, as swiftly as She had come. Was it all a dream? Judith glanced down wonderingly, again at the brilliant red costume. Was it really true, or a dream? Did she really new possess the powers the Goddess promised? Experimentally, the young woman bent, and tugged at a mammoth stone block. It moved easily at her touch. She lifted! A moment later, she hoisted the huge granite block, weighing several tons, high over her head, as though it were weightless.

"It's true! It's true!" Judith cried in amazement.


Overwhelmed by the excitement, of her new abilities, the young archeologist leaped in the air in exultant joy. Instead of dropping back to the earth, she found herself, hovering effortlessly several feet above the ground. She extended her arm and flew higher. Higher and higher, she flew in joyous circles. Never had she felt so free and alive.


Judith returned to her home in the United States to carry out the mission ordained for her by Asherah. Calling herself Divine Justice, she sought out the evil-doers in the crime ridden City, and swiftly brought them to justice.




For the next several years, Divine Justice carried on her celestially ordained crusade, protecting the innocent and ridding the City of crime. Only one accomplishment remained elusive. Big Tony, the most powerful crime boss in Town remained at large. Divine Justice had disrupted his organization, and made it virtually impotent, yet people were still reluctant to testify against Big Tony, himself. At last, Divine Justice secured evidence, that would unquestionably convict even Big Tony. And it was evidence that Divine Justice could personally testify to, in court. There would be no question of intimidating witnesses this time. Big Tony would finally answer for his crimes. It was with enormous satisfaction, that the beautiful Crimefighter obtained a warrant, and personally apprehended and carried the crime boss to the Courthouse for arraignment.



Asherah was well pleased with her protégée's success. Divine Justice had done all that the Goddess had asked of her.

Only one voice was raised in Paradise against Divine Justice's success. Asherah's jealous handmaiden frequently pointed out that the superheroine had been given powers that made her invincible.

"She's just a big bully beating up people too weak to fight back! If she had to fight an equal, she might well prove a coward! How can You be sure?"

Unmoved, Asherah patiently listened to the protests, though they became a wearisome, ongoing annoyance.

"If she's so wonderful, she should be tested against some human as strong as she is, as Your Lord, Yahweh, tested that Job! Then we'd know if she was really invincible, or just a muscle bound phony!"

Even Divine patience has limits. Asherah had heard enough.

"Hummph Silence I will not hear anymore!" Asherah commanded imperiously, at mention of Job.

Out of loyalty to Her Husband, Asherah said no more. The Divine Consort had heartily disapproved, and argued vehemently against that sadistic episode, but Yahweh, in His wisdom, had overruled Her wishes, and cruelly tested His devoted servant.

With averted face, that hid a contemptuous sneer, the handmaiden held her tongue before her Divine Mistress's displeasure, but did not let the matter end there...

Valerie Kramer left the luxurious condominium, of one of her clients, counting her fee carefully.

"Yeah! All there! But you can never trust these creeps! Always trying to stiff a poor, working girl! And when I catch one of the bastards shortchanging me, and beat the shit out of him, it's just like givin' him a free bonus! Shit I studied my whole life to become Martial Arts Mistress, and the only work I can get, is beating up rich guys who like to be dominated! Gotta say, I've got a real knack for being a dominatrix, though! It's kind of fun making some big, strong guy worship me! Of course, everybody thinks that makes me some kind of pervert! That stuck-up bitch, Divine Justice, goes around beating up guys, and everybody thinks she's so wonderful! Shit! If I had her super powers, though, I'd use them a little more profitably for old Number One! All that do-gooder shit is for the birds!"

As Valerie walked down the lonely, dark street, she was unexpectedly accosted by a tall, scantly clad woman, who seemed to suddenly appear in front of her, as if by magic.

To her credit, there was very little that the young dominatrix feared. She stood her ground, looking the woman up and down warily. The woman had a trim, youthfully athletic figure, but her face, though handsome and well preserved, had a cynical, worldly aspect that seemed to have witnessed the evil of all the ages. Valerie had the creepy feeling that this woman, or whatever she was, wasn't of this earth.


"You can call me Lil, Honey; I'm kind of a witch, is how you'd describe it! Not one o'those so-called Wiccan phonies, though, but the REAL thing! Now, here's the thing! I agree with you, about that Divine Justice babe; I think a tough, little cookie, like you, could take her apart, an' rub her nose in the dirt, if you were on equal terms! How'd ya like to have super powers like her, and give it a whirl? I'll tell ya how t'make a few bucks for yourself, in the bargain!"

It seemed unbelievable, but this eerie woman had seemed to know what Valerie was thinking, and there was something about her arrogant self assurance that made the world wise, none too trusting girl believe her, incredible as her proposition sounded.

"Hmm...yeah, I guess if you could REALLY give me super powers, like hers, I wouldn't mind taking her on! I think I could take her! What's in this fer you though?"

"Yer a smart kid! Nobody does something for nothing, me especially! Let's just say, if somebody was to take that goody goody twit down a peg or two, it'd fit in nicely with some little plans I've got on the burner! Well are ya game or not?"

Impulsively, Valerie made up her mind. What had she got to lose? "Yeahh...OKAY! Tell me some more about me making some bread out this deal though!"

"Heh, heh! You're a girl after my own heart! We'll get to that! First though, let's get you some super powers, and get rid a that tacky outfit! Geez kid you are a fashion disaster!"

"Just my working clothes; my clients kinda' like it if I dress like a tramp!"  Valerie answered a little self consciously, thinking "Shit that outfit of yours ain't no Christian Dior original!"

The woman put a hand on Valerie's shoulder.

"Poof!"


Valerie's own clothes disappeared, in a flash, and she found herself dressed in a tight fitting, black catsuit.  She suddenly felt incredibly powerful.

"Okay!" The woman said inspecting the girl's new outfit, in satisfaction. "Now here's what yer gonna do...."

The next morning, a slim, dark clad, masked woman was admitted to Big Tony's office.

The crime boss was out on bail, awaiting trial. The chief witness against him would be Divine Justice. No other witnesses could be found willing to testify against him. Accusers still had a habit of disappearing suddenly.

"Who the hell are you, and why the mask?" Big Tony asked suspiciously.

"Ya can call me Black Lilly, and the mask is my business! I got a little proposition for ya, Ton, Honey! How would ya like that Divine Justice dame to disappear, before yer trial?" The girl answered with flippant self assurance.

"Hah! How's a little girl like you gonna arrange that? Nobody's ever been able to get to that interfering, busybody broad!"

"Nobody before me, maybe! I'm something else! It'll cost ya big bucks, though, but ya don't have t'pay a cent until I deliver the goods! How's that?"

"Sure, Honey! You come back an' see me then, and we'll talk! Say you ain't wearing a wire are ya?"


Later that day, Divine Justice received a telephone call. What sounded like a half hysterical young girl's voice said. "I-I've...I've got evidence against Big Tony th-that I think you could use...but you've got to promise to protect me! He'd kill me if he finds out!'

"Of course, you'll be protected!" Divine Justice promised confidently "Don't worry, Young Lady! That crook is all washed up, but I'll give you my personal guarantee to protect you!"

"Oh, I'm so relieved!" The girl answered! "Can you meet me this evening, outside of town?"

"Yes of course tell me where?"...
 
At the appointed time, as dusk approached, Divine Justice soared into the sky and flew to the deserted field the girl had described.


Divine Justice quickly reached the field, and spied a girlish figure standing alone. As she flew down to land, she saw the girl's mask, and concluded there was something funny about the situation. Of course, the invincible superheroine had nothing to fear from a tiny girl, masked or not. It would certainly be a good idea to investigate, though. The crimefighter dropped lightly down beside the girl to find out more.


Before Divine Justice could question her, the masked young woman had the temerity to actually threaten her.

The crimson crusader gasped in astonishment. This poor, deluded creature must be suffering from some sort of mental problems.


Divine Justice was about to tactfully suggest that she take the girl to a psychiatrist acquaintance, who had been helpful before, when the girl suddenly lashed out.  Karate stiffened  fingers penetrated the superheroine's normally invulnerable flesh, like a knife. Divine Justice gasped, feeling nauseous at the unexpected pain, that filled her middle.




What was going on here? Divine Justice resolved to get to the bottom of this mystery. "If she can hit that hard, I guess I don't have to worry about hurting her!" The crimson crusader, thought as she prepared for battle. Perhaps, in righteous indignation, she would not be sorry to show this little snip a thing or two.


The crimson crusader discovered that showing this girl a 'thing or two,' might be more difficult then she'd imagined. When Divine Justice swung her mighty fist, the girl with the mask adroitly dodged the blow. The impudent girl even had time for an insult as she ducked.


Divine Justice swung again harder, with the same unsatisfactory result.


The missed blow, left Divine Justice, awkwardly off balance, and the girl swiftly retaliated with a deadly knee lift that didn't miss, but landed right on target.



The devilish girl followed up instantly, with another of her deadly karate stabs. This time, she mercilessly aimed lower, driving her steely fingers into the most vulnerable spot in Divine Justice's body.




Doubled over in agony, Divine Justice was wide open for a karate chop that felt like it nearly snapped her neck.


The girl swiftly drove her deadly fingers into the crimson crusader's throat.


Black Lilly gave Divine Justice no chance to recover from the damaging blows to her throat, but followed up with a series of savage karate kicks.








The final kick to the small of her back, dropped Divine Justice to her knees, groaning in agony.


Black Lilly paused a moment, while the moaning crimson crusader began clumsily to stumble to her feet.




End of Part 1.


Go on to Part 2.