WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, f/f rape and other perversities. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.

Author's Note: Certain attitudes and prejudices, presented herein, are not  those of the author, but were widespread during, the World War II era, and in the milieu, portrayed.


 

 Lady Marvel's Interrogation. Part 2.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)


Overhearing Commandant Gerda order Ubermadchen to leave her alone with the prisoner, an elated Lady Marvel made plans to overpower Gerda, take her prisoner and escape. She waited eagerly with bated breath, impatiently biding her time.

Before she turned to go, Ubermadchen obediently gave the Nazi salute to her superior officer. "Heil Hitler!"

As the door closed behind the dreaded Ubermadchen, Lady Marvel turned resolutely to deal with Gerda.

NO, NOT THAT! The Nazi had already opened a lead lined chest, and removed a huge green implement of obscene horror.

"Ja ziz ztuff vould be poizon to the liddle maidchen, alzo! Too badt she hasdt to mizz ze vun!" Gerda muttered.

Lady Marvel's eyes widened in horrified recognition, as she saw the horrendous phallus like object that Gerda was strapping around her middle. It was fashioned from the one substance that could not only neutralize her super powers, but make her weak as a child, and cause intense pain if it touched any part of her body. Her hopes dashed, Lady Marvel felt the first horrible effects of its emanations. She staggered backward, suddenly sick and dizzy.

"Ach! Ziz green ztuff zat alte Klinkhausen godt vrom zat meteor, he voundt, vorks like he zaidt! Ha, ha! Ze Yankee bidtch ist turnink green, alzo! Zadt ist vunny!" Gerda laughed as she saw the prisoner's cringing, horrified reaction to the horror adorning her nakedness.  "Ach! Und Klinkhausen madt ziz green beauty juzdt like mein Bigk Otto!" Gerda mused, with satisfaction.

Gerda strode toward the cowering prisoner.

"Ach Zludt, ve are readty now!" Gerda cooed to Lady Marvel, as she came near. When Gerda 'cooed' she was at her most sadistically dangerous. The captive stumbled weakly, nearly falling, eyes huge with newborn terror.


Gerda reached for Lady Marvel as though to embrace her. Now the unfortunate captive felt the full effects of the horrifying substance.



At her first horror in encountering that dreaded substance that sometimes haunted her nightmares, Lady Marvel scarcely grasped the significance of its form. It wasn't until Gerda clasped her waist, and pulled her close, that she understood Gerda's awful intent. Gerda was going to rape her! Gerda was going to drive that massive horrifying object, fashioned from the terrible element, directly into the most sensitive, delicate orifice of her body! She could already feel the pain of its probing tip touching her vaginal lips. NO!  NO!


Lady Marvel wailed in futile protest. The vicious SS Commandant laughed sadistically at her terror and anguish. Without further preliminaries, Gerda brutally rammed the oversized dildo deep into Lady Marvel's delicate, unprepared pussy.



The horror of reality far exceeded even the fearful anticipation. The huge, monstrously outsized phallus stretched Lady Marvel's delicate sexual organ to the breaking point. The unyielding metal seemed to fill her entire lower body to overflowing with scorching molten lava. The sadistic SS Commandant was delighted by the huge American heroine's agonized reaction.

"Ach! Eeffen Big Otto himzelv never didt zo goodt!" Gerda chortled.



Gerda plowed the massive battering ram in and out of Lady Marvel's convulsed body for a seeming eternity, until she muttered: "Ach! Maybe idt ist time to change zidez!" With a satisfied laugh, she pulled free of her victim.


Gerda would scarcely have stopped such enjoyable exercise so soon (soon to Gerda), unless she had some even more monstrous perversion in mind.


Thinking her ordeal over, the unsuspecting Lady Marvel tried to deal with the frightful pain of the terrible violation. Yet, a more odious, perhaps even more painful, perversity was in store. Though the information was not disclosed in Gerda von Hipper's SS Dossier, in fact, she was not of pure 'aryan' ancestry. Rather, like all her family, Gerda had troll blood in her veins. One trollish trait, Gerda possessed in full measure, was the Troll's delight in anal rape. Before Lady Marvel could guess her intent, Gerda spun the big, sobbing woman around, and without warning rammed the hellish dildo between her magnificent bottom cheeks.






"Ach! Zere ist no ozer pleazure like ziz!" Gerda thought, as she laughed in obscene delight at Lady Marvel's anguished screams of agony.



It was too much for even a superwoman to endure. All too soon for Gerda, Lady Marvel, her splendid physique immobilized by horrendous pain, mercifully passed out.


When Lady Marvel's heavy, swooning body began to pitch forward, Gerda, with some difficulty, withdrew the horrendous dildo from the gorgeous superwoman's horribly violated anus.

Finally freeing the dildo, Gerda watched contemptuously as the ravaged Lady Marvel crumpled to the floor.


Gerda was well satisfied with the start she had made, but raping a beautiful, world renowned superheroine was an erotic pleasure that didn't come everyday. It had understandingly excited Gerda. Wasn't it only fair for Gerda to gratify, or rather force her victim to gratify, the lust incurred in the line of duty? Ja! Gerda certainly deserved a little break from her duties.


Lady Marvel, still moaning in terrible agony, awoke to find the naked SS Commandant sitting astride her chest.


After the many degradations Ubermadchen inflicted on her, Lady Marvel had no illusions about what Gerda wanted and expected. She sobbed in despair, knowing she had no choice but to abase herself once more to Nazi might. Lacking all finesse, Gerda graphically explained what she wanted, just in case her virtuous victim had any doubts.


With a sob of resignation, Lady Marvel obeyed Gerda's crude commands. What choice did she have?





Gerda had been well satisfied. Playtime was over! Time to get back to work! To emphasize that things were now more serious, Gerda slipped on her ugly, military issue briefs. She swiftly hauled the sobbing Lady Marvel erect, and chaining her wrists, suspended her from the ceiling.

With a large supply of  Kryptonite at his disposal, the evil Nazi scientist, Doctor Klinkhausen had crafted additional instruments of terror for Gerda's use. Lady Marvel's stomach churned in sick terror, when she saw the fearsome Kryptonite pinchers, in Commandant Gerda's hand.  Ubermadchen and Gerda had already taught her, all too well, that her threshold for resisting pain, was extremely low. They convinced her, that she was a weak, craven coward. She couldn't bear the thought of more pain. She sobbed in miserable fear.

The chained prisoner visibly trembled in terror. Yet, when Gerda demanded Lady Marvel betray her Country's secrets, the vilely abused superheroine tried to stiffen her determination to resist the inevitable torture.

"I WON'T tell the bitch ANYTHING!"  Lady Marvel resolved, silently. "No matter WHAT she does to me!" Though she had surrendered all personal pride and dignity to the ruthless Nazi duo, she MUST NOT betray her country! She MUSTN'T!

Still trembling fearfully, Lady Marvel bravely started to indignantly refuse to talk. Then, before she could get the words fully out, primitive, physical terror betrayed her faltering resolve. To her horror and mortification, Lady Marvel felt a warm stream flow down her leg.  

Gerda feigned shocked disgust at Lady Marvel's mortifying accident, though the professional interrogator was secretly pleased at the pathetic exhibition of terrified weakness, in the Allied enemy's idolized superheroine.

"Ja! Ziz vill be eazy!"

Savoring the much anticipated pleasures of the coming interrogation, and not sorry to prolong her anticipatory enjoyment a little longer, Gerda called for an orderly to clean the floor. She was well aware that the delay would only add to her victim's terror, as well as exposing her to the added mortification of a third party witnessing her disgrace.



As the orderly reluctantly left the interrogation chamber, he was thinking: "Ja, that Commandant Gerda is one mean, nasty bitch, all right! She scared that famous Yankee superheroine so bad, that the poor slut pissed all over herself! And she's a big, strong muscular woman too; twice that Gerda's size, not supposed to be afraid of anything! Even with all those muscles, though, that Yankee is a real cutey! What a set of  knockers on her! Ah, such big titties; a man could have a lot of fun with those beauties! Nothing like her in the local cat houses, except for officers, maybe!"

End of Part 2.


Go on to Part 3. Conclusion.