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 3. Conclusion.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)

The orderly, called in to clean up the evidence of Lady Marvel's horrifying loss of bodily control, reluctantly left the interrogation room. Gerda walked speculatively around the unfortunate Lady Marvel's shackled body, deciding where to start. Despite her mortifying lapse, the abused heroine was still determined to resist the coming torture, though she trembled in dread.

After much study, Gerda selected Lady Marvel's delectably muscled derriere, as her first target.

 

No prisoner had ever long resisted Gerda's persuasive technique. In the old days, before her African misadventure, SS Reichsfuhrer Himmler, himself, had on more than one occasion congratulated Commandant von Hipper on her interrogative  successes. This was Gerda's first opportunity to question a superheroine, but the outcome was the same as it had been with ordinary mortals.

Once Lady Marvel broke down and agreed to talk, Gerda set up a dictaphone machine to record everything the sobbing prisoner said. Then she got to work. With remorseless professional efficiency, Commandant von Hipper pumped Lady Marvel, forcing the broken prisoner to divulge everything she knew of Allied Military and Intelligence activities.  Her will broken, Lady Marvel, obediently answered any and all questions Gerda asked her. 

The merciless grilling lasted all that day and half the night. By that time, Gerda was exhausted herself,. She was well pleased with herself. She had filled dozens of dictaphone tapes. Lady Marvel's knowledge was encyclopedic and her memory faultless. The information she had given Gerda would be invaluable to the Axis. Yawning but satisfied, Gerda placed another chain around Lady Marvel's neck, removed the wrist chains, and let the disgraced, broken hearted woman collapse on the floor.

According to Gerda's orders from High Command, Ubermadchen's attack on the Panama Canal was not scheduled for another two days. Refreshed by a good night's sleep, and restlessly awaiting action, the vicious Nazi concluded it would be an amusing pastime, to 'train' Lady Marvel to be more obedient. It hardly seemed necessary, as the pitiful, abused prisoner, securely bound by Kryptonite chains, once so indomitable and invincible, trembled and shrank back in terror from Gerda's mere glance. 

Despite her frightened tears, when the vicious Gerda ordered her to prance around the room like circus pony, Lady Marvel whimpered in protest, vainly hoping to maintain some shreds of human dignity. She forgot herself to the perilous extent of refusing Gerda's order.  A Sharp jerk on her Kryptonite collar, and a smart crack of the Nazi's whip across her erect, gloriously rounded bosom, quickly extinguished the hapless American heroine's brief, doomed bid for dignity.

 

The training nearly complete, Gerda called upon her protégé, Ubermadchen, to witness her progress. Standing a safe distance from the Kryptonite whip and chains, Ubermadchen laughed in girlish delight at the antics, the SS Commandant ordered her degraded prisoner to perform.

When the OSS heard nothing from Lady Marvel for two days, extreme pressure was brought to bear on the Los Grande Government, and the Dictator reluctantly agreed to allow an OSS assault team, already waiting off-shore, to attack the Nazi compound. Aware of the danger Ubermadchen posed, the team was well supplied with Kryptonite. The surprise attack succeeded in capturing the Nazi Compound. Like most military actions, it was not without its disappointments.

On the plus side, Ubermadchen was captured, ending a dangerous threat to the Allied cause, and Lady Marvel was freed from her horrendous ordeal. The Panama Canal was safe. Most of the large supply of Kryptonite was captured  precluding a threat to other Allied heroines. All of Gerda's interrogation tapes were captured and destroyed.

However, the wily Gerda von Hipper, herself, escaped and made her way into the very heart of the United States. There she had one triumph over the gallant Lady Destiny, (See GW's Yule Eve at Morganna's Yule Eve at Morganna's. ), before she was apprehended by the dauntless Power Miss. (See GW's Latin Holiday, Latin Holiday.)

Doctor Klinkhausen also escaped to a more secure Nazi facility deeper in the nearly impenetrable jungle of Los Grande. There, he remained until World War II was a distant memory. In his hasty departure, the evil scientist succeeded in salvaging one small Kryptonite ring.  In later years, Gerda von Hipper, in the guise of Fraulein Power, used the ring with evil effect, to defeat and tragically cripple, the heroic Super Woman. ( See GW's It Runs in the Family It Runs in the Family. )

In just two days of captivity the two evil Nazi females so degraded and abused the unfortunate Lady Marvel, that when rescued, she was a shattered, broken woman. A dispirited, forlorn invalid, still lost in the hellish nightmare she endured, Abigail Flint spent the last years of the war in a sanitarium in intensive therapy.