By GW

Superheroine, Power Miss, discovers a nest of fugitive Nazis in a Latin American jungle.

WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, 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 era, and in the milieu, portrayed. Also, thanks to "frend' for several suggestions incorporated herein.
 

Power Miss was astounded, when, in their test of strength, the evil Nazi, Gerda succeeded in out powering her, and throwing her hard to the floor.

Power Miss sat up with a look of stunned surprise. Could it be? The diabolical Nazi was as strong as Power Miss?  Maybe stronger?

Gerda grinned in triumph, thinking.  "Zat old fool's formula verks!  Maybe, I giff ze old goat a night in paradise wiz ME, as a revard, ven zis ist over!'  Gerda did not let her thoughts interfere with another quick attack, so as to maintain her surprise advantage.

Before the stunned superheroine could react, Gerda was on her.

Gerda grabbed Power Miss by her long, brown hair, from behind, and roughly pulled her half off the floor. Then, the Nazi did the unthinkable.  Gerda kicked Power Miss in the 'keister'! That was a startling, new experience for an invincible superheroine!

Oooh!  Nobody kicked Power Miss in the behind with impunity! She'd make Gerda pay dearly, for that affront!  But, as the furious superheroine indignantly turned to get at her foe, Gerda viciously buried her toe in the American's belly. Gerda still had hold of her hair, stretching her body vulnerably as the sharp, boot toe penetrated the crimefighter's  firmly muscled abdomen.  Power Miss felt the breath whoosh out of her lungs.

In her entire crime fighting career, Power Miss was never kicked squarely in the stomach before.  Certainly, never by someone as strong as Gerda now was.  The foul, low blow paralyzed the heroine, and she almost passed out. She collapsed on her face, desperately clutching her injured belly.

Of course, it would take more than one kick to keep Power Miss down, for long.  Resolutely pulling herself together, the American heroine scrambled to her feet,  Now, she was mad!  Time to teach this nasty Nazi witch a lesson!

Like an avenging fury, Power Miss flung herself on the Nazi.  Her furious momentum hurled Gerda to the floor. The superheroine pinned her foe down flat.

Kneeling between Gerda’s outspread legs, Power Miss braced herself, and cocked her fist. Gerda moaned, "No don't hit me!" but Power Miss hadn't forgotten that presumptuous kick in the derriere. She smashed her fist into Gerda’s face, although, perhaps, Gourd's frightened plea caused her to hold back her full strength.

Thinking the punch would surely finish the Nazi, Power Miss unconsciously relaxed a second. The punch really hurt and stunned Gerda, but her hatred, for the beautiful American superheroine was so intense, that she managed to stiffen her waning resistance. She arched her body, and sat up.

Before Power Miss could defend herself, Gerda retaliated. with a powerful, right handed punch to her jaw.  Of course, the ruthless Nazi didn't hold anything back from her punch, as her more soft hearted foe had.  The brutal punch momentarily stunned Power Miss, and Gerda immediately followed up, with an equally hard left cross to nearly the same spot. Power Miss's head was awhirl, and Gerda pushed her over on her side.

Gerda swiftly straddled her American enemy, eager to settle old scores.  Power Miss was at a disadvantage on her back, but did her best to shield her face from the coming blow. Gerda aimed  with cool calculation, and her hard fist smashed through Power Miss's awkward defense, landing squarely on the heroine's straight, classic nose.

Blood spurting from her left nostril, Power Miss feared Gerda had broken her nose. In a fury, she desperately reached up and raked her sharp nails across Gerda's eyes.

Gerda fell over backward, holding her eyes, as though blinded.  Power Miss felt a moment's remorse. It didn't seem fair to use her sharp claws, but then she remembered who she was dealing with.  This despicable Nazi criminal deserved no pity. She hurled herself at Gerda.

However, the crafty Nazi's eyes were not hurt as much as she pretended.  As soon as Power Miss was close enough... POW!  Gerda smashed her foot into the American heroine's chin.

As Power Miss precariously tried to keep her balance, Gerda rammed her booted foot deep into the American girl's lower abdomen.  She had already hurt her foe badly there, before, and her sharp heel sliced into the powerfully developed, abdominal muscles, like a knife through butter.

As Power Miss helplessly clutched the incredibly painful injury, Gerda smashed her fist into the brown-haired heroine's still aching jaw.

Power Miss saw stars.  She tried to stand up, but a wave of giddiness caused her to sink back down, as Gerda jumped to her feet. Gerda stood threateningly above her.  Hard as she tried,  Power Miss found she was still too groggy to rise from her knees.  Smiling cruelly, Gerda went to work on the brave heroine, with her fists and knees.