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.
 

When the evil Nazi, Gerda von Hipper, gained the upper hand over the beautiful American Superheroine, Power Miss, she began to beat her, with merciless, methodical precision. After the first few punches, Power Miss could not even raise her arms, to try to block Gerda's merciless attack.  Laughing madly, Gerda hauled the groggy American erect. Power Miss's wobbly legs buckled beneath her.  Gerda's hands tugging on her scarlet costume exposed an exquisitely full formed breast to the Nazi's gloating eye.

Power Miss reluctantly recognized that if Gerda kept battering her, with her newly acquired super strength, she would surely beat her to death. Her arms and legs were already paralyzed.  There was nothing she could do to protect herself.  She had no choice! Knowing the fight was lost, that she was beaten for the first time in her career, the indomitable superheroine reluctantly, sadly, mumbled her submission, to the hateful Nazi.

Instead of stopping, though, as a magnanimous foe would, Gerda sneered arrogantly, and drove her fist into the helpless American girl's lower belly.  She delighted in the squishy feel of the muscles, she had already battered to mush.

"Oh God!  She means to beat me to death!"  Power Miss thought, with a thrill of horror.  Gathering the last of her strength, the defeated crimefighter tried to escape, but it was no use; she didn't even have enough strength left for that.

Gerda swiftly caught Power Miss by the arm and spun her around.  Even in her terrible distress, the virtuous heroine paused to modestly adjust the bodice of her power mesh costume.

Maddened by her long pent-up hatred for the virtuous Power Miss, Gerda gave free rein to her thirst for revenge.  In a sadistic blood lust, the evil Nazi  brutalized the groggy, defenseless superheroine.  There was no chivalry in the twisted Nazi's cold, black heart; this was the kind of fight Gerda most enjoyed, mercilessly pounding a helpless, beaten foe to jelly.  Doing it, to the mighty Power Miss was the realization of her darkest dreams. She sliced the edge of her hand across Power Miss's throat, then followed it up with another punch to that delightfully squishy tummy.

Oh, that  squish felt so sensuously enjoyable, that Gerda drove her knee into the same vulnerable spot.

A lesser woman would have been mercifully unconscious by now, but, ironically, Power Miss's wonderful stamina and strength kept her fully conscious for the frightful ordeal.  She must escape soon, though; conscious or not, she knew she couldn't survive much more. In desperation, the gallant heroine tried to escape Gerda's fearful, hammering fists, again.  Again, she found flight hopeless. Her overtaxed legs wobbled so badly, she could hardly stay on her feet.  Power Miss seemed to be moving in slow motion, and Gerda, laughing in derision, easily caught her helpless prey, by a painful grip on her glossy brown hair.

Still painfully gripping her hair, Gerda callously grabbed Power Miss between her ripely formed thighs, and hoisted the groaning heroine, high into the air. Gerda easily bounced the big, brown-haired superheroine's robust body up and down, in the air, until Power Miss cried out fearfully. Then, she flung her face first to the floor, from high overhead, using all of her new strength.

Crouching on hands and knees, Power Miss stubbornly tried to get up, though there was little chance she would succeed. Gerda wasn't taking any chances. She drove her foot down into the small of the crouching heroine's back, squashing her face down on the floor.  By now, Power Miss was begging her for mercy. Terrible gut wrenching pain blotted out all pride and dignity. She just prayed for the pain to stop.

Breathing a little heavily from her exertions, Gerda finally paused.  After all, she didn't want to kill this hated bitch, too soon. Power Miss just lay there on her belly, whimpering in pain. She never knew such hurt and humiliation in her life. She had been beaten to the floor by a despicable, cowardly Nazi.  Like a true Nazi bully, Gerda placed her booted foot on the American heroine's neck. It was a moment that would haunt Power Miss's nightmares for the rest of her life.

After one final kick, the vicious Gerda thought of a new torment for her enemy She would strip that proud uniform from Power Miss's helpless, beaten form.  "Ja, let's see if zose big boobies are real?" she smirked to herself.

As Gerda pulled the suit from her shoulders, Power Miss pitifully begged her to stop, adding to Gerda's sadistic enjoyment.

Her enticing form, entirely nude, Power Miss sat miserably at Gerda’s feet, hopelessly trying to cover her humiliating nakedness with her hands. She tried to reason with the vicious Nazi, but Gerda laughed derisively.