WARNING: These stories and fragments contain graphic violence, nudity, and non-consensual F/F sexual situations. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.


Author's Note: There are a great many orphaned segments and abandoned works on my hard drive that will never be completed. Rather than discard them entirely, I will post some, AS IS, in a series of Miscellanea. Completed text will be included, but nothing additional, except an explanatory note or transitional sentence, here and there. In this installment most all pictures were completed in my paint program, although some contain errors that I might have corrected. There are also continuity errors that I would have fixed, if I caught them, in time.
Miscellanea Eight. (F/F)
Hapless Heroines 2.
By

GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com or gwalb10054@gmail.com)
https://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/gw/index.htm.
 
 
 
 

A WITCH OF OZ LOSES HER POWERS

 
In my short story collection, Vignettes 2, ( Vignettes 2 ) the third and last story is based on an incident in L. Frank Baum's second Oz book, "The Marvelous Land of Oz."  In the Baum book, the good witch, Glinda strips the evil witch Mombi of her witchly powers, by forcing her to drink a special magical potion. Glinda previously secured Mombi by a golden thread around her neck, that forced Mombi to obey the more powerful sorceress's commands.  In Vignettes 2, I envisioned the scene going somewhat differently. Several years later, I tried to do an illustrated version. Like so many of my projects, it was never finished. I will include enough of my story, to explain the few completed pictures, but if you want the whole, it is available at the above link.

The tall, regally beautiful Glinda led the ugly, crooked, old crone Mombi into a private chamber, locking the door, so they would not be disturbed. (In the first picture, Glinda has a longer gown, than in the subsequent ones.)

Turning her back to measure the ingredients, Glinda absently released her hold on the golden thread around Mombi's neck. As Glinda poured the final vial into the cup, the old woman realized she was no longer subject to the will of the enchantress.

The cunning, old crone, long schooled in wickedness, raised her crooked staff, and with surprising quickness, struck Glinda on the back of the head, with such force, that the staff splintered. The red-haired Glinda, taken off-guard, fell across the table, nearly
fainting. Dropping the splintered staff, Mombi struck Glinda with her fists, in the face, and in the stomach.


Glinda doubled over in pain, and Mombi twisted the tall Sorceress's arm behind her, as she swiftly tore Glinda's magical girdle from her slender waist, and then the tiara from her head, thereby, robbing the dazed Glinda of much of her formidable powers.


Mombi quickly stuffed the girdle, tiara and golden thread into a bag she carried around her own thick middle. Then, she seized Glinda's own staff, which the benign enchantress had laid aside, and grasping it in both hands, the evil hag beat the tall red-haired witch, across the back and head, striking wildly, until the near swooning Glinda moaned aloud in distress, and fell helplessly to the floor.


Having knocked Glinda to the floor, Mombi laid aside the staff, and knelt astride Glinda's body, pinning her securely to the floor.

When Glinda tried to rise, Mombi struck her across the face with her closed fist, again and again, until Glinda lay nearly senseless. Mombi swiftly rose, and retrieved the potion, Glinda had prepared. 

"Now, it is Haughty Glinda who shall drink down her own potion!"  Mombi crowed, as she hauled the swooning Glinda to one knee. Unable to escape Mombi's cruel grip, Glinda began to weep in distress. Tears filled her large, clear blue eyes. Mombi viciously grasped Glinda's aristocratic nose, pinched the nostrils together so tightly, that Glinda couldn't breathe. Her ripe, pink lips
flew open as she gasped, and vicious Mombi poured the potion into her mouth, and then pinched her lips closed, until, gagging and sputtering, Glinda swallowed the dreadful concoction.

"This will surely pay you back for interfering in my affairs! Mombi has humbled the Great Glinda!"

 

A blue lightning seemed to crackle about Glinda's body for a moment. With a cry of despair, Glinda felt all of her extraordinary powers
desert her in a flash. Mombi stood by cackling triumphantly:

"Now who is the most powerful of the witches of Oz?"

The dis-empowered Glinda wept hopelessly.  "You...(sniffle)...are, Mombi!"

"Yes, Mombi is the most powerful, and from now on, Mombi shall live in your palace, and you, Glinda, shall serve me!" Crowed the evil crone as she donned Glinda's girdle and tiara and took up her staff of power.

Later, Mombi taught Glinda obedience in a most humiliating fashion.




Moonlight Confrontation.

Even after failing to complete the above series, I remained fascinated by a confrontation between Glinda and Mombi. Some years later, I tried again. This time, the setting was to be a psychic duel between the two, to establish dominance in the witchly hierarchy.  The evil Mombi rashly challenged Glinda, the Mightiest Sorceress of Oz, to such a test. These contests were traditionally held in the midnight hour, by the light of the full moon, in some deserted forest glen. In order that neither could secure unfair advantage, by some concealed talisman, or other object of thaumaturgical power, traditionally the contestant's were always naked, facing each other under the moon's fey, silvery glow, using naught but their own abilities to force the other to submission. (Aside from the obvious esthetic considerations, naked protagonists are always desirable from my perspective, because then I don't need to add costumes etc., which is always the onerous, time consuming part of the process.)

Mombi became aware that at the next Wiccan Council, Glinda would demand she be stripped of her powers, because of her evil misuse of those powers. In desperation, the evil crone challenged Glinda to the Trial of Supremacy. None had ever defeated Glinda, and few would even consider trying. Glinda eagerly accepted the challenge because it would allow her to end Mombi's evil ways immediately, without waiting until the next Council.

Mombi gulped nervously as she faced her naked, serenely confident foe in the moonlit glen. A moment after they faced off, Mombi felt the hammering force of Glinda's imperious will batter her own feeble defense. She knew it was only a matter of time, before Glinda reduced her to powerless obedience, and ended her ability to pursue her evil ways.


(At this point, I intended  some pictures illustrating Mombi picking up a rock and hurling it at Glinda in frustration at her own powerlessness. The rock struck Glinda's bosom, causing pain but no real physical damage.  It did, for the moment, break her concentration.)

Glinda was appalled that any witch, even the despicable Mombi, would desecrate the venerable traditions of the Wiccan Order. She seized Mombi's wrists, physically restraining her, while the psychic confrontation continued. Glinda was a large powerful woman, well able to restrain the scrawny, small, older woman. As she grasped Mombi, in a seemingly inescapable grip, her powerful psychic assault hammered against the evil witch's mind once more. Mombi knew Glinda was only seconds away from paralyzing her will. Then she would make Mombi her helpless puppet, for so long as necessary to destroy her power to do evil. Mombi wailed in distress and hatred.


Mombi struggled wildly in the bigger woman's implacable grip. She screamed hysterically as Glinda began stripping away her powers. The cowardly Mombi could no longer think straight.  What could she do? In her mindless terror, the old woman instinctively drove her leg straight up between Glinda's thighs. Her bony shin crushed Glinda's vulnerably exposed womanhood.



The tall redhead squalled loudly in dire distress. Her arms dropped weakly from Mombi's wrists. Once again her concentration was lost, and Mombi was freed of both physical and mental restraints.


Now the the evil hag was free to wreak more fearsome damage. Seeing the stunned look of pain on the other woman's beautiful face, roused all of Mombi's feral, sadistic cruelty. She gleefully struck Glinda with her hard, bony old fists. The scrawny hag still possessed considerable strength in her wiry form,  and delighted in inflicting pain and misery. None ever dared strike the most powerful witch of Oz before, and Glinda was ill-prepared to defend herself from physical assault. Unable to match or counter her vile foe's ruthless brutality, Mombi's savagery overwhelmed her.







Before Glinda fully grasped the terrible danger Mombi's hard fists posed, the demonic old hag beat her nearly senseless, completely negating Glinda's size and strength advantage, and shifted the odds substantially in her own favor.

Glinda was no longer able to defend herself, and the cruel Mombi began kicking her. Though her feet were bare, her long crooked, yellowed toenails were dangerous as stabbing daggers.



The ruthless Mombi had decisively outfought the bigger woman. Overwhelmed by pain and shock, Glinda could hardly stand, let alone defend herself. She was at the cruel hag's mercy. Evil, old Mombi stood back, hands on hips, and laughed at the bigger, more beautiful woman's awful distress.


Mombi's  cruel triumphant laughter totally unnerved Glinda. Gulping fearfully, the beautiful sorceress apprehensively backed away from the vicious hag. Mombi followed with the stealthy tread of a feral cat stalking her intimidated prey.


The savage gleam in the hag's eyes sent a chill down Glinda's spine. It was as though she faced a deadly jungle beast. In awful dread of the smaller woman, Glinda turned and fled from her tormentor.


The fleeing witch discovered the rough forest floor, was hard on feet used to soft slippers and Place floors. Mombi's feet, on the other hand were horny and calloused, since she usually went unshod.  Wincing at the sharp stones and pebbles, at each step, Glinda's panicky flight was swiftly cut short.  Motivated by the joy of inflicting pain on a hated rival, the scrawny hag easily outran the bosomy, full-bodied redhead, catching her by the hair and roughly dragging her to a standstill. Glinda shrieked  in terror, even before Mombi began kicking her again.


Glinda squirmed and twisted desperately to escape her small tormentor. Struggling frantically, she twisted completely around, again facing her foe. Her frenzied gyrations were fruitless. The evil witch still gripping her kicked her in the bosom with savage glee.


Hearing her hated rival's shriek of pain lit up Mombi's evil feature with sadistic delight. She grabbed Glinda's hair with both hands now, and proceeded to kick her again, her sharp talons penetrating deep into the struggling redhead's lower belly.


No matter how desperately the shrieking Glinda struggled, she couldn't tear loose from Mombi's clutching claws. All the while Mombi's sharp clawed feet  stabbed her vulnerable lower body.


Tiring of the sport, Mombi flung the helpless Glinda to the ground. Dazed, frightened and moaning in pain, it was impossible for Glinda to concentrate. It was then, that the exultant Mombi launched her own psychic assault on the fallen red-haired witch. The joy of inflicting pain had actually considerably enhanced Mombi's powers, and she could feel the injured, frightened Glinda's own psychic shield weakening.


In horror, Glinda felt Mombi's evil mental presence arrogantly invading her mind, and pummeling her last defenses. Summoning all the strength she still possessed, Glinda steeled herself to keep that hideously evil presence from overmastering her mind. For a while, Glinda managed to keep Mombi at bay. Mombi knew she was winning, but always impatient, she was eager to triumph.

With an evil chuckle, Mombi silently gloated: "There is one way!"

Wicked Mombi, like all witches, could never forget, that no witch can exercise her powers while in the throes of sexual arousal.

Mombi acted swiftly. Dragging Glinda to her feet, the hag twisted Glinda's arm behind her back, locking the other arm to her side. Now with one hand she could control the bigger, stronger woman, at least for the brief time she would need.  She instantly grasped Glinda's genitalia in her other claw, and forced her fingers inside Glinda's captive body.

"NO! NO! You foul BITCH!"  Glinda wept helplessly, as Mombi's worm like fingers deftly found her clitoris. 




Wicked Mombi was schooled in many perversions and abominations, skillfully raping another woman being but one of them. The unsullied and virtuous Glinda, her mind already reeling from Mombi's psychic attack, fell swift victim to the crone's loathsome, depraved violation. As Glinda's body stiffened in orgasm, Mombi's foul mind smashed her last psychic defenses, and Glinda, until now the most powerful witch of Oz, fell enslaved victim to Mombi's will and repulsive mastery. Once in control, Mombi would insure that she never lost her foul illicit dominion. Beautiful Glinda would remain always her puppet and slave.




Queen of Club's Vengeance.(?)*

The following group of pictures was the first attempt at what became "Vultura's Vengeance. Parts 1 through 9" at the GW Page, ( Vultura's Vengeance. Part 1. ) in which superheroines, Crimson Hawk and her daughter Falconette are lured into a trap by the vengeful Vultura and her daughter Raven. Initially Crimson Hawk was called Galaxy Woman and her daughter Comet Girl  (I think.) Vultura was Queen of Clubs and I can't remember what her daughter was called, but 'Raven" will do.

In this series, Galaxy Woman was posed by the Poser 4 woman figure (as were the three other main characters. ) In the final version, though, I switched to Daz Studio's Victoria 1 for Galaxy Woman or Crimson Hawk as she was retitled.  In looking over the finals I'm not sure that was a good idea.  One reason I probably redid the pictures was because all four characters are barefoot, and I couldn't think of a plausible explanation. There is very little dialog outside of the pictures, but the story would have been close to the final Vultura's Vengeance plot.
 
*I have no idea what the original title was to be.



As her mother stalked Queen of Clubs, Comet Girl cornered the smaller, younger unaccountably confident Raven.







 

Herself, unknowingly facing the most dangerous foe of her career, Galaxy Woman was still an anxious mother. Hearing her daughter's cries of pain, she glanced toward her in alarm. The momentary distraction was enough for Queen of Clubs to strike.

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Like her daughter moments before, Galaxy Woman was unprepared for the deadly newfound powers of the dastardly duo. Queen of Club's foul blow left the brown haired heroine speechless. Her foe quickly capitalized on the crimefighter's distress.


With their newly acquired superpowers, the evil villainesses swiftly defeated the unfortunate superheroine duo. Having rendered the good girls nearly helpless, the evil pair dragged their two victims to meet in the center of the combat site. 


With lighthearted arrogance, the villainesses switched foes, and the humiliating beating of the superheroines continued.











At this point, I started over, with new costumes that include boots, belts, masks and symbols. The first try with a blond Galaxy Woman didn't fly.



Next, I briefly toyed with the idea of Galaxy Woman's alter ego, a pious, church goer, being scandalized by meeting a scantily dressed Queen of Clubs profaning the Lord's Day. 



For a while, I settled on the costumes in the following pictures.

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As her mother stalked Queen of Clubs, Comet Girl cornered the smaller, younger, unaccountably confident Raven, much to her instant regret.




Herself, unknowingly facing the most dangerous foe of her career, Galaxy Woman was still an anxious mother. Hearing her daughter's cries of pain, she glanced toward her in alarm. The momentary distraction was enough for Queen of Clubs to strike. (Comet Girl was now 'Star'?)

 


Like her daughter moments before, Galaxy Woman was unprepared for the deadly newfound powers of the dastardly duo. Queen of Club's foul blow left the dark haired heroine speechless. Her foe quickly capitalized on the crimefighter's distress.








At this point I broke off this series and went to the final posted version with Crimson Hawk, Falconette,  Vultura and Raven. In retrospect, I'm sorry I didn't stick with this model for Crimson Hawk.

 I was evidently a bit hesitant even then to abandon Galaxy Woman and briefly started an adventure, in which Galaxy Woman, dependent on the Golden Girdle around her waist, intervenes to settle a prison riot.  The prison Warden had already been beaten and made hostage by the desperate convicts. 

In her rescue effort, Galaxy Woman first encountered Gert and her cellmate, who look suspiciously like Vultura and Raven.  Gert boldly challenged the mighty Galaxy Woman despite the heroine's fearsome reputation among the criminal class. Galaxy Woman was incredulous at the woman's foolhardy effrontery, but the other convict was already stealthily creeping up behind her, evideently aware that without her Golden Girdle, Galaxy Woman was no more powerful than any other woman.



Robbed of her Power Belt, Galaxy Woman was swiftly beaten up by the vicious Gert.


Once Gert subdued Galaxy Woman, the two convicts dragged the struggling heroine back to the rioting cell block to be used as a hostage. While negotiations were ongoing, Gert and her buddies whiled away the time abusing and raping the virtuous heroine and the captive Warden. It would be along time before either Galaxy Woman or the Warden would live down the pain and disgrace of their failure.




Pink Lady.

Next we have yet another iteration of the Ringmistress series of pictures, that were featured in Miscellanea 7. They appear to be arranged into a different order. The heroine was called Pink Lady, not unsurprisingly in view of her costume and hair color.  I can't remember for sure, but her evil foe was probably to be called something like Green Beetle, for equally obvious reasons. There was no text narrative preserved with the pictures, but with a revised back story, the action narrative would have followed the picture sequence. I will throw in a couple of clues, as we go along.

As Pink Lady closed in on Green Beetle, the villainess half turned and smacked the heroine across the face. To Pink Lady's dismay the contemptuous backhand just about took her head off. Giant male thugs had hit her with well aimed fists and had hardly fazed the superheroine, but now her legs were wobbly and her head awhirl. This was going to be atugh fight! Green Beetle followed up with a couple of kicks, and a judo chop to the throat.






For the first time in her celebrated, crime fighting career, Pink Lady faced a foe who was at least her equal in both strength and combat skill. Initially caught by surprise, she was overwhelmed by Green Beetle's attack.

















Stunned by Green Beetle's skill, and a strength that equaled her own, Pink Lady couldn't land a single blow before the green clad villainess knocked her for a loop.



When Pink Lady came to her senses, Green Beetle was whirling her through the air in dizzying circles. When the villainess built up a tremendous momentum, she hurled the wailing superheroine across the room. The pink wonder landed with a bone jarring crash, that knocked her nearly senseless a second time.



Green Beetle dragged the moaning Pink Lady to her feet. The groggy superheroine would have fallen to the ground, if her foe had not supported her heavy inert body.



Pink Lady's gorgeous shapely body rubbing against her own, aroused Green Beetle's depraved, sexual appetites. The evil villainess stroked and fondled Pink Lady's bountiful, cushiony breasts in disbelief at their size.

Green Beetle's brazen molestation roused Pink Lady from near insensibility. The heroine was horrified by her vulnerability to such licentious violation of her own beautiful body, an affront to her high moral standards. She sadly realized Green Beetle had battered her so badly, that she had no chance of prevailing in a second round of combat, that night. To save her honor and virtue, for the first time in her career, Pink Lady turned her back on a fight, and tried to flee from the intimidating villainess.  Green Beetle swiftly caught the panicky superheroine in a come-along hold, intending to force her back to her lair.


NO! NO! What would be her fate in captivity? Pink Lady would be at this vile, green clad creature's mercy! She must escape! In terror of being caged and subjected to Green Beetle's dastardly domination, Pink Lady struggled like a mad woman to escape.  Losing patience, Green Beetle twisted the big crimefighter around facing her, and knocked her out cold with one dynamite blow to the chin.

Whistling a happy little tune, in anticipation, Green Beetle carried the luckless spoils of victory back to her evil lair, where she could enjoy those very ample pink charms at leisure. Poor Pink Lady knocked insensible by her foes hard fist was at least spared awareness of the ignominious means of transport.

Pink Lady awoke to appalling captivity. She tried to move, but she was securely bound. The brazen villainess had unmasked her, and...Oh Dear Heavens, NO!...her bodice was torn away, baring her spectacular bosom to a gloating evil sneer. The heroine's delectable, denuded breasts, freed of all restraint, trembled and jiggled in dread, as Green Beetle glared intimidatingly into frightened eyes, that had never reflected fear before.


To add the final insult to injury, Green Beetle snatched, the heroine's gorgeous wig from her head. (I know, no one guessed that wasn't Pinky's natural hair color. Now, I even wonder if the evil villainess really has green hair. I guess only her hair dresser knows for sure.)

I have a dreadful suspicion, that the dastardly Green Beetle ravished our helpless, pure-hearted heroine, and did all those vile, perverted things that a dastardly villainess does do to a virtuous, maidenly heroine, when given the chance.  We will never know, though. Not because a merciful author has discreetly drawn a veil over our heroine's shame, to spare her the horror of public disgrace; but because a lazy author has not left any visual or textual clues as to the details of her ordeal. We only know that later that evening, Green Beetle thrust the whimpering captive into an inescapable cell, until she had further need of her services.


We have no further record of Pink Lady's tragic fate after that evening, but some say that a pink wig is kept on display over the mantelpiece of a certain woman of evil repute in that city.




Ultrairia to the Rescue.

This was the first attempt at doing a story based on the plotline, that eventually became "The Volcano. Parts 1 and 2"  and its sequels "Divine Wrath. Parts 1, 2and 3" and  "The Dark Cavern. Parts 1, 2 and 3.", all at the GW Page. (The Volcano Part 1) (Divine Wrath. Part 1.) (The Dark Cavern Part 1.) In this unfinished  draft trial, Ultrairia had brown hair, and though busty, was much trimmer than the voluptuous Redhead of the final version. I tried two minutely different versions of Ultrairia, both shown below, but chose the one on the  left.


Ultrairia, Immortal Guardian of Virtue and Right.
Defender of the Dark Gates.
Eternal Mentor and Patroness of Superheroines.


An active volcano on the verge of eruption: All prudent, sane folk have fled the imminent disaster, but in the depths of the cone, a single, lone, female figure seems to emerge from the molten lava...

"Ah! That was refreshing. Ha! It never occurred to  that sanctimonious bitch, Ultrairia, that one of us could escape from the nether world by this rout. While she's guarding the Dark Gates, I'm already here on earth. And here, Ultrairia is no stronger than those superheroine bitches, she nursemaids and watches over like they were a flock of sheep, and no stronger than I am. If we meet now, it will be on equal terms, at least until I start draining the arrogant sow's powers. . Oh I've dreamed of this day for eons. A whole world to loot and maybe a chance to even things up with that bitch, Ultrairia, or at least have some fun with one of her little sheep. Ha, ha! I think I see  one coming, now!"

In fact while on patrol, Daring Doll noticed the incredible phenomenon of a woman actually emerging from the molten lava of the volcano. She flew down to investigate and was immediately attacked. (Daring Doll could have had a 'D' on each breast, but that might have been misconstrued as a reference to her bra size. Of course, that might not have been inaccurate. The villainess who was not especially good-looking as she later became, was then called 'Succuba'  because she could absorb the life force of those beings she came into physical contact with. In the final version there were two successive superheroines who tried to deal with 'Chlorisinda' as she was renamed, but failed. Here there was just the one, Daring Doll.)


Succuba struck without warning. Alas, the young superheroine was no match for the ancient evil creature from the underworld. Daring Doll was not only defeated, but drained of her astounding super powers, making Succuba doubly powerful.





Ultrairia had a foreboding of some evil, new presence, and sensed her young protege's distress. The Goddess/Superheroine flew to her rescue. Even an immortal Goddess is not invincible, when voluntarily earthbound, and today she faced a being who was her near equal when both were in their physical embodiments.  Moreover, the demonic Succuba had just grown considerable stronger by draining the unfortunate Daring Doll.


Though Ultrairia's attack was initially successful, Succuba shook it off and retaliated. On the Earthly sphere, Succuba may initially have been nearly as strong as the Goddess, herself, but the evil demoness had drained and absorbed all of  the powers of the unfortunate Daring Doll. Though the youthful heroine was young and inexperienced, she potentially was one of the most powerful superwomen alive. Now Succuba had added all that tremendous force to her own, and was much better able to use it to full advantage. Ultrairia was well aware, that she had rarely if ever face so a dangerous a challenge. 


Succuba's kick staggered Mighty Ultrairia, and she skillfully exploited her advantage.


The reeling Ultrairia tried to regain the advantage, but Succuba shook off her punch, and returned an even more powerful blow.


Succuba didn't stop with one return blow, but loosed a shattering barrage of punches.


After one viciously low blow, Ultrairia felt the first alarming tingle of her mighty powers ebbing away. At such close quarters, Succuba was already at work gradually stealing the life force from the powerful goddess. If Ultrairia didn't swiftly defeat the evil demoness, and neutralize that foul ability, Succuba would plunder all her powers. But could Ultrairia defeat Succuba? Already, after only the first exchange of blows, the badly battered Goddess was reeling. The gleefully laughing Succuba saw her Divine opponent was scarcely able to defend herself and swiftly resumed the one-sided beating.  The power she was absorbing from Ultrairia, was even greater than what she stole from Daring Doll. Succuba was close to being invincible. 


It wasn't long before, Succuba was able to seize Ultrairia in her fearsome grip. The hampered Goddess struggled mightily to escape that hideous embrace, but Succcuba's arms were now inescapably strong. Nothing availed Ultrairia, and once Succuba was in full contact with her own Divine Form, the demoness could drain her even more quickly.


Pressing her foul body against Ultrairia 's mighty form, the evil Succuba exerted all of her dark power to drain the heroine's strength and vitality.  By now Ultrairia was helpless to prevent it. Each second, Succuba grew stronger and Ultrairia weaker.

Ultrairia's desperate struggle only accelerated the loss of Divine Power. Soon her desperate struggles weakened, until she could do no more than squirm pitifully in the foul creature's arms.


Ultrairia defiantly resisted to her last gasp, but all too soon, the enfeebled Goddess dangled limply from Succuba's foul grip. With a triumphant cry Succuba let her helpless prey fall to the ground. 



As Ultrairia crouched at her feet, Succuba taunted her. The fallen Goddess strove to stand and meet Succuba's gloating challenge, but weakness paralyzed her.


After enjoying Ultrairia's fruitless struggles for a few moments, Succuba seized the helpless Goddess in a demeaning grip, and effortlessly raised her  high in the air.  Ultrairia wailed in fear of what Succuba would do to her. The diabolical creature had seemingly drained Ultrairia's Divine courage along with her strength.


Ultrairia trembled in panic as Succuba swung her aloft, a fearless Divinity experiencing craven cowardice for the first time.


Succuba dashed the wailing Superheroine's body to the ground, and Ultrairia lay frozen in fear, weeping in pain and terror.

"Come here you sniveling bitch!" Succuba sneered triumphantly, as she dragged the whimpering Goddess to her feet. Ultrairia's blood froze at Succuba's loathsome touch. Succuba bound the captive with Underworld chains that even a Goddess in full possession of her powers would find inescapable.

As Succuba scornfully examined her fettered body, Ultrairia did her best to return the sneer defiantly, but her heart was thumping wildly in her chest, and cold sweat drenched her brief costume.


Satisfied that the wretched, chained Goddess looked cowed and helpless, Succuba gloatingly dragged her other superheroine captive from a foul cleft in the rock where she had caged her. Daring Doll was on her knees, a chain leash around her neck. At sight of the revered Ultrairia, a defeated, frightened prisoner, like herself, Daring Doll broke into hopeless sobs. Ultrairia could no longer restrain her own tears, knowing she had failed her adoring disciple.



That was as far as that first Ultrairia try got.



Danger From the Orient.

During World War II, our revered Wondie faced the challenge of many evil Nazi women, but rarely was there any record of our heroine meeting danger from the Land of the Rising Sun. It is rumored that allied propaganda services determined it best to censor news of those encounters, because, if made public, the outcomes would have had a negative effect on Allied civilian morale.




The following two Japanese news service photos are all that survived from two other encounters in the Pacific. Wondie does not appear to be doing well in either of them.






All further record of the outcome of the next contest has been purged from government files. It is likely that decision was made with good reason, for we do know that another Allied heroine apparently did not fare well against Major Reiko Kyoki of Imperial Japanese Military Intelligence.



In 1942, in preparation for an invasion of a tropical jungle of the South Pacific, Major Reiko Kyoki  was sent by her Intelligence Agency on a lone
reconnaissance mission. Only one obstacle stood in the path of the ruthless Axis agent's mission: Tasheena, wild Mistress of the Jungle. It was the kind of challenge Major Kyoki most enjoyed. The pictures that survived of the encounter were found loose in a dusty file in a warehouse near Tokyo. We have no way of knowing the order in which the pictures were taken. Though initially the fight seemed equal, it appears the Japanese woman was prevailing. We do know that about that time, Tasheena was confined to a Prisoner of War Camp from which she did not emerge alive. We also know that Major Kyoki returned to Tokyo, and was promoted to Lieutenant Colonel.







 



More next Time.