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 wartime era, and in the milieu, portrayed.

Mission To Los Grande. Part 1.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)


(For your consideration! What if... Alternate histories, or even alternatives to fictional history are always intriguing. What if a  familiar 'strange visitor from another planet' had a twin sister chosen to be saved from catastrophe instead? What if fate sent her equally familiar, blonde cousin to be reared in Nazi Germany? What if...)

Our story began ages ago, on a planet circling a star far across the limitless expanses of the galaxy. Several of the planet's greatest scientists became aware that a calamity of catastrophic proportion would shortly destroy their world and people. With so short a time left to prepare, there was little they could do. In a pathetic token gesture, two tiny craft were sent to safety. Each ark carried an infant girl in suspended animation, and sought the nearest inhabitable planet, our own Earth. Due to the vagaries of interstellar astrogation in the immeasurable reaches of space, the two ships became slightly separated, enough to cause a relatively slight deviation, slight in cosmic terms, in their arrival times.

The first ship landed in the midwestern United States in 1912. It settled down gracefully in an isolated cornfield, where it was discovered  by a childless farm couple, Ezra and Margaret Flint. When Ezra opened the portal to the craft, to their astonishment, the couple discovered an adorable baby girl, inside. As the portal opened, the baby revived from her long suspended animation, as though waking from an afternoon nap. Convinced the child was the heaven sent answer to their heartfelt prayers, Margaret and Ezra gratefully adopted and raised the child as their own, naming her Abigail.

As the years passed, the Flint's were amazed  to discover that their new daughter was no ordinary child, but possessed incredible strength, as well as an invulnerability to blows as well as to fire and bullets. Moreover Abigail could even fly when she so chose. Living in rural isolation, the Flint's wisely concealed their daughter's seemingly miraculous powers from outsiders. As she grew older they counseled Abigail never to show off what she could do, even to her closest friends.

Aside from this one stricture, young Abigail, or Abby, as she was usually called was lovingly raised in accordance with her devout hard working parent's traditional American values.

It wasn't until 1925, thirteen years after the first landing, that the second ark came down in Post World War I Prussia. By odd coincidence that ship, too, was found by a childless couple. Like the Flints, the von Hertzvald's eagerly adopted the angelic, blond infant they found. Childlessness was perhaps the German couple's only resemblance to the simple, hardworking, god fearing Flints. The von Hertzvald's were already staunch adherents of the then struggling Nazi cause. In fact, Colonel Kurt von Hertzvald, an embittered veteran of the War to end wars, had only recently been released from prison, for his part in Adolf Hitler's abortive Munich Putsch of 1922.

The von Hertzvald's foundling daughter, named Inga, was raised as a child of aristocratic privilege, but in accordance with stern Prussian discipline. The impressionable child was thoroughly imbued with the perverted twisted doctrines of Nazism, including a sneering contempt for the "decadent democracies."

Inga's adoptive parents were gratified when they discovered their new daughter's own amazing abilities, and resolved to develop them to the fullest. They would make their Inga the very epitome of the ideal, dominant Nordic woman, a credit to the so-called 'master race'; a paragon who would bring honor and glory to the fatherland and to the Aryan Race. The irony of the paragon of Nordic femininity not being Nordic by birth, nor even born on this planet, was perhaps lost on the humorless Colonel von Hertzvald.

In addition to an excellent  education at prestigious private schools, Inga was taught several foreign languages, all of which, including English, she spoke with little or no accent. Despite her enormous physical strength, her father insisted she learn many forms of physical combat. The world heavyweight boxing champion, Max Schmelling, himself, taught the girl to box. A representative of the Japanese Embassy in Germany taught her Eastern martial Arts techniques, at which she excelled.

Meanwhile, Abby Flint worked her way through, and graduated from, a mid-western land grant college. Leaving the farm behind, she moved to the 'big city', securing a position as copy girl on a large metropolitan newspaper. Endowed with super intelligence, in only a few years of diligent application, she became the paper's star reporter. In that position, she became all too aware of the evils caused by criminal activity to so many hardworking fellow citizens.

Taught by her adoptive parents to use all her talents for the benefit of others, Abby began using her super powers to fight evil and crime, and combat natural disasters. In order to make the fullest use of her powers, she adapted a secret identity, wearing a proud costume of red and blue. The sensational exploits of the mysterious, beautiful superwoman quickly caught the imagination of the public. As she became a national sensation, she was dubbed 'Lady Marvel' by the media, and the name stuck.

By the time the United States entered the second world war, following the attack on Pearl Harbor, Lady Marvel was a National Institution, idolized by all right thinking Americans. As soon as war broke out, Lady Marvel offered her services to the military. She soon proved as invaluable in combating Axis agents, as she had in fighting crime in pre-war days.

At about that time, young Inga von Hertzvald, an ardent member of the Hitler Youth, was inducted into full membership in the dreaded SS.  Her final training was entrusted to the infamous Commandant Gerda von Hipper. Gerda was delighted by her new charge. She was under a cloud, because of a failed mission to Africa, and it seemed a good sign from  the SS high Command, that her period of penance might be coming to an end.

"Ja, ve vill call you Ubermadchen. Liebchen! You vill be like that Yankee bitch zey call Lady Marvel! Ja, maybe you vill gedt ze chanze to zhow zat bitch a few sings vun of zeze days!" 

In addition to the more elegant martial arts skill, she already possessed, Gerda taught young Inga many of her own gutter, street fighting tricks. "Ja, alvayz gedt ze boot in firzt Liebchen! Zat vill cum in handy iff you have ze chanz to fighdt zat Lady Marvel bitch! Und neffer forgedt, iv you knock her down, kick her!"

Even while completing her training, Ubermadchen proved as valuable to the Nazi cause in counter-intelligence activities in continental Europe, as Lady Marvel was in the United States.

In 1943, her training complete, SS Reichsfuhrer Himmler made the decision to send Ubermadchen, and her mentor, Commandant von Hipper to the Americas. There, the Nazi superwoman would, under Gerda's direction, destroy or disrupt the Panama Canal, vital to Allied war effort. Taken by submarine to the South Atlantic, to avoid radar detection, Ubermadchen flew the final few hundred miles, carrying Gerda, and their considerable baggage, to Los Grande, a country whose government was sympathetic to the Nazis. The two women landed at a secret Nazi scientific base maintained there by the SS, under the direction of Dr Klinkhausen, a German scientist who had been living in Los Grande for some years.

Unknown to the SS, much of their radio traffic was monitored by British Intelligence and translated at a secret facility at Bletchley Park. Allied Intelligence had give the highest priority to any news of the so-called Ubermadchen. When information about the mission was deciphered, the director of the British Intelligence Service personally informed General Donovan, Chief of the U. S. Office of Special Operations (OSS) of the threat to the Canal.

The OSS was aware of the danger posed by Ubermadchen, and had stockpiled stores of a mysterious element called kryptonite, that was known to be deadly to both Lady Marvel and to Ubermadchen.  If the threat had come from a nation friendly to the Allied War effort, as were most nations in the Western Hemisphere, a special  secret, military mission would have been launched to deal with the threat. Due to Los Grande's Nazi sympathies such action would be difficult without a lengthy period of hard-ball diplomacy. The U. S. State Department began that process, but meanwhile the situation was deemed too urgent to delay.

In order to deal with the threat immediately, the OSS called upon Lady Marvel.  It was certain the American superheroine, considered by all to be invincible, could easily deal with any Nazi, even a Nazi  superwoman. Always eager to serve her country, Lady Marvel flew posthaste to Los Grande. From a map supplied by the OSS, the superheroine, knew the Nazi Mission was head quartered in a jungle cave not far from the main Nazi compound. Possessing the navigational accuracy of a migratory bird, Lady Marvel quickly located her target. The entrance was concealed by camouflage, but the superheroine's keen vision discerned it easily.

Lady Marvel strode boldly into the cave. By luck, Gerda was away at a meeting with Dr. Klinkhausen at the main camp. Lady Marvel found Ubermadchen alone in the fairly large, brilliantly lit cave.

There were no preliminaries! Each knew the other's reputation, and that the outcome of their encounter could well decide the course of the war. The two superwomen circled each other warily, but confidently, looking for an opening. Yet, Lady Marvel hesitated. After all she was older, in earth years and more mature than the slim German girl, who was still only a teenager. She had years of experience combating the most depraved criminals. Not only that, she was a head taller, and considerably broader, and more muscular. The American heroine's innate sense of fair play caused her to feel repugnance at attacking a foe who was obviously no match for Lady Marvel. She could never forgive herself, if she seriously injured the teenager, or worse. 

Pausing a moment, the gallant American heroine tried to reason with her smaller, younger foe. Her effort was answered with a snarl and a sneer.


The ardent young Nazi had no sentimental illusions of fair play. She had been taught that winning, at whatever cost necessary, was the only course for a true daughter of the 'Vaterland.' While Lady Marvel hesitated, out of merciful sensibilities, Ubermadchen ruthlessly struck first, in the brutal manner proscribed by her revered mentor, Commandant von Hipper.

As Lady Marvel gasped in terrible pain, such as she never experienced before, the arrogant, young Nazi sneered at her distress.
 
"I can already tell it will be easy to hurt you! You are soft and decadent, like all Yankees! You are not a real fighter! You don't have the stomach for it! We Nazis are strong willed, with blood and iron in our souls! My fists will break you to my stronger will!"  The innocent appearing blonde teenager boasted arrogantly

"Oh you poor misguided girl!" Lady Marvel gasped, even now, loathe to unloose her full strength against such a fragile appearing enemy.


Young Inga ruthlessly capitalized on the success of her underhanded attack, seizing the gasping Lady Marvel's left wrist. Skillfully, and painfully, she rammed the bigger woman's arm behind her back, immobilizing her. Lady Marvel squealed in shock.  Once again she experienced that unfamiliar sensation of fierce pain.



Despite her tender years, Inga was considerably better versed in combat than her older, larger opponent. She guessed, that she couldn't hold the more powerful, mature woman long this early in the contest. Best to break the hold herself, rather than give her foe the satisfaction of tearing loose.  As she released Lady Marvel's arm, Ubermadchen launched a contemptuous, but painful kick to the American's broad, provocatively rounded behind.


Her delectable derriere smarting painfully, Lady Marvel wheeled around angrily, resolved to waste no more ideas of mercy, on this snotty, arrogant teenager. Ubermadchen taunted her, daring, nay inviting, the older woman to strike.


Lady Marvel swung her mighty right arm at the teenager, but the wily Nazi, expert in the pugilistic art, ducked the unscientific blow with ease.



Chagrined, Lady Marvel followed up with her mighty left arm, with equal lack of success.



After missing two punches, Lady Marvel took more careful aim the third time. Her blow landed squarely on Ubermadchen's chin. The younger girl was staggered by the powerful blow. She had skillfully rolled with the punch avoiding some of its impact, nevertheless it hurt, and she was no more inured to pain than her foe. Steeling her will, as her Prussian father taught her, Inga von Hertzvald resolutely blinked back a tear of pain, and concealed her distress with a sarcastic, sneering retort.

The American Champion had landed many punches in her distinguished, crimefighting career, and each one had been the decisive end to some criminal enterprise.  She was dismayed, when the Nazi girl sneerlingly laughed off the punch. Moreover, Lady Marvel never hit another being with a body as hard and dense as her own, before, and her own hand stung painfully from the impact.

Before the chagrined Lady Marvel could throw another punch, Ubermadchen contemptuously smacked her face with her open hand. Though it might appear a frivolous attack, Inga was a karate mistress; her body tightly coiled, she concentrated all the power of her phenomenal super strength behind the blow. The slap stung like the blazes, and staggered the powerfully built American heroine.    

Before Lady Marvel could recover from the first slap, Ubermadchen smacked her across the other cheek, just as hard.



Perhaps, for the first time in her life, Lady Marvel completely 'blew her top'. In blind fury, she flung herself at her tormentor, her only thought retaliation. Lady Marvel's reaction was hardly a surprise to the arrogant, little teenager, and she braced herself expectantly.


Once again, Ubermadchen fell back upon Commandant von Hipper's lessons. A foul, but well aimed kick struck with deadly accuracy, stopping Lady Marvel dead in her tracks. The Nazi girl felt no qualms about fighting dirty, she only felt contempt that her gallant foe fell for the same trick, twice.


Before Lady Marvel could straighten up, Ubermadchen, combining her deadly karate skills with her ability to fly, struck from the air.

"Heard of the Blitzkrieg, booby?"  The young Nazi cried triumphantly, as her foot flew directly at her foe's beautiful face. Though constrained by the confines of the cave, the blond female missile achieved rocket like momentum.

 

Ubermadchen's boot heel struck Lady Marvel's jaw with a crunch, and would have torn the head from the shoulders of an earthling.


For Ubermadchen there was no need to land between kicks, and remaining airborne, she circled in midair and struck the other side of her foe's face.



Ubermadchen was enjoying herself! Why stop? The big Yankee woman bewildered by the younger girls' speed, staggered this way and that, crying out in pain, as flying feet seemed to strike her from all directions. 





The bedeviled Lady Marvel would have crashed to the floor as the final kick nearly sprained her back, but the devilishly quick Ubermadchen wrapped her legs around her neck, keeping her on her feet, a while longer.


Ubermadchen's slim legs cut off the air to her bigger foe's lungs, nearly strangling her. Lady Marvel staggered about the cave, vainly trying to dislodge the little succubus.



Before releasing her, Ubermadchen raked her sharp nails across her staggering enemy's eyes, clawing like a cat, adding greatly to Lady Marvel's distress.




Ubermadchen jumped clear as Lady Marvel staggered away, rubbing her stinging, teary eyes to clear them.




End of Part 1.


Go on to Part 2.