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 2.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)


Using the nastiest of foul tactics, the youthful Nazi superwoman, Ubermadchen, had gained an advantage over the American Superheroine, Lady Marvel. Using her advantage she had nearly clawed Lady Marvel's eyes out, from behind. While her foe was still half blinded, Ubermadchen grabbed her left arm from behind.


Ubermadchen spun Lady Marvel around. Now that she had softened her up, it was time to display her boxing skills to the American Champion. Although she had been taught good sportsmanship by her more honorable boxing instructor, her more recent association with Gerda von Hipper had it's effect. The Nazi girl lanced a straight left into Lady Marvel's belly, well below the belt. Lady Marvel, still half blinded, didn't even see the punch coming, and the girl's fist sank deep into her unprepared gut.  

As Lady Marvel doubled over with a gasp, Ubermadchen socked her with a resounding right handed punch to the jaw.

 

Gratified by the effect of her first punches, Ubermadchen tore into her faltering foe with vicious abandon.


Staggered by the girl's fierce attack, and lacking the boxing skill to block Ubermadchen's expertly thrown punches, Lady Marvel tried unsuccessfully to hide her extreme distress.

 

The sadistic Nazi girl was enjoying herself immensely; her contempt for her foe growing with every punch.

As Ubermadchen battered her mercilessly, seemingly without effort, Lady Marvel was beginning to doubt herself.

 

Ubermadchen continually taunted the reeling American Champion as she ruthlessly pummeled her.



It looked as though the gallant American champion was likely to crash to the floor. Ubermadchen paused a moment to arrogantly demand her foe's surrender. It might be even more fun to make her give up, than to knock her out cold.

Hardly able to stand, a shaken Lady Marvel stumbled back uncertainly, from the diabolical Nazi teenager. For the first time in her career, the American superheroine's stomach churned fearfully, intimidated by a tiny slip of a girl; a girl who's blond head scarcely reached to her magnificent bosom. Always invincibly victorious, by virtue of her super powers, the idea of defeat never entered her mind before, but now...?
 


Surrender? Lady Marvel? Never! Despite her apprehensive uncertainty, Lady Marvel certainly wasn't about to cravenly concede the battle to a snotty, little blonde teenager. She would have uttered an angry retort, if she could have gotten her breath. 

Ah well! Maybe later? Ubermadchen enjoyed hearing her big American foe scream with pain, anyway. No qualms prevented Ubermadchen from ruthlessly beating and tormenting a nearly defenseless opponent. In fact she quite enjoyed it.  It would give her the opportunity to display some more of her expert karate skills.


The brutal, by now totally one sided, beating went on.

The brutal kicks inflicted even more fierce unaccustomed pain to the reeling American heroine, before today invulnerable to all foes. Her legs buckling, she staggered groggily as Ubermadchen laughed in delight at her distress. Her brain whirling in turmoil, Lady Marvel tottered and felt her rubbery legs about to give way.

Ubermadchen seized the staggering Lady Marvel from behind, in a crushing bearhug. Through the haze of her pain, Lady Marvel felt those hateful hands grasping her body. In alarm, she tried to escape, but it was too late.

Ubermadchen's slim arms lifted the alarmed Lady Marvel's huge body right off the floor.



Desperately, Lady Marvel tried to escape, but the ruthless Nazi teenager had sapped too much of her incredible strength with that relentless beating. She gagged and wheezed in terrible pain, as remorseless arms crushed her middle.


As Lady Marvel grew weaker, the youthfully resilient Nazi seemed to grow stronger. Despite her diminutive size, Ubermadchen had the much bigger American woman completely under her control. Lady Marvel had all but ceased to struggle. To the previously invincible superheroine, now sagging limply in the little blonde's implacable grip, it was horrifying, even frightening, to find herself so helpless.



When Lady Marvel's final pathetic wrigglings all but ended, the arrogant young Nazi set her crushed foe down. Lady Marvel struggled to stay on her feet, but this time she would certainly have collapsed, if Ubermadchen hadn't hauled her erect, by the scruff of her neck.  


If Lady Marvel was going down, Ubermadchen wanted the full satisfaction of putting her there.
 


Ubermadchen grabbed Lady Marvel by the scruff of the neck, and a viciously painful grip at the sensitive juncture of her thighs, and hefted the huge American crimefighter high in the air.


Once more, Lady Marvel felt that awful, unfamiliar sense of helplessness.

Ubermadchen flung her huge foe to the floor. Lady Marvel was far too hurt and exhausted to use her ability to fly to save herself from the spine rattling landing.  She shrieked in fear.



This couldn't go on! It mustn't! "I WON'T--I CAN'T let her win!" With the steely resolve of one who knows her cause is righteous, Lady Marvel determined she must, and WOULD rise and pay the vicious Nazi back. "I WILL beat her!" Nevertheless, even animated by her fierce, spirited resolve, Lady Marvel's badly battered body hardly responded.

Seeing Lady Marvel's valiant determination to get up, again, Ubermadchen struck first, just the way Commandant Gerda taught her to deal with a fallen foe.



One kick would undoubtedly have been more than enough to keep Lady Marvel down for good, but Commandant Gerda's protégé enjoyed her fallen foe's loud screams of pain. Once started she kept on with ruthless Prussian thoroughness.


With the desperation of a wounded animal trying to escape the huntress, Lady Marvel managed to get to her knees. Ubermadchen made sure that was as far as she got.


Lady Marvel wasn't going to get up, anytime soon, but Ubermadchen kept on kicking her, anyway, painfully punishing the gallant heroine for her doomed effort; Commandant Gerda said, it was always a good idea to intimidate and terrorize a foe, when you got the chance.  Fun, too!





End of Part 2.


Go on to Part 3.