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 3.
By
GW
(gwalb@nycap.rr.com or gwalb@yahoo.com)
The
vicious young Nazi, Ubermadchen, unlike her gallant American foe,
Lady Marvel, was a rigorously trained expert, in many forms of combat
including barroom brawling. Though much smaller and younger, her savage
cunning and expertise had prevailed
over age, strength and noble purpose. Ubermadchen, gaining the
advantage, had ruthlessly beaten Lady Marvel to the floor, and then
continued to brutally attack her fallen foe. The vile little Nazi
blonde considered no target was off limits, not even her foe's gorgeous
breasts.
Lady Marvel was appalled that the
vicious young Nazi foully
targeted
her
bounteous bosom, but she soon discovered Ubermadchen could be even
more
monstrously depraved.
As Lady Marvel,
screaming in agony, tried
to roll or crawl away, the merciless Ubermadchen followed relentlessly,
kicking
her across the floor of
the cave.
There was no
escape from those thudding
kicks.
Ubermadchen planted her boot heel
on her writhing foe's chest, and
once
again demanded her surrender.
Gulping in uncertainty, Lady
Marvel once
again
refused, her voice faltering.
Ubermadchen was
growing impatient. She
grabbed a handful of Lady Marvel's uniform tunic, and hauled the
groaning American to her knees.
Ubermadchen paused a moment, fist
cocked. Lady Marvel screamed
fearfully.
Lady Marvel's
frightened scream of
protest fell on deaf ears. Ubermadchen's fist feeling like a sledge
hammer plowed into her face.
As Lady Marvel squealed in
painful fear, Ubermadchen continued to
hammer her beautiful, suffering face. There was not even token
resistance to this sadistically brutal beating now, only Lady
Marvel's fearful cries before each blow, and her moaning screams,
after.
Once more, Ubermadchen paused,
fist cocked. Lady Marvel, battered
nearly
senseless, couldn't take her frightened eyes from that awful
fist. Oh, no more! She knew
she
was beaten. Knowing the importance of her mission, that knowledge was
inconceivably bitter. She longed so, to resist, but even super flesh
has
its limits. She just couldn't take any
more. In quavering voice, Lady Marvel croaked her surrender.
Once Lady Marvel whimpered her
submission, Ubermadchen hauled the
defeated
champion to her feet.
When Ubermadchen
released her, it took all
of Lady Marvel's faltering strength to stay on her feet. A slight
shove was enough to turn her the other way.
Hardly able to grasp what was
happening to her in this nightmare, it
was only when she felt the cool air of the cave on her flesh, that Lady
Marvel realized the horrid little Nazi was
pulling down her uniform briefs, exposing her magnificently
rounded bottom cheeks to view. When the mortifying realization
penetrated her pain drugged senses, she shrieked in horror.
As Lady Marvel
nearly wept in frustrated
protest, Ubermadchen finished denuding her.
It was the final straw. Lady
Marvel's broad shoulders slumped in
hopeless despair. Vainly the defeated champion of wholesome virtue
tried to cover her mortifying nakedness.
As Lady Marvel slumped in despair,
Ubermadchen secured a stout, black paddle from a nearby table. It was
no ordinary paddle, but one made of material from the interstellar ship
that brought
Ubermadchen to earth. The alloy of their home world do what no earth
metal could, painfully sting the normally invulnerable flesh of a super
being. Young Inga's stern Prussian parents had occasionally used it to
complete their daughter's training. Inga sentimentally kept it as a
reminder of home. Now it would be amusingly useful, to use it to
further degrade
her
defeated enemy.
It was only when Ubermadchen ordered her to 'assume the position', that
the despairing Lady Marvel became aware of the Nazi's plan. She reacted
in horror.
Lady Marvel's reaction was
instinctive.
Although not yet aware of the paddle's unique properties, the threat of
a mortifying paddling from a teenager was enough to send her fleeing.
Too exhausted to fly in the air, her only recourse was to run from the
girl like a frightened rabbit.
Ubermadchen was
furious at her prisoner's
desperate bid to escape. "Cowardly Bitch!" She sneered.
Of course,
the young Nazi, still
fresh after her victory, could swiftly catch the fleeing superheroine
by flying herself, but NO! It would be more fun to run her exhausted
prey down on
foot, as she had admiringly watched her beloved "Papa" do, when hunting
wild boar with a short spear.
The chase was
short, but decisive.
Ubermadchen swiftly caught her frightened quarry by the collar, and
dragged the squealing, protesting Lady Marvel back across the room to
a small stool.
