By  GW

Illustrated Costumed Heroine, F/F Domination Fight.

Joyce Jenson, had just finished a stint, covering the Spanish Civil War. Back in New York City,  her editor had a new assignment for the glamorous, internationally known, war correspondent.

"Hey, Sweety, you heard about Amelia Earhart vanishing in the South Pacific, I suppose?"

"Well yes, they did send us newspapers, even in the trenches outside Barcleona!" Joyce grinned. "Before I went to Spain, I covered some of her flights. She was kind of my heroine, when I was in School!"  The tall redhead admitted.

"How'd you like to go looking for her?"

"I'd really love to find out what happened to her!"  Joyce replied eagerly, "But what about my other commitments?"  She added.

"It was Admiral Carstairs that suggested you cover this story!"  The 'old man' added with a nod. "Naval Intelligence is pretty anxious to know, but they don't want to be implicated!  It might look like Amelia was on a mission for them!"

Joyce knew better than to ask if that were true or not. "When do I leave?"  Was her only question.

"My secretary got you reservations on the Super Chief to LA tonight, and she's booked passage on the new PanAm Clipper to the South Pacific from there!"

"Tonight?" Joyce moaned. "I was looking forward to a little Manhattan night life!"

"Duty calls, Sweety!"  Was the smirking reply, from the three-hundred-pound newsman, who rarely left the comforts of Manhattan, himself.

Joyce stuck her tongue out, at the fat man, and said, in martyred tone. "Well, I better get repacked!  Oh well, I have been  looking forward to  a trip on the new Clipper!"

A week later, Joyce took the weekly launch  from the main island to the small Japanese Mandate of Tooga-Tooga. It was rumored the Japanese had set up some sort of secret prison colony there.  As soon as she checked into the seedy tropical hotel, the only one on the island, Joyce decided to go for a walk. As she left the hotel, the desk clerk warned her.

"Missy shouldn't wander around here too much by yourself. Some tourists have disappeared!"

Joyce replied, with a grin.  "Oh, I'll be okay!  People have tried to make me disappear before!"

Joyce walked for about an hour. She began to wish she'd worn something more practical than the stylish, short skirt, and high heels she'd picked up in Paris on the way back from Spain. Finally, she neared her objective.  Up ahead, through the jungle foliage, she glimpsed a primitive guard tower. The rumors were right!  The Imperial Japanese Army had established a secret prison here!  Joyce had only gone a few steps further, when a short, stocky, female figure stepped out of the jungle, onto the trail. The woman wore a Japanese Officer's uniform. Joyce recognized the insignia of Captain, an unusually high rank for a Japanese woman in the traditionally male oriented society.

"Who are you?  What are you doing here?"  The woman  snapped angrily. Her English was unaccented except for a few hints of Southern California.

"Oh!  Hi!" Joyce replied with a vapid smile. "Oh I  was just admiring the scenery here, on your lovely island.  It's so lush and delightful!"  She gushed.  "I'm Barbara Anderson, a botanist, here to study your rare, spotted black orchids!"

"Sure, you are, Honey!" The Japanese woman smirked. "I've seen your pictures in the papers!  You're Joyce Jenson, the reporter!"

Joyce laughed, ignoring the sarcasm. "That's funny, I've often been told I look like her! I wish I were a glamorous reporter, sometimes!"  Joyce took out the Passport, she'd been issued, for the assignment, showing her identity as Barbara Anderson.

Surprisingly, the Japanese Officer apparently accepted Joyce's assertion.

"What's your name, if I may ask?"  Joyce asked innocently.

"I'm Captain Yoshi Umecki, the Camp Commandant!"  The woman replied proudly.

"Oh, how exciting that must be!"  Joyce simpered.

"Yeah, sure it is!"  Yoshi snapped back.  "Okay Honey, whether you're Barbara Anderson, the botanist, or Joyce Jenson, the reporter, I doubt if you came here to look at flowers.  I strongly suggest you turn those big, overgrown American boobs around, and follow them back to the hotel and stay there until the boat leaves next week!"

"Oh, all right, if you say so!"  Joyce pouted prettily. "I do so admire a woman, who can exercise authority in a man's world! And you speak english so excellently!  Were you educated in the USA?"

"Yeah, Honey!  I graduated from UCLA, and I learned to deal with big-boobed American sluts like you, there!  Now get moving before I use my boot as an incentive!"

"Well certainly!   If that's the way you feel, Captain!"  Joyce sniffed, with a hurt expression.

Still smiling sweetly, Joyce turned, and retraced her steps, without a backward glance. She was secretly pleased. The Captain's attitude confirmed her suspicions that there was something to hide on the Island.  "Well, maybe Danger Lass can find out what our nasty Captain is hiding, even if Joyce Jenson or 'Barbara Anderson' couldn't?  Joyce mused, as she walked. "Darn why did I wear these high heels, in the jungle, anyway?"

As Joyce traipsed off, the Japanese Officer watched her suspiciously, until she disappeared from sight. "That was too easy I think!  I best double the night sentries while that snoopy bimbo is on the island!"  Yoshi muttered.

After dinner that night, Joyce took a short nap. About midnight she awoke with catlike alertness. She glanced out the window. The sleepy jungle town was asleep.  Only a few dim street lamps on. Joyce swiftly donned the proud red, white, and blue costume of Danger Lass.  In the guise of the mysterious masked Danger Lass, she could get into places even a reporter couldn't penetrate.  Early in her career, Joyce had discovered the alternate identity to be of incredible value, as both reporter and government agent. Danger Lass could operate outside normal legalistic and diplomatic channels.

In her low-heeled, soft leather bootlets, Danger Lass covered the distance to the Japanese Compound, in half the time it had taken that afternoon.

About one in the morning, an aide woke Captain Yoshi.  "Ma'am, one of the guards spotted an intruder lurking outside the fence!  Should I send out a patrol?"

Yoshi jumped out of bed, and quickly pulled on her boots. "No, I'll handle this myself!"  She snapped. She picked up her gun, not bothering to dress, in the hot, humid, jungle night.

A bright full moon lit up the jungle, and Yoshi, long used to the area, sped through the jungle with amazing quickness.  A few minutes later, she spotted a tall figure about to scale the barbed wire. She slipped noiselessly up behind her target.

The first inkling Danger Lass had, that she'd been spotted, was when she heard a voice snap   behind her. "Hands in the air!"  She felt cold steel, poking at her back.

Despite her surprise, Danger Lass instantly wheeled around, and skillfully knocked the gun from the Japanese Officer's hand.

Yoshi tried to throw a punch, but Joyce dodged, and struck first, landing a hard left on the other girl's chin. She followed up, immediately, with an even harder right fist to the other side of Yoshi's face.

Caught completely off guard, by the agile American Agent, Yoshi was wide open for the next punch, that landed low in her belly, taking her breath away.

Yoshi, gasping and moaning, collapsed on the jungle floor.

Danger Lass grinned down at the gasping Yoshi.  "Had enough 'Honey'?" She asked, certain that she'd taken all the fight out off the short, powerfully-built woman.  Joyce was an expert with her fists, and knew it. Nobody, she'd ever fought before, man or woman, had ever remained on their feet, after a few punches, like she'd just thrown.

Yoshi was no ordinary opponent, though. Joyce discovered, it was too early to count the wily Japanese Officer out. Still crouching on the ground, Yoshi drove the extended fingers of her right hand straight into Danger Lass's lower tummy.  The attack took the American Girl's breath away, and she squawked in agony.

Before Joyce could get her breath back, Yoshi shot to her feet, with the power of a Zero fighter plane. She guided her short, powerful body with unerring aim, striking the Danger Lass's chin with the top of her head.  Her head driven by all the power of her stocky body knocked Danger Lass for a loop.

Before Danger Lass could clear her reeling senses, Yoshi struck again, driving her Karate trained fist into Joyce's chest with heart stopping force.

As Danger Lass clutched her chest, trying to get her breath, Yoshi drew back her right fist, then threw a solid right to the jaw. The blow landed right on the button

Her legs wobbling, Danger Lass still stayed on her feet. Her legs might be wobbling, but her jaw set in determination.

"Got to nail her!"  The courageous American told herself.  Joyce threw her best punch, with everything she had behind it, but the wily Yoshi artfully ducked, just in time.  As the powerful punch whistled over her head, she retaliated with a deadly right to Danger Lass's abdomen.  The punch left the gallant American Agent nearly paralyzed, by pain

The dumb-founded Danger Lass stumbled backward.  Her head was spinning.  She could hardly think straight.