By  GW

Illustrated Costumed Heroine F/F Domination Fight.
 

The dumb-founded Danger Lass stumbled backward, her head was spinning.  She could hardly think straight.  Before Joyce knew what was happening, Yoshi grabbed her around the waist. Still in a daze, Joyce struggled futilely, to free herself.

It was no use!  Danger Lass couldn't get loose!  "Good God!  She's strong!"  Joyce thought, in dismay, yet half admiringly, as the Japanese girl lifted her hefty body off the ground.

Once she had her foe in the air, Yoshi tightened her grip convulsively.  Her muscular arms possessed unbelievable power.  In seconds, Joyce was paralyzed from neck to crotch.  She poked and shoved ineffectually at the other girl, but it was no use.  Those powerful arms were cutting her in two.  Danger Lass felt herself blacking out.

"No!  Must fight!"  Danger Lass told herself, but there was nothing she could do.  Her big, shapely body arched, limply backward.

Then, at the last second, as Joyce saw blackness, Yoshi dropped her.  The tall American fell face down, on her hands and knees.  She desperately tried to move.  "Got to get up, or she'll finish me!"

As Joyce struggled to get off her knees, Yoshi landed a devastating kick to the American girl's middle.  The kick lifted Joyce half off the ground, and she cried out in pain.

Now, Danger Lass forgot all about getting up.  All she could think of, was the frightful pain in her middle.  Yoshi pulled Danger Lass half erect, by the hair, and smashed her fist into Joyce's jaw. That was the last thing the gallant redhead remembered for a while.

With a smug smirk of satisfaction, Yoshi picked up the unconcsious American.  She effortlessly slung the bigger woman's hundred and fifty pound body over her shoulder.  She patted Joyce's well rounded derriere, and laughed.  "She's not only got big tits, but a big, fat backside to match!"

Yoshi carried the unconscious Americana Agent to the main gate, and inside the compound, to her office, which doubled as an interrogation room.

Yoshi ordered the guards to tie Danger Lass to an overhead rafter.  The big American girl still didn't stir as the guard's hung her securely.

"I guess, I hit the big bitch harder than I thought!"  Yoshi thought complacently.  She  stood beside the beautiful, bound redhead, and inspected her body, critically. She pulled the jersey material of Danger Lass's costume down, exposing the beautiful American's bountiful bosom.

"Damn!  Those humongous tits don't even need a bra!"  The Japanese girl thought, a little jealously.  "Even in California, I never saw a set of boobs like these!"  She patted Joyce's right breast, then pinched a nipple.

Joyce squealed a little, and then slowly raised her head.   She looked around, groggily.

"Where am I?"  Joyce  murmured, still only half awake.  Then Danger Lass remembered.  Yoshi had beaten her unconscious!  Danger Lass had been captured from time to time, before, in her dangerous career, but never in a one-on-one fight by another woman. That was a blow to her pride!

"Oh Dear!  I can't believe it!  She beat me up!  I've never been hit that hard before in my life! I hit her with everything I had first, too, and it didn't even faze her!'

Then Joyce noticed the disarray of her costume.  "Oh!  And the nasty witch has been looking at my boobs!"  The properly brought up, American Girl thought in horror.

"Well, well!  Is our nosy guest awake?"  Yoshi laughed nastily.

"You let me go, right now!"  Danger Lass sputtered indignantly.

"You won't be going anywhere, for a long time, Honey!"  Yoshi laughed, sweety.  She let Danger Lass hang there helplessly for a few  minutes longer, just staring insolently at the beautiful American's half exposed body.  Yoshi's cold stare made the gallant redhead decidedly nervous. Her flesh crawled in alarm.  She shivered in apprehension.  A look of fear passed over her beautiful face.  It was replaced with a challenging smile, almost immediately, but Yoshi saw it, and laughed in triumph.

Yoshi slowly took a rubber glove from her desk, and slid it on, teasingly taking her time.

"Wha-what are you going to do, with that?" Danger Lass blurted out nervously, unable to control her tongue.

"We always do a full, body cavity search, on all new prisoners!"  Yoshi grinned maliciously

"Don't you dare!" Danger Lass snapped indignantly.  "She wouldn't dare!"  Joyce told herself in alarm.  " Would she?"

Sill laughing maliciously, Yoshi pulled Danger Lass's costume open even further, unsnapping the white belt until she could slide her rubber covered hand all the way inside.  Her fingers slid under Joyce's blue, silk, under panties.

Danger Lass squawked desperately in panic.  "Get away from me, you Nasty Bitch!"   But Yoshi was already fingering her plump, furry mound.

"Oh Dear God, NO!"  Joyce yelped, as Yoshi boldly slid her fingers inside her precious, virginal,  little pussy.

"OHHH!"  Joyce moaned, as the rubber clad fingers began to stroke her, with the most intimate audacity.  Danger Lass stiffened in shock.  "Oh Dear God!  That's making me feel so strange!"  She wept in confusion.

Against her will, Joyce's eyes grew moist.  She panted in unfamiliar response, as the unnatural stimulation had its effect.  Yoshi continued fingering the helpless American heroine's most prized intimacy, until Joyce unwillingly stiffened, and cried out in orgasmic release.

As Yoshi laughingly removed her hand, Joyce hung her head, in shame.  She never felt so dirty and degraded.  Another girl, an enemy agent at that, had made her respond sexually, with just her fingers, all the while, laughing cruelly in her face.  Joyce was no naive, innocent, young, farm girl. She knew  there were women who did such things, but she'd never been interested in that. Now, to have it forced on her like this was worse than if she'd been raped by a man.

"We'll finish the body search, later!"  Yoshi smirked, losing interest, now that she'd achieved her immediate, obscene purpose.  She pulled the glove off and patted Joyce's flaming red face. "First, let's see who's behind that mask!"  The Japanese Captain reached for the red mask half covering Danger Lass's face.

The American heroine tried to pull her head away.  This was terribly distressing!  No one ever thought of unmasking her, when she'd been captured before.  It was no use!  Yoshi  tore the mask off Joyce's face.

"Why, Surprise, Surprise!  It's our nosy American reporter or botanist, or whoever you are tonight!  Joyce Jenson, you dumb bimbo, did you really think that mask was going to fool anyone, when you run around, with those big, American tits hanging half out of your costume?"  Yoshi laughed.

"Actually we were expecting you!  Imperial Army Intelligence already figured out that Danger Lass only shows up, when Joyce Jenson is around. They were quite annoyed at those little tricks you played in Shanghai two years ago. Then, our German allies got annoyed at you in Spain last year. They asked us to handle the problem.  Quite an honor, really!  We deliberately planted those rumors about the American flyer, being held prisoner here!  We figured U. S. Naval intelligence would send Danger Lass to investigate! They very nicely obliged!"

Joyce was in shock.  "They knew I was coming!  They deliberately lured me here! This has been a trap, all along!  Oh!  I was so dumb, I fell right into it!"

Yoshi looked at the clock. It was nearly three A. M.  "Well, Sweety, it's been a long night! Reveille is in two hours.  We can continue this in the morning!"

Yoshi motioned for the two guards, and gave them orders in Japanese.  The women didn't speak English.  They untied Joyce's arms, and dragged her into the next room, where there was a holding cell.  They kicked and smacked the American girl around some before they threw her inside.  Danger Lass was still too shaken by the beating and rape to resist much.

The cell was filthy, with not even a cot or sink.  There was only a dirty blanket on the floor, and a filthy, unemptied chamber pot in the corner.  Danger Lass huddled miserably in the corner for the rest of the night, still shaking and whimpering at thought of Yoshi's cruel fingers violating her chaste body.

Joyce finally dozed off for a few minutes before the morning bugle awakened her.  Shortly after, several guards entered her cell.  Two covered her with pistols from the door.  Two others grabbed her and stripped off her costume and boots, leaving only her silk Parisian panties.  Danger Lass gulped in shame, trying to cover herself, as the guards dragged her back to Yoshi's office.

The laughing women threw Joyce down on her knees in front of the Commandant's desk.  Before they left, they tied Joyce's arms behind her.  Yoshi was again dressed in her full uniform.  She sat at ease, behind the desk, for a while, insolently inspecting the miserable American girl, crouching on the floor.  Those cold eyes were especially upsetting.  Joyce  shivered in apprehension.

Yoshi finally stood up.  "Ah yes, we never finished the body search, did we?"

This time, Joyce didn't react with indignation.  She whimpered.  "No, no, please!" While Yoshi donned that awful, rubber glove again.

Yoshi grabbed Joyce by the back of her neck, and bent the big American woman over helplessly.  This time, Yoshi slipped her cruel fingers inside the back of Joyce's blue panties.

"No, no, not there!" Joyce cried plaintively.

The cruel Japanese Captain laughed in delight, rubbing the opulent, white flesh of Joyce's broad, shapely bottom for a few moments. Joyce moaned in anguish.  Then, without further warning, Yoshi rammed three fingers into the American girl's tiny little anus.  Joyce shrieked in shock, as Yoshi wiggled her fingers inside her, carefully exploring every hidden secret of her once inviolate body.

"That should take the haughty bitch down a peg or two!"  Yoshi thought to herself in satisfaction, as she pulled her fingers free with a satisfying plop.

Joyce collapsed in a heap, weeping in shame.

Yoshi went back to her desk and leisurely smoked a cigarette, leaving the sobbing American lying on the floor.  By the time she finished her cigarette, Joyce's sobs had died away, to an occasional sniffle of misery.

Yoshi walked back to the American Girl.  "I have a lot of work to do this morning.  While your here, you may as well do some chores!"  Yoshi indicated a scrub bucket, and the filthy floor.

This was too much!  Joyce bridled at the demeaning order.

"I won't!  You can't make me work for you, even if you torture me!"  Joyce  sniffed resentfully.

"Oh no?  I was hoping  my haughty, big boobed American slut would say something like that!" Yoshi grinned.  She picked up a bamboo baton, and swished it through the air.

Danger Lass shivered in dread.  "I'm not afraid of that!"  She said in what she hoped was a boldly defiant tone.

"Really?"  Yoshi laughed. She toed Danger Lass over on her knees, and pulled  those beautiful silken panties down around the American girl's full succulent thighs. Then with practiced efficiency, Captain Umecki administered a cruel remorseless beating to Danger Lass's back and boldly upthrust buttocks.

Yoshi kept up the beating, until Joyce helplessly howled in surrender.  "I'll do it!  I'll do it!  Only pleasssse, please, don't hit me anymore!"

"Smart girl!"  Yoshi said smugly, though she was a little disappointed to end the pleasurable session.  She untied Joyce's hands.  "I don't think we'll need these anymore, will we?  I think you'll be a good girl from now on, won't you?"

"Y-yes!"  The broken spirited Americana Agent whimpered, fearfully.

Joyce spent the rest of the morning on her hands and knees, scrubbing floors.  The crude, lye soap burned her delicate white hands, and her back and arms ached so badly she could have cried.

After lunch, Yoshi returned from a tour of inspection. "Oh yes!  There's one thing I almost forgot!" Yoshi nodded to the guards.

The two grinning women hauled Danger Lass up on her feet, and sat her on an old orange crate.  One of them tied her hands behind her again.  She tried to resist, but her body ached so badly, they handled her easily.

Yoshi chuckled, nastily.  "That long hair will never do, here!  Breeds lice, you know!"  She picked up a pair of rusty shears and came closer to Joyce.

"Oh please, don't!  Not my hair!"  Joyce wept in anguish.  The unhappy American girl sat in unhappy silence, tears running down her face, as Yoshi jubilantly clipped her long, luxuriant auburn hair away, until there was nothing left but a dark stubble on Joyce's well shaped head.

A few weeks later, satisfied that she had broken the American Agent's spirit, Yoshi transferred Danger Lass to a labor camp in the mountains.  The unfortunate  prisoner was forced to carry water up and down the mountain trails, eighteen or more hours a day, to Japanese labor battalions, building a secret air strip.

The brutal conscript troops often waylaid the beautiful American, and raped and brutalized her. Even the other Asian prisoners sneered and looked down at the American, kicking and tormenting her, at will.  After Yoshi had finished with her, the unhappy American Agent was too apathetic to even fight back.

In 1943, American forces landed on Tooga-Tooga.  After a fierce struggle, the island was secured.  The first order of business for a team from Naval Intelligence was to seek information on their top agent, who had disappeared here, four years earlier.  The broken spirited, ill, abused  woman they found, was a far cry from the bold heroine they sought.