Once she tracked Drusilla, the Goddess of the Jungle, to her Jungle home, Fraulein Power tore off her mask to reveal her true identity of Commandant Gerda von Hipper, to her wartime nemesis, the valiant Champion of the Allied Cause.

The Mighty Goddess of the Jungle was not intimidated at discovering Fraulein Power's true identity.  It was an opportunity to rectify an old mistake. She always regretted letting the evil Nazi fiend escape, that day in 1941. "Glad you showed up! They want you badly at Nuremberg, and you won't escape this time!"

Gerda sneered at the threat, and tossing aside her mask, prepared to even an old score.

Drusilla confidently reached out and seized her old adversary's wrist in an iron grip, never broken since she wore the Jungle Goddess's Pendent.

But with no more than a shrug of her sturdy body, Fraulein Power pulled her wrist loose from Drusilla's forceful grip, much to the surprise and chagrin of the Jungle Goddess.

Another surprise followed immediately, perhaps the most unexpected one of Drusilla's career; the infamous Fraulein Power threw a punch that nearly floored the Mighty Mistress of the Jungle.

Drusilla was shaken to the core by that one incredible blow, but with a shake of her honeyed tresses to clear her head, she told herself that first punch was some absurd fluke. She'd rectify matters soon enough; Drusilla struck back with all the Divine Power of the Goddess!

Amazingly, Fraulein Power was unshaken by the Jungle Goddess's irresistible onslaught. She casually shrugged off punches that had stopped a charging rhino in its tracks, and knocked a maddened rogue elephant to the ground, senseless. Then with unhurried ease, the Nazi came back with a left uppercut that raised the Jungle Goddess off her toes.

It  felt as though the top of Drusilla's head exploded, and that was just the beginning. Before her foe could rally, Fraulein Power battered the stunned Drusilla across the jungle clearing, her fists hammering  beautiful face and magnificent form like pile drivers.

As Drusilla stumbled back on rubbery legs, Fraulein Power seized her waist with arms stronger than the steel cable, Drusilla once parted with such ease.

Drusilla struggled and kicked wildly, but to no avail.  Gerda bent the Jungle Goddess backward, until her body was twisted in frightful agony. As so many of her superheroine sisters had, Drusilla found Fraulein Power's strength irresistibly intimidating.  In growing fear, for the first time since she wore the Pendent of the Goddess, she wailed fearfully.

In moments Fraulein Power's relentless crushing arms sapped Drusilla's superhuman strength and she sagged helplessly in the Nazi's merciless arms, that unfamiliar helplessness fostering her growing panic.

As the Jungle Goddess caved in limply, Fraulein Power let her large, shapely body slide toward the ground, until she'd mashed Drusilla's beautiful face between her large sweaty breasts. At the first overpowering whiff of the musky fetid smell, Drusilla gasped in disgust.

Drusilla's own breasts were certainly no smaller than those of the evil Nazi woman, but her face mashed between them, felt trapped between two huge, relentless millstones, grinding her beautiful features to mush.

The Jungle Goddess gasped and gagged to breathe; what precious air she could draw in was poisoned by the powerful, musky reek of Gerda's sweaty breasts. In panicky horror, she struggled to escape this most hateful of embraces.

Perhaps Fraulein Power was tiring of this game, but just as the smothering mountains of flesh with their hateful stench all but overpowered her, the desperate Jungle Goddess tore loose from Gerda's arms. Born of panic, her  violent wrenching gyration almost snapped her neck.