Orphaned daughter of a modern day Priestess of the Pallasain Sisterhood, young Amelia Turner was raised, at the behest of the Order's Patroness, the Goddess, Athena, in the obscure, cloistered motherland of the Amazons. There, she was taught the skills and ideals of a righteous, virtuous  Amazon Warrior. The girl thrived and excelled under the loving Amazon regime, becoming one of the greatest Amazon warriors, while still in her teens. On her eighteenth birthday, Athena pleased by Amelia's impressive accomplishments, presented her protégé with Her own Girdle of Power and sent her back out into the wider world, as a crusading emissary of truth and justice.

In the next several years, endowed by the Divine Girdle with superhuman powers, Marvel Lass, as she was dubbed by the media, achieved astounding successes and universal acclaim. The awesome might of her formidable powers contrasted with the purity of youthful beauty, appealing sweetness of manner, and an incorruptible dedication to justice, made Marvel Lass the darling of people everywhere.

Though always sympathetic to the plight of the unfortunate, Marvel Lass was particularly appalled by terrorists who indiscriminately took innocent life. She made those fanatics her special target, and achieved great success in smashing  countless of their nefarious plots. One of the most dangerous and fanatical operatives of the World Terrorist Organization, or WTO, was Valerie Buchannan, amazingly enough a childish appearing teenager.

Despite her cherubic appearance, Valerie, at age seventeen, was already an accomplished assassin and explosives expert, responsible for the deaths of many. Her youthful, innocent appearance, allowed her access to many places from which a more sinister appearing adult would be barred. Valerie was especially adept at planting bombs where they would do the most damage.

Valerie's latest assignment was to plant such an explosive device in the busiest terminal of the Metropolitan subway. Early one morning, shortly before rush hour, Valerie planted her bomb. This time, her well laid scheme went awry, for Marvel Lass was hot on her trail.

Valerie was just about to set the timer, when she was interrupted by the timely appearance of the invincible Champion of Justice.

Valerie had been trained in all forms of martial combat, since infancy, and wasn't about to surrender tamely, especially to a lone girl who despite her voluptuous figure appeared hardly older than herself.  Despite her youth and diminutive size, Valerie had often defeated much larger opponents, through skill, ruthless viciousness and rat like tenacity. None of her fellow conspirators in the WTO, man or woman, dared  cross the vicious teen. Though caught by surprise, she attacked with snakelike quickness, driving a karate kick into Marvel Lass's middle. To anyone else the kick would have been disabling. The tall superheroine made no move to defend herself, but stood proudly erect, laughing slightly as Valerie's foot made no impact on her invulnerable body. In her serene self-confidence she heedlessly revealed that Athena's Girdle made her invulnerable.

The quick witted Valerie swiftly tried to tear the Girdle from Marvel Lass's trim waist, but, no matter how hard she tugged, the Girdle, protected by Athena's power, was irremovable, unless the wearer chose to remove it.

Unable to snatch the girdle, the hot tempered teen, in her frustration, attacked wildly, swinging her arms like a windmill. Marvel Lass continued to chuckle good-naturedly, as she gently fended off, the fierce little shrew. Swinging furiously, Valerie profanely swore what she would do to the tall, raven haired girl under other circumstances.

The hour was growing later, and it was nearly time for Amelia Turner to take her place at the reference Desk of the Municipal Library.

"Oh Gee! Time to get to work.!" Marvel Lass thought. "Guess, I've played around with this little snip long enough!"

"Come on Brat! Time for you to go to jail!" Marvel Lass exclaimed, as she unceremoniously picked up Valerie under her arm like a sack of groceries, and exiting the station leaped into the air. As they left the ground, Valerie gulped and cried out in alarm. Marvel Lass laughingly reassured her, that she was in safe hands.

Flying at top speed, Marvel Lass speedily deposited the diminutive fugitive at Police Headquarters. A short time later, after a quick change of attire in the Lady's Room, Amelia sat down at her desk in the library.

Valerie was tried for espionage and terrorist activities and convicted. Because of her youth, she was sentenced to a Youthful Offenders Facility, rather than a Maximum Security Prison, which perhaps would  have been more appropriate. Despite intensive interrogation, the hardened young terrorist stubbornly refused to reveal any information about the WTO to the Authorities. Following Capture of their ace agent, the organization went to deep cover, shifting their main base to a South American country where security was lax. It became increasingly difficult to counter their activities.

Even the formidable Marvel Lass grew frustrated. "If only I could talk to Valerie as an equal, like a big sister, I bet I could convince her!" Amelia thought one day. During a lull in her library duties, she came up with a plan.

The next day, Marvel Lass went to see the District Attorney, Roger Atkinson.

"Mr. Atkinson, I know you're as anxious as I am to get that girl, Valerie Buchannan to talk! I have a plan! Valerie reached her eighteenth birthday last week, and she's due to be transferred to Federal Prison! Before that happens, I think we have one last chance to get to her! People are always commenting on my 'baby face'!  I could go undercover, as a teen aged criminal! I'd be one of her peers!  If I can do that, I  think I can gain Valerie's confidence and persuade her to see the error of her ways. My Amazon Sisters taught me the ways of loving persuasion, and if I can talk to Valerie, girl to girl, I believe I can make her see reason! She is an extremely intelligent girl, after all!

The District Attorney was dubious. He had grown cynical in his job, and was not optimistic about criminals reforming. Still, he knew that if Valerie would only cooperate, she could reveal a wealth of valuable information. It would be a feather in his cap, and he was coming up for reelection next year!

"But what if she recognizes you?" He asked.

"It's been almost a year since she's seen me, and I won't be wearing my mask or uniform! I'll just be another girl at the reformatory!"

Despite his misgivings, District Attorney Atkinson reluctantly agreed to go go along with Marvel Lass's plan, swayed by her awesome reputation for achieving near miracles in crime prevention.

Amelia Turner arranged a leave of absence from the library, and a few days later, at the behest of the warden, dressed in inmates uniform, Marvel Lass was introduced to Valerie as her new cell mate. At this hour of the day, the prison building was almost deserted, as most of the inmates and Correction Officers were working in the distant fields of the facility farm. Valerie, a chronic malingerer, had feigned illness and was lounging on her bunk. She jumped up at sight of the new prisoner.

The high minded heroine was overly optimistic in thinking that Valerie, trained in espionage and with an undying hatred of the woman who had put her in prison, wouldn't penetrate her disguise, even in the drab prison uniform.

"Heh! Does this big titted floozy think I don't recognize her, without her silly little mask?" Valerie thought as she was introduced to her tall new cell mate. "It doesn't look like she's wearing that damned power belt, either, but I better make sure!"

Valerie, an accomplished liar, expertly concealed her discovery, and pretended to accept her new cell mate, as an equal.

"So what are you in for?" Valerie asked with an innocent smile, biding her time, while thinking "Damn! I wish I knew if the stupid bitch has that frigging girdle on under her dress?"

"Oh I got busted for shop lifting! Damn fuzz!" Marvel Lass replied, trying, unsuccessfully, to sound like a hardened young criminal.

"Tough break, Hon!" Valerie answered, with feigned sympathy.

Just then, the guard returned. "Oh Buchannan! As long as you're goofing off for the day, you can take the newbie down to the showers! Later, when the Captain gets back we'll get her processed! I have some paper work to do in the office!"

"Yeah sure! Ready Amy?"  Valerie asked, thinking. "Heh! Just the chance I was looking for! Damn screw will be on the next floor, and me and Marvel floozy will be alone in the shower, where we won't be interrupted!"

"Just a sec!"  Marvel Lass replied, as she carefully stowed her small suitcase under the cot assigned to her.

Tapping her foot, in apparent impatient disinterest, Valerie shrewdly observed the care her new cell mate took with the valise. "I'll have to get a look at that, when I get the chance!"  Valerie told herself.

"Okay, I'm ready now!" Marvel Lass exclaimed.

As they left the cell, seemingly as an afterthought, Valerie picked up a small cosmetic case from her storage shelf. "Might as will freshen up a little while we're there!" She commented nonchalantly.

Marvel Lass failed to see Valerie's secret smirk, as she picked up the case. Chattering idly, she followed Valerie to the nearby showers.

In the shower room, Marvel Lass shyly undressed. Unused to the reformatory's enforced lack of privacy, she blushed slightly.

Valerie, with an assumed air of boredom, looked away as Marvel Lass undressed. She would bide her time, until she  could be sure. Thankful for Valerie's unaccustomed delicacy, Marvel Lass stepped into the shower stall.

Without seeming to pay attention, Valerie darted a sidelong glance.

"Shit, but she has big tits and a big ass!" Valerie observed, silently. "Like a brick outhouse!" She was pleased to observe  that the tall, black haired girl was not wearing the Girdle of Athena.

"That makes things a little more even!" The young terrorist thought, with satisfaction. Valerie had long fantasized about a confrontation with the self assured crime fighter, when the superheroine wasn't wearing 'that damned belt'!"

While Marvel Lass showered, Valerie undressed as well, and waited eagerly. Despite her tiny immature breasts, Valerie's thick, pubic bush identified the eighteen year old as a sexually mature adult.

Valerie tapped her foot impatiently until the other girl came out of the stall.

This time Valerie couldn't hide her bold stare. Fully rounded, deliciously nude form glistening, and mane of ebony hair dripping wet, Marvel Lass was indeed a fetching sight.

By necessity in her year of captivity, Valerie had developed an interest in the feminine charms of the other inmates, and admiringly admitted to herself that her hated nemesis was gorgeous.

"Shit what a piece of ass! Any other time, I wouldn't mind a piece of that myself! Wonder if she likes girls? Heh, heh! Well, let's find out!"

Without warning, Valerie thrust her hand at the other girl's crotch, and boldly fondled Marvel Lass's  pussy.

"That'll get her attention!" Valerie told herself with an evil leer.

Of course, Marvel Lass was aware that such things went on in prison, but it never occurred to her that anyone would dare make such bold vile advances to HER! She stiffened in shocked outrage.

Momentarily forgetting her plan to ingratiate herself with the young terrorist, the virtuous, strait-laced, young heroine angrily shoved Valerie away from her in disgust.

Further infuriated by Valerie's flippant reply to the shove, Marvel Lass forgot herself to the extend of furiously smacking the smaller girl across the face.

Valerie was not surprised by the other girl's angry reaction. Her offensive gesture was meant to provoke anger, rather than in any hope the virtuous Marvel Lass would be acquiescent to a prison seduction. In anticipation, Valerie rolled with the blow. However, even without her Girdle of Power, Marvel Lass was an incredibly powerful young woman, and the slap momentarily staggered the bold teen.

Instantly ashamed that she had struck a girl so much smaller than herself, no matter how great the provocation, Marvel Lass was about to sheepishly apologize.

"Oh Val, I didn't mean..." Marvel Lass began, extending her hand in renewed friendship, but she got no further.

Valerie fully recovered now, retaliated viciously, driving her left fist directly into the unsuspecting, taller girl's crotch.

Trained by the virtuous Amazons, in clean, sportsman like combat, Marvel Lass was unprepared for the deadly foul blow, that paralyzed her in agony.

While Marvel Lass was still transfixed by the terrible pain in her genitalia, the deadly teen smashed two devastating punches to her face. Incapacitated by the pain in her crotch, Marvel Lass offered an easy target, and the punches landed with ruinous effect.

When the reeling young heroine tried to retaliate, the nasty teen, quick as a cat, avoided her blow with agile skill.

Her missed blow, left Marvel Lass wide open, and Valerie swiftly took advantage of the opening with a deadly strike to the taller girl's svelte belly.

The unexpected, hard-blasting, belly punch doubled Marvel Lass over in renewed agony, while Valerie laughed at her distress.

Gurgling in pain, the dazed heroine desperately threw another punch, but once again she failed to nail her elusive opponent.

On the other hand, the karate trained Valerie's retaliatory strike landed with deadly force and accuracy, smashing Marvel Lass's chest with heart stopping force and paralyzing her lungs.

Attacking her disabled foe before she could recover, the diabolical teen nearly kayoed the tall young crime fighter with two more murderous punches.

Marvel Lass tottered backward, legs trembling uncontrollably. Valerie had hurt her badly! But for that first slap, she hadn't even landed a punch, and Valerie had already knocked her half silly! It was an eye-opening shock for the young Amazon Champion, long used to invulnerability.

"Dear Athena! Better get it together! This is a REAL fight! The little snot is as tough as any Amazon, and a heck of a lot nastier!" Marvel Lass realized as, wincing in pain, she tried to get her trembling body into a defensive stance.

Valerie didn't give her foe a chance to 'get it together'. She was already a little contemptuous of the tall, muscular superheroine's seeming lack of aggressive skill without her super powers, but that didn't mean the fierce little terrorist would let up for an instant. Valerie well knew overconfidence didn't win fights! Switching tactics, the teen bully attacked with a flurry of skillfully executed karate kicks to the reeling crimefighter's jaw and sweetly rounded body. Valerie's feet were perhaps even more deadly than her murderous fists.

Almost knocked off her feet by the first kick to her jaw, Marvel Lass dazedly failed to effectively block or avoid the rest.

Valerie was delighted to find the illustrious Marvel Lass was as susceptible to her kicks as to her punches.

"Sucker! Heh! Look at her fat tits bounce! Gotta love it! She's as big as a cow, and she fights about as good as one too!" Despite her growing contempt, Valerie didn't relent, but like a she wolf smelling blood, attacked even more viciously.

A final kick landed squarely on Marvel Lass's chin, snapping her head backward. She saw a flash of light, and then things went dim. Until now her large solidly muscled physique and amazing stamina had absorbed the teen's brutal punishment, but now it was obvious that she was badly hurt. Involuntarily, not knowing what she was doing, she grasped her aching jaw. Once more, she presented a vulnerable target to the smirking Valerie, never one to miss an easy target.

As Marvel Lass staggered in shock, eyes glazed, guard down, Valerie stepped in close and taking careful aim, struck with all her might. This time, her hard little right fist felled the bigger girl.

Her strong shapely legs buckled, and Marvel Lass fell to her knees, head whirling, to Valerie's contemptuous amusement.