"Is too!"
"Is NOT!"
"Is too, is too , IS TOO!!"
"You aw SOO STUPID, Kidytwewq!" says a diminuitive male in a plum-colored outfit, complete with a plum-colored bowler hat. "I should have wealized that, given youw choice of clothes!"

"The last defense of the weak-minded, Qwertyqaz," replies an equally-small and stocky female in an outlandish copy of Warrior Princess' costume, "is to be insulting. I guess that is also your ONLY line of defense, haw haw haw!" the impish woman from another dimension snaps at her companion. They are currently floating on a cloud over New York City. Qwertyqaz wanted to tormet HyperMan and Kidytrewq came along (her third trip to this dimension) to "watch the Master". She had discovered Warrior Princess on her first visit to this dimension and was over-awed by the amazon's powers and beauty and mission in life. Kidytrewq realized that Warrior Princess was truly the pan-dimensional *Ideal Woman*, someone who should be copied by all females.

Qwertyqaz is from the Eighth Dimension, a feet-on-the-ground kind of magical imp whose pleasure is the torment of the Man of Tomorrow. Unfortunately, HyperMan too often defeats Qwertyqaz by getting him to say his name backwards, thereby banishing him back to the Eighth Dimension for 90 days. And somehow, while waiting for the missing Man of Tomorrow, this irritating Kidytrewq had bullied Qwertyqaz into a debate over the relative merits of HyperLass versus Warrior Princess. Qwertyqaz personally didn't care one fxwt about the ditzy blonde, but in sheer cussedness refused to grant anything to Kidytrewq. The last round of the debate concerned combat skills. Naturally, Kidytrewq took the position that Warrior Princess was the best, most powerful warrior across the nine dimensions. As steam poured from Qwertyqaz's ears, he argued more and more strongly that Warrior Princess was NOT the best fighter, completely oblivious to the fact that if he argued FOR HyperLass, he would also be arguing, in a sense, FOR HyperMan. Qwertyqaz was not known as a bright bulb, in this or any other dimension.

"OK, OK, Kidytwewq," an exasperated Qwertyqaz finally manages to get in edgewise, his ears whistling as they vented steam, "I think the only way to shut you up is to have Hypawlass defeat youw hewoine in combat!"

"HAAHH!!" Kidytrewq cries exhultantly, raising her arms in victory and inadvertantly rocking backward on her cloud, one ill-fitting boot falling off her stubby, chubby leg to drop on her face. Scrambling back to an upright position, she pulls the boot back on and continues lambasting Qwertyqaz, "<grunt> how . . . <puff> are we going <nnngghh> going to get these <nmnmNNN> two heroines to fight each other!? They're FRIENDS, you farbledweez!"

"Well, you ... you cammewnat," Qwertyqaz replies in one of his patented snappy comebacks, "they THINK they'we fwiends . . . NOW!

"That is, in THIS weality, they'we fwiends. What if we . . . if we get them to BELIEVE something else?"

Kidytrewq's tiara, too big for her head, drops into the imp's lap as she finally rights herself and returns to a seated position on the cloud. As she tries to ram the cheap metal bauble into hair that hasn't seen soap or a comb in 200 years, she thinks about Qwertyqaz's suggestion. "Will . . . will Warrior Princess get hurt?" she asks her companion.

"Maybe they'll kill each othew," Qwertyqaz says in a low voice, then hastily adds, "No, no, no, Kidytrewq! A quick battle, a quick pin, and the contest is ovew! Twust me! Let's have a contest between the women. If Hypawlass loses, I'll go back home, othewise you pop out, okay? Hewe's how we'll get those two bimbos to fight each othew . . ."

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Agent Deana Dukes is reviewing inter-office memos on the PC in her cubicle in the Inter-Agency Defense Command (IADC) headquarters just off Chain Bridge Road and the George Washington Parkway in Mclean, Virginia, when she sees a memo from Steve Adore about recent activities of HyperLass, such as recovering stolen nuclear missiles in the American Southwest and in Kazakhstan. "Recovering AND KEEPING THE WARHEADS!" the GS-12 analyst *sees* in the e-mail on her computer screen.

"Great Hera!" gasps Dukes, who in reality is the renowned amazon warrior known to *Man's World* as Warrior Princess, "this creature is truly evil! Not only does she abuse the name of HyperMan and wear a costume that is a cheesy knock-off of his, but now she's coming here to Washington to begin her efforts to control the world! This memo says she has ordered a meeting with Congress. Probably to demand that the country surrender to her power!

"I've got to STOP HER!" the brunette resolves and rises from her desk. She quickly morphs into a six foot tall figure of classic beauty in red and white boots, white panties, and a red and a blue bustier that barely contains her 42D breasts. Fabled bracelets of feminum and a golden lasso and golden tiara complete her costume. Opening a nearby window, she leaps outward and catches wispy winds, strong enough to help her fly up toward her invisible jet, hovering like a Harrier jump jet over the IADC building (and invisible to all sensors or normal sight). Within seconds, she climbs into the plane's cockpit, closes the hatch and fires up the engine to race toward downtown D.C., a few miles away. As her jet roars down the Potomac aimed toward the Washington Monument, Warrior Princess seethes with rising anger toward the . . . the UPstart young woman who DARES to call herself HyperLass! "I'm going to break her back before I turn her over to authorities!" the amazon warrior resolves, teeth grinding together, anger surging through her magnificent body. Her taut nipples shivver within the tight constraints of her bustier, reflecting her rage.

She shoves the jet's throttle to the firewall, kicking on afterburners. The jet roars just 100 feet over the river, a shock wave in its wake that rattles cars on both the George Washington and Clara Barton parkways on either side of the river. As she roars over the Teddy Roosevelt bridge, the wake caused by her speeding invisible jet topples bicyclists and joggers on the pedestrian bridge and scatters traffic on the bikepathways. Windows shatter on both sides of the river as she passes Georgetown and Arlington.

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HyperLass had recently returned from a terrifying mission to Mars for the American space industry. She and HyperMan had *defeated* an ancient robot but she had lost her costume to its minions. After a swift trip (completely naked, carrying the remnants of her shredded costume in one hand) to her apartment in Leesburg, Virginia, to get a replacement, she dressed herself in her *spare* costume. Her spare costume was almost identical to her old costume but had red shorts and a belt in lieu of the short red skirt. There was a more pronounced "V" neck in her white blouse. Also, her sleeves ended in a "V" that covered the back of each hand nearly to the knuckles.

HyperMan had to deal with an InterGang issue in New York City so the Maiden of Muscles agreed to talk to a Congressional sub-committee on the Mars mission and what they had discovered. She leaps through the window of her bedroom and flies eastward from Leesburg toward the District of Columbia, her super vision stabbing ahead looking for obstacles or other things along her flight path. "WHAT!" she suddenly cries, focusing her vision, "the Invisible Jet is creating a path of destruction along the Potomac! Warrior Princess, that big-bosomed bitch! I've wanted to take her down for SOOO long! I don't know why she's in D.C., probably trying to take over the world and starting here first! I'll fix her "double-wide" butt!"

HyperLass snaps her shapely, creamy white thighs together and squeezes more speed out of her muscles and roars toward D.C. and Warrior Princess, oblivious to the shock wave in her wake as she flies at tremendous speed barely 300 feet above the ground. Trees bow down, cars flip up on two wheels, birds fall from the sky and splatter on the ground, and no windows within a mile of her flight path survive the shock wave. Her mind fixes on one thought - "Must get to the Capitol and CRUSH HYPERLASS!"

With grim determination visible in her face and eyes, the Girl of Tomorrow remorselessly roars toward the hated Amazonian super criminal.

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Congresswoman Betsy "Babs" Cameron stands on the steps of the U.S. Capitol, looking down the Mall toward the Lincoln Memorial at the far end. She had planned to meet her friend HyperLass before taking her in to the meeting of the space sub-committee of the appropriations committee. Maybe HyperLass would help NASA make a case for more funding!

Suddenly Cameron gasps as a . . . a tornado (?) roars onto the far end of the Mall, causing water to blast upward from the pools at the western end of the Mall. The wall of wind heads toward the Capitol. Clouds of dust and trash rise from the Mall and tourists on the Mall outside the Smithsonian museums cower in fear. A tremendous blast of wind hits the west face of the Capitol and water spurts up from the Capitol Reflecting Pool, inundating everyone on the Capitol steps, sending all but the short redhead scurrying for shelter. When the sonic boom hits the nation's Capitol building, senators, congressmen, and their secretaries hurriedly pull up zippers and rush toward the bomb shelters, visions of "Independence Day" stoking their fears.

Back on the steps, as Congresswoman Cameron rises to her feet, shaking water off her demure tan business suit, her long red tresses tossing droplets of water away from her head, she looks up for signs of the wind that has ravaged the Mall. Suddenly the figure of Warrior Princess appears in the air over the Capitol, apparently standing in mid-air. Within seconds the tall Amazon princess drops to the steps to stand beside the congresswoman. The Amazon towers over the short (5'7") red-haired representative from Geheim.

"Congresswoman Cameron!" Warrior Princess gasps as her high-heeled boots hit the steps and her creamy white bosom jiggles, barely constrained by the top of her bustier, "I've got to get you to safety! She's . . . she's coming HERE!" The Amazon wraps an arm around Cameron and tries to shove her up the stairs into the Capitol.

"Who . . . what do you mean?" is all Cameron can manage to say when a SECOND wind blast ravages the Mall, roaring over the memorials at the west end, blowing up more trash and leaves and dust, and scattering the tourists who had boldly regained their footing. No windows within three blocks of the Mall have survived these two shock waves. Not a single bureaucrat is still asleep in the city. Suddenly the familiar red-white-and-blue figure of HyperLass, the Maiden of Muscles appears over the steps of the Capitol.

Warrior Princess and Cameron turn toward HyperLass when she says in a loud voice, "Let the congresswoman go, you Amazonian ass wipe, or I'll use my heat vision to burn you where you stand!"

"You . . . you insufferable little BITCH!" Warrior Princess gasps as she confronts the evil-doer. Cameron is released and forgotten as HyperLass drops to the Capitol steps a few feet away from the princess. One of Warrior Princess' long-boned hands surreptitiously goes to her magic lasso hooked on the side of her waist as the woman warrior steps toward the smaller (5'8") figure in blue. "I have powers from the GODS! I'll crush you like a bug if you resist me!" Warrior Princess hisses.

Seeing the congresswoman flee up the steps and into the safety of the Capitol, HyperLass drops into her 'power pose' - her feet in a "t" shape (her left foot pointing toward Warrior Princess, the right at a 90 degree angle and behind her center of gravity). Her left arm, bent at the elbow, has an open hand at the end and hovers over her left knee; her right fist is closed and ready to deliver a knockout blow. Her two breasts strain at the fabric of her white top, thrusting forward a magnificent pair of 36Cs.

"I'm here to END your reign of destruction, Warrior Wimp!" the blonde replies, jutting her chin forward. "Surrender now and maybe you won't get hurt too much!"

With eye-blurring speed, Warrior Princess whips her lasso off her waist and snaps it around the thin white-covered waist of her adversary, settling just above her hips. The whip-like motion causes the magical device to coil tightly around the Maiden of Muscles and as it does, a blank expression washes over her face.

"You can't resist the power of my magic lasso, HyperLass!" chortles the Amazon. "I command you to forget about your super powers, to forget that you are an evil person and yield to me!"

"Forget . . . forget . . . I . . . must resist . . . can't . . . resist," HyperLass struggles, and finally her head falls to her chest, blond hair cascading over her shoulders. Her arms fall limply to her sides as all resistence ends. Warrior Princess waits a moment then smiles broadly - the conquest of HyperLass was easier than expected. The tall brunette steps toward her defeated enemy and begins to remove the Golden Lasso from the younger woman's waist.

The Amazon reaches her defeated foe and removes the last strand of the lasso from the slim white waistline. She places one hand under HyperLass' chin and lifts the blonde's head - the Kelvan's eyes stare dully at the woman who so easily defeated her. Coldly, with precision, Warrior Princess raises her left fist and smashes HyperLass' nose, hammering the woman to her knees. HyperLass shakes her head, trying to recover from the blow, when the Amazon brings boths of her fists down on the top of HyperLass' head, hammering her so hard that her knees sink several inches into the concrete steps. Before the dazed woman can respond, Warrior Princess puts one long white hand under each armpit and lifts HyperLass into the air.

"Time to cool you down, little miss firecracker!" gloats the victorious Amazon. She tosses HyperLass higher into the air and grabs the heels of her boots. Warrior Princess then begins to spin on her heels and HyperLass whirls around the older woman. Limp as a rag, HyperLass is stretched outward from the spinning Amazon and her arms, cape and blond tresses flow limply as she spins faster and faster. Without warning the Amazon releases her helpless captive and HyperLass flies like a shot toward the Capitol Reflecting Pool. She skips twice across the water like a flat-bottomed rock before her head hits the far side of the pool and the heroine sinks below the waves of the Pool, unconscious.

Suddenly Betsy Cameron, now in her guise as Nightbird, one of Geheim's finest, rushes from the Capitol and skids to a halt at the top of the Capitol steps. "What in the Hell is going on here?" she asks herself as she sees Warrior Princess toss HyperLass into the Reflecting Pool! Nightbird rushes down the steps toward the Amazon and pulls several things from pouches on her utility belt.

"Don't worry, Nightbird, I've got this well in hand," the Princess gloats, dusting her hands together as if to remove any traces of HyperLass' touch. "In a few seconds I'll have her so beaten and bloodied that you can turn her over to the D.C. police and she won't be able to escape even that bunch of Keystone Kops!"

Nightbird thinks furiously about this situation. Obviously something has happened to Warrior Princess, maybe to HyperLass too. She can't let this fight continue! "Warrior Princess, the Speaker of the House was trapped under a dozen female aides! He needs your help! You go inside and help him, and I'll take care of HyperLass!" Nightbird says as she reaches the tall Amazon. She puts one gloved hand on the alabaster shoulder of Warrior Princess and looks into the woman's eyes. They seem to glow strangely . . .

"Athena grant me Wisdom!" Warrior Princess replies and turns toward the entrance to the Capitol. As she turns, Nightbird's gloved hand is dragged across the top of the Amazonian bosom before either woman can react. Warrior Princess looks down at the Geheimite and the women exchange . . . looks. Nightbird pulls back her hand and the Amazon slowly completes her turn. With a last look over her shoulder at the lithe, petite, dark-clad heroine, the Princess slowly begins running up thesteps and into the Capitol to help the Speaker of the House. The caped avenger looks at the Amazon's butt as she bounds up the steps and muses a second about forbidden treats, about being dominated by that tall, statuesque warrior. Nightbird slowly puts the objects back into her belt pouches for possible use later.

Without a word, Nightbird (whose crotch is suddenly damp) turns and rushes down the steps toward the Reflecting Pool. She boldy leaps into the pool and wades across it to the blue cape floating on the waves. Nightbird pulls on the cape and soon HyperLass' head appears above the water; her eyes are closed and brackish brown water trickles from her mouth and nose. She isn't breathing.

Nightbird scrambles onto the bank and pulls the stricken HyperLass up onto the grass beside the Reflecting Pool. In a perfect imitation of Pamela Anderson, Nightbird performs CPR on HyperLass to try to get the woman to breathe but Nightbird's lungs don't have the power to fill those of the Maiden of Muscles. Exasperated, Nightbird looks up and suddenly has an inspiration. Nightbird runs across the grass toward the nearby street, dragging HyperLass by her cape, her boot heels and boobs bouncing ineffectually as her butt is battered by the hard ground. Her beautiful yellow hair hangs in wet strings on her cheeks and across her shoulders.

Nightbird reaches one of the long limousines waiting to pick up VIPs at the Capitol. Against the driver's protests, Nightbird puts HyperLass' mouth down near the air valve on one of the car's tires and presses the knob down, causing air to rush from the tire into HyperLass' lungs. After releasing enough air to inflate HyperLass' chest, Nightbird lays the woman on her back and jumps on her chest, forcefully expelling air from her lungs as her yellow boots crush HyperLass' breasts and compress her chest. Nightbird repeats this process of filling and emptying HyperLass' lungs (draining six tires on four limos) when suddenly HyperLass coughs and spits up brown water. Her body convulses and shudders, rising awkwardly up on her buttocks as the woman regains consciousness.

"<Gack> . . . <cough> wh-where . . . <snort> what happened!" HyperLass finally manages to say. Her eyes look up at the Geheim heroine and slowly focus on her savior. "Unnnhh . . . Th-thanks, Nightbird!"

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"FOUL!! FOUL!!" Qwertyqaz shouts. He and Kidytrewq have been watching events from the top of the dome on the U.S. Capitol Building. "Warriaw Pwincess cheated!"

"Snarlfeldweeb!" Kidytrewq replies as she uses one of her fake feminum bracelets to pick things from between her teeth. "A superior warrior uses all her weapons to win!"

"Well, I want a wematch - WITHOUT that sowcewous wope!" Qwertyqaz says, pounding his pudgy little fist on the ledge they're sitting on.

"Bwah-hah-hah-hah!" Kidytrewq laughs, "as if your Loser-Lass could survive another fight! If Nightbird hadn't helped, your blonde bimbo would be dead - drowned like an unwanted pussycat! Well, it looks like you'll get your rematch. This time, my Princess will crush your Kleptomian!"

"Kelvanian, you ignowant twit!" Qwertyqaz replies, putting his arms together, pouting. "At least that wope won't affect the outcome!" he mutters to himself. A quick gesture and the Golden Lasso is covered by an Eighth Dimension force field - Warrior Princess will never be able to remove the lasso from her waist as long as Qwertyqaz is in Earth's dimension.

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Warrior Princess strides purposefully onto the steps outside the Capitol's west entrance and stands proudly overlooking the Mall, hands on her hips and her jaw (and breasts) thrust toward the front. Her hair is slightly mussed from a scuffle with a dozen senators who resisted her helping the Speaker of the House - he was under a pile of MALE aides, not female. Warrior Princess was able to free him, nonetheless, and helped him to his feet before she was tackled by Kennedy and his cronies. She shook them off and decided to end the "HyperLass threat" once and for all time.

"Where's Blondie!?" Warrior Princess roars as she looks toward the Reflecting Pool.

"C'mon, HyperLass," Nightbird says to her friend, helping the woman to rise unsteadily to her feet, "you've got to stop Warrior Princess before she does any damage!"

"I-I know, Nightbird . . . but I . . . I CAN'T!" HyperLass moans, "I don't have my powers!"

"Of course you do," Nightbird pleads, "or I wouldn't have had problems filling your lungs. Did she use her lasso on you? Are you under some magical compulsion to forget about your powers?"

"Mnnh . . . I-I don't know . . . maybe," the Maid of Might stammers. One hand massages a bicep as the other brushes lightly across her cunt. She has a feeling that she must yield to that Amazon, do whatever she wants, and the thought causes HyperLass to moisten in her crotch. She has been dominated by many others (it seems), but the thought of being dominated by the Amazon is powerfully arousing. Since her powers are now gone . . .

"Look," Nightbird interrupts, shaking HyperLass by her shoulders, "just go over there and fight her! Her powers have been . . . uh, magically removed! Yeah, that's it, magically removed, just like yours! You hit her as hard as you can and she'll feel it! I'm sure you'll win!"

"Well, I guess I'd better at least try," HyperLass decides, placing one hand on Nightbird's slim waist just above her utility belt, "or who will save the world from her villainy?"

"??" Nightbird wonders as her friend stalks toward the steps, her gait a trifle unsteady as she walks across the grass and onto a sidewalk. As Nightbird starts to rise to help HyperLass defeat Warrior Princess, she is suddenly and forcefully shoved down onto the ground on her butt. Nightbird squirms and tries to get up, but her body goes into a lotus position and she is unable to rise. "What . . . nngh . . . WHAT'S GOING ON HERE!?!?" Nightbird cries out. The limo drivers turn away, uninterested in getting involved with these super females.

HyperLass approaches the Amazon who begins to descend the stairs toward the other heroine. Both are grimly determined to finish this fight. HyperLass is awestruck by the Amazon's beauty - her tall and curvaceous body, those magnificent breasts, and the pearly-white skin. HyperLass quakes slightly in her boots at the prospect of combat with this magnificent woman. As a heroine, HyperLass knows she HAS to try to stop Warrior Princess, regardless the cost to herself. The two women draw near.

"Aha!" Warrior Princess says to herself as she spies HyperLass and Nightbird. "I don't know why Nightbird is helping that criminal, but after I've beaten HyperLass to a pulp, I'll have to have a long talk with that caped crusader!

"Good, HyperLass is headed this way! That makes it easier for me to fight her, to beat her into submission. Then I'll have to decide what to do with their bodies. I surely don't need either one around to cause trouble later!"

The two women meet at the foot of the Capitol steps and prepare themselves for battle. Once again Warrior Princess surreptitiously slips one hand toward the Golden Lasso on her waist and is suddenly shocked when she cannot remove the rope from her girdle. She turns her head to look at her lasso, momentarily forgetting that HyperLass is less than two feet away!

HyperLass sees the Amazon reach for her lasso, then is surprised to see that the device is somehow stuck to her waist. When Warrior Princess turns her head and looks at the lasso, HyperLass sees her chance and charges. A single step and she is close enough to the taller woman - HyperLass smashes her left fist into the Amazon's stomach and the resultant *BOOM* thunders down the concrete canyons lining the Mall. Warrior Princess is flung backward twenty feet to slam into the steps, the back of her head bashing against a riser and momentarily stunning her after the stairs stop her flight and her backbone hammers the steps.

HyperLass is amazed that her punch was so powerful. The Maiden of Muscles rushes toward the Amazon as the latter begins to rise, rubbing the back of her head with one hand. Her magnificent breasts thrust forward as her arm arches back behind her head. As the Warrior Princess' vision clears, she sees a white-clad streak headed at her! Warrior Princess has no time to stop rubbing her head so she just turns sideways, bends and sticks one boot out toward the onrushing Girl of Tomorrow. HyperLass has no time to stop or swerve and the Amazon's red boot meets HyperLass' solar plexus in a titanic explosion that knocks Warrior Princess back onto the steps and sends the Maiden of Muscles flying upward and down the Mall.

"Unngh!" HyperLass moans as she lands two blocks down the Mall, her tush plowing a furrow twenty feet long in the grassy center of the Mall. As she struggles to rise to her feet, she looks up and sees Warrior Princess rushing her at eye-blurring speed. HyperLass can barely raise one arm in front of her face when the Amazon launches herself and flies like a missile at the kneeling heroine. Again there is a thunderclap when the brunette's shoulder hits the blonde's breast and the pair tumble ass over head toward the Washington Monument.

As the tumbling combatants slow, Warrior Princess manages to pin HyperLass to the dirt by straddling the woman's chest and using knees to pin the blue-clad arms to the grass. As the Maiden of Muscles struggles to free her arms, Warrior Princess grabs hair on the top of HyperLass' head to hold it steady, then proceeds to rain hammer-like blows onto HyperLass' lovely face like a jack-hammer splitting concrete.

"AAAAAIIIIEEEE" HyperLass cries as powerful blows smash her face. Her vision begins to get cloudy from the rapid-fire assault and her struggles become weaker under the Amazon's punishing blows. "If ONLY I had my super powers!" the brain-fogged Maiden of Muscles thinks, despair overtaking her as her vision blurs and blood trickles from her nose.

Even the Amazon's vaunted power finally becomes exhausted and Warrior Princess has to pause in her assault against HyperLass. "Still conscious!" Warrior Princess sneers at her droopy-eyed victim. "You're bleeding, Hyper Whore! How's THAT feel?"

"P-puh-please, Warrior . . . Princess," HyperLass begs, welcoming the pause in the battering, "I don't want to fight you."

"I KNEW you'd see the futility of opposing me!" Warrior Princess says, exhultantly. She begins to rise off HyperLass' chest and slips one hand down the front of the neck of HyperLass' blouse. As the Amazon rises, she lifts HyperLass to her feet but the Maiden of Muscles can barely stand, so groggy is she from the battle she's been in. "I'm not finished with you, though," the Amazon says menacingly. She pulls HyperLass' blouse down past her breasts, the shoulders of the blouse going down her arms, pinning her elbows against her sides. Her super breasts are exposed to gawkers around the battleground on the Mall.

"N-NNOOOO! Stop, Warrior Princess, don't . . . don't do this!" HyperLass pleads, too weak and confused from the battering to resist.

As the blonde stands and sways slightly before the victorious Amazon, Warrior Princess' hands reach down to grab HyperLass' shorts. Without loosening the yellow belt that holds them up, the Amazon Princess' muscles yank the shorts down over HyperLass' hips, down to her knees. Before she can react, Warrior Princess grabs HyperLass' crotch with one powerful hand while the other wraps around the back of her neck. In one swift move, the Maiden of Muscles is lifted over Warrior Princess' head, her back parallel to the ground. The Amazon drops to one knee and brings the Girl of Tomorrow down to slam the middle of her back against the bony knee of the Princess.

"AAAAIIIIIEEEEEE" HyperLass cries helplessly, "PP-PAIN!!! GODS!! I . . . I can't take it! S-stop this . . . Warrior Princess, please!" When Warrior Princess repeats the maneuver a second time, HyperLass' scream shatters windows on the Pentagon, several miles away and across the river. The Maiden of Muscles slips into unconsciousness from the massive blast of pain.

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"Bwah-hah-hah-hah, you conniving cammewnat," chortles Kidytrewq, "once again Warrior Princess has defeated your blonde bimbo! And WITHOUT her Golden Lariat!" She and Qwertyqaz have magically watched the battle from their perch atop the Capitol Building on a ledge facing the Mall.

"She cheats, she cheats, SHE CHEATS!" Qwertyqaz replies, kicking his little heels against the ledge. "Hypawlass is still undew the influence of that wetched lasso!" The exasperated imp points a finger at the two battling women and suddenly there is a blinding flash of light before Warrior Princess' eyes. A second flick of the finger and HyperLass' body jerks and spasms as if a massive surge of electricity had coursed through her body.

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The Amazon rises to her feet, planning to make one final knee drop to break HyperLass' back when suddenly an intensely bright light flares into existence before her eyes. "Aaargh!" the Amazon roars, dropping her victim to the grass and staggering backward, digging her knuckles into her burning eyes, "what . . . what WAS that!" She rubs them, trying to get some vision back. "HyperLass must have tricked me!" Warrior Princess concludes, "and has blinded me with her super vision! IT WON'T SAVE YOU, BLONDIE! I'll CRUSH you when I can see again!"

The unconscious heroine, lying limply on the grass at the feet of Warrior Princess, suddenly arches up on her back, balanced off the ground on her shoulder blades and heels as incredible energy flows through her battered body. Her mouth opens and she screams wordlessly as she's jarred back to consciousness by the ethereal energy. As her smoking body settles back onto the grass, igniting small fires nearby, she opens her eyes and tries to focus on the Amazon princess, now about five feet away.

"M-must . . . must STOP her!" HyperLass resolves and struggles to roll onto her side, then up on one elbow. "Rao! Every . . . inch of my body is . . . is on FIRE!" Grunting, the white-clad blonde rises to her knees to face Warrior Princess. "Now you're going to get YOURS!" HyperLass says defiantly to the tall brunette, still rubbing her eyes.

Decades of warrior training on Themysceria (Paradise Island in "Man's World") have tuned Warrior Princess' martial arts skills to a fine edge. She hears HyperLass' taunt and quickly calculates her location and distance. While still rubbing her aching eyes, Warrior Princess takes one long step forward makes a powerful kick with her other leg in the direction of HyperLass' voice.

HyperLass is starting to rise when she sees the Amazon approach, eyes still covered by her hands. Suddenly one long leg snaps toward HyperLass and the red boot at its end connects with HyperLass' jaw. There is a loud *CRACK* from the impact and HyperLass is suddenly airborne again, flying backwards, arms, legs and cape hanging limply as she soars westward. Her body barely misses the Washington Monument and finally crashes to earth in the Reflecting Pool before the Lincoln Memorial. She was dumped in the Pool near the Capitol at the start of this titanic battle, now she's again in a Reflecting Pool at the other end of the Mall. As her body hits the water in a backward "belly-flop", a wall of water surges out of the pool to douse people nearby. The crowd screams in terror and runs towards the woods on either side of the pool, away from this new battleground.

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No one sees two imps materializing on the ledge over the Lincoln Memorial.

"NOW will you concede defeat?" Kidytrewq asks her companion. As she downs a Jolt cola, she lets rip a terrific *BUURRRPPP* before tossing the can toward the Vietnam Memorial.

"It ain't ovew till it's ovew!" Qwertyqaz replies defiantly. "This watew will wefwesh hew, make hew weady to wenew the fight! Oh yes, it will!"

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Slowly, very slowly, Warrior Princess regains her vision. She turns to one tourist gawking at the tall statuesque beauty and asks, "YOU, where is HyperLass!" When he points westward, the Amazon leaps into the air to catch a zephyr wind toward the Lincoln Memorial. As she glides along barely twenty feet above the ground, she spies HyperLass trying to pull herself out of the water.

HyperLass needed a few seconds to rest and recover her strength for the battle but she knows she doesn't have the time. She staggers toward the edge of the Reflecting Pool and has to use the hand of a guy on shore to help climb out of the water. She realizes that she is completely spent, unable to defeat Warrior Princess. She turns back toward the east and sees the Amazon flying toward her like some airborne banshee coming to claim a soul. Inwardly shaking, the heroine from Kelvan shudders visibly, not from the water on her bone-white skin, but from what she expects will happen when the Amazonian lands.

Like any true heroine and in spite of the fear in her gut, HyperLass stands on the edge of the pool and puts her hand on her hips and thrusts forward her tits and jaw, to meet her foe as would any self-respecting defender of truth, justice, and the American way! Her lovely face is disfigured by bruises, the track of blood from one nostril, and a horribly blackened and swollen left eye. Her hair hangs in matted wet strings down across her cheeks and shoulders. Her costume is a mess - she lost her shorts in the pool and her top is mostly just a bundle of fabric around her waist, her cape dangles from her waist down to the ground behind her. She had to free one arm from its sleeve - the other was already off and it was faster to free the left arm than put the top on again.

Warrior Princess lands beside the Maiden of Muscles, astonished that the young twerp is STILL on her feet. "You've got a lot of spunk, Blondie, but you WILL bow before me as your mistress . . ." and before the Amazon can complete her thought, she is amazed to see HyperLass suddenly bend at the waist, hair and boobs dangling before the princess. "Of COURSE!" Warrior Princess thinks, "I told her she would 'yield to me' when I had her under control with my Golden Lariat. She's still under the influence of that last command! I didn't NEED to beat her, I could just ORDER her to submit!"

"Kiss my boots, HyperLass," Warrior Princess commands haughtily and instantly the Maiden of Muscles drops to her knees and bends over to plant a light peck on the tip of each of Warrior Princess' red-and-white boots. "Stand, girl!" the Amazon commands and HyperLass rises to her feet, standing just inches away from the taller woman. Her mind SEETHES with desire to smash Warrior Princess' face but she has no control over muscles still under control of the Amazon's sorcerous lariat.

Warrior Princess envelopes one of HyperLass' breasts with a large hand, pushing in her nipple with her palm as she squeezes the handful of Kelvanian mammary. Her other hand goes down to the white-covered crotch where she pushes fabric aside and slips a finger into HyperLass' vagina. Warrior Princess smiles in triumph when HyperLass shudders and moans, closes her eyes, and licks her lips.

The Amazonian, accustomed to lesbian sex with her sisters back on Themyscira, suddenly is overwhelmed by a powerful urge to "take" this insolent criminal, to bend her backward and fist fuck her until she pleads for mercy. Then that "mercy" will be the mercy of using super powers to give the Princess a super orgasm!

"Kiss me, slave!" Warrior Princess says, and HyperLass opens her eyes to gaze upward into the Amazon's dark eyes. HyperLass reaches upward, placing one hand on each alabaster shoulder of the Amazon and rises on the tips of her boots to kiss the taller woman. As their lips touch, Warrior Princess forces HyperLass' lips apart and sticks her tongue inside just as she squeezes HyperLass' breast and whipsaws three fingers in and out of the girl's cunt, using her thumb to batter the Kelvanian's clit.

"Mmnnnhhhh!" HyperLass moans, sagging from the pleasure wave that rips through her body, her knees becoming like jelly as waves of pleasure course through her body. "P-please . . . no . . . no more!" she begs when she manages, barely, to pull her mouth away from Warrior Princess' thrusting tongue. But the Amazon is oblivious to the younger woman's entreaties, oblivious to the scores of gawkers on the Mall who have come closer to watch the two super heroines paw each other on the edge of the Lincoln Memorial. This sudden ability to utterly dominate HyperLass, just as many criminals have wanted to dominate BOTH women, is a powerful aphrodesiac! The smaller woman tries to pull away further but Warrior Princess still has one hand wrapped around the girl's milky breast as fingers plunge rapidly in and out of the heroine's cunt.

Once again, HyperLass' body betrays her will - domination and manipulation by the Amazon warrior woman weakens the Kelvanian's ability to resist. She can feel her body building toward an orgasm. A strong feeling of warmth, of wanting to be enveloped and protected by the taller brunette washes over the blonde's body, causing her to shudder anew.

HyperLass reaches up suddenly and deftly pulls down the Amazon's bustier and wraps her hands around the brunette's large pink breasts. HyperLass squeezes the breasts with tremendous strength, bringing a moan of pleasure from the Amazon's thin mouth. By now, Warrior Princess' fingers are moving in and out of HyperLass' snatch at an eye-blurring speed. Steam rises from HyperLass' cunt as her lubrication melts from the friction of Warrior Princess' finger-fuck. HyperLass can barely stand, has to in fact rely on her hands to hold her upright as she hangs from Warrior Princess' shoulders. She's wrapped one leg around one of the Amazon's calves, the knee of the other leg is digging into Warrior Princess' snatch, pushing against her blood-engorged clit through the fabric of her blue shorts. As the two women stroke each other's breasts, kiss deeply, and as Warrior Princess savages HyperLass' cunt, the two women have to sag to the grass, unable to stand as each is overwhelmed by sexual arousal. The crowd moves in closer, then retreats rapidly as both women scream and moan as each has a massive, mind-numbing orgasm.

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"Well, this is just too bowing!" Qwertyqaz says as he and Kidytrewq watch the two heroines go at each other like teenagers on a first date. "All wight, all wight, you win, Kidytrewq, Hypawlass just doesn't have what it takes to be the most powewful woman on the planet!" At that, he says his name backwards and winkles out of existence on this dimension.

"Hey, don't run away, Mixie!" Kidytrewq says, straightening her tiara (it had fallen off her head again). "I've just gotten some WONderful ideas!" the imp says, standing on the ledge of the Lincoln Memorial's roof. Suddenly she too blinks out and returns to her home dimension in pursuit of Qwertyqaz.

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"<pant> <gasp>No . . . no more!" HyperLass pleads. Suddenly her mind clears as if some powerful drug had taken control. "Why must we fight? Whuh . . . why are - mmmnnhhh - why are you doing this to me?" she asks, reluctantly pushing the Amazon away from her body. As the Amazon's mouth slips off one of HyperLass' breasts, she looks at HyperLass, a quizzical expression on her face.

"I . . . I don't know, HyperLass. Great Zeus! WHAT ARE WE DOING!"

Suddenly the two heroines jerk back to the here and now and see that they lie tightly entwined in each other's arms, within sight of Lincoln's statue inside the Memorial. The cold marble man looks down up the two heroines; both are naked above the waist and HyperLass' crotch is smeared with residue of her love juices. There's also a dark stain on Warrior Princess' blue panties. The two heroines struggle to a seated position and each tries to dress, to regain some semblance of modesty.

"Sluts!" "Harlots!" "SHAME!" the crowd around the heroines shouts.

"Great Rao! What have we DONE!?" HyperLass asks the Amazon. The bewildered women rise to their feet, finally realizing where they are. HyperLass spots one man in the Reflecting Pool, moving toward shore, holding her blue panties and yellow belt above his head - a super souvenier of his visit to D.C. Without a word, the Maiden of Muscles leaps into the air and zooms across the water to snatch the man out of the water. She carefully drops him on shore and continues toward the Capitol with her shorts in her hand. She manages to slip into her shorts and pull up her blouse and cape just before she alights on the steps of the Capitol to stand before Nightbird.

"What the HELL have you two been doing!?" Nightbird asks HyperLass. When the imps left this dimension, Kidytrewq's spell ended and the caped crimefighter was able to get up. She went to the Capitol steps to look for the current battleground of HyperLass and Warrior Princess.

Before the Girl of Tomorrow can answer, Warrior Princess alights on the other side of Nightbird. Warrior Princess has repositioned her bustier to hold her massive mamms once more and except for a few bits of grass in her hair looks ready for combat. Nightbird pulls a vial of knockout gas from a pouch on her utility belt, ready to stop Warrior Princess from fighting.

Oddly, both women seem to be quite flushed and totally uninterested in further battle. In fact, HyperLass has a rosy glow . . .

"C'mon!" Nightbird says, grabbing each heroine by an elbow. Let's go inside. We have GOT to talk about what has happened!"

The three heroines disappear up the steps and into the Capitol to a meeting room on a lower level, away from prying eyes. Outside, a crowd gathers, chanting about wanton behavior by super women on the nation's most sacred ground. Inside, the three women shock and astound each other as they tell what they remember of the past hour or so. Humiliated beyond measure, HyperLass cries on Nightbird's shoulder and is strangely-comforted by the pat of Nightbird's gloved hand on her back and shoulder.