This story contains graphic violence, nudity, rape and n/c sexual
scenes. It is
most definitely intended for, and should only be read by mature
OVER the age of twenty-one.
The day after the Japanese
attack on Pearl Harbor, Sally Mason patriotically quit her job, as the
strong-woman of "The Greatest Show On Earth" to seek employment in
suddenly, rapidly burgeoning war industry. Finding a job in heavy
construction, Sally's huge muscles replaced two men entering the armed
services. Her ardor and competence were soon rewarded by promotion to
swing-shift supervisor, although she continued to work alongside her
subordinates, still physically performing the work of two.
Even this arduous schedule couldn't satisfy the patriotic, young
American's desire to serve her country. In her strategically important
job, she was all too aware of the damage saboteurs and hijackers were
doing to the war effort. In her scant leisure hours, Sally began to
prowl the docks and war factories searching out such unpatriotic
vermin. Wearing her colorful work clothes in lieu of a costume,
mighty muscles, she apprehended and subdued many a malefactor over the
next several years.
As the newspapers heard
of the patriotic girl vigilante's exploits, they began referring to her
as 'Patriot Woman'. She was extolled as a symbol of the new American
Woman, making such a tremendous contribution to winning the war.
Recognizing the important
contribution, the lone vigilante made, and aware of the headlines she
was making, the
F.B.I. made her an unpaid, unofficial agent.
As one grizzled, senior agent cynically observed. "Better the camel's
inspection tour to the City, F.B.I. Director Hoover, himself,
made it official. The small,
mincing Director never passed up an opportunity to
cash in on
publicity that might further his relentless, bureaucratic,
empire-building. Standing on an off-camera soap
crate, he reached up, and pinned an honorary,
badge on Patriot's Woman's broad chest, as press photographer's flash
Sally's enormous, buoyant bosom
quivered in excitement. The pudgy
bureaucrat fidgeted nervously,
at the proximity
of so much voluptuous,
female flesh, but managed to conceal his discomfort
insincere, oily smile.
Though her nightly efforts were
rewarded by a string of successes, one foe always eluded Patriot Woman.
A mysterious, masked, female hijacker known only as 'the Vixen', always
seemed one step ahead of Sally and the authorities, pulling off a long
succession of profitable robberies, that had a crippling effect on war
Until the start of the War,
Vera Margolis was the youthful, but highly successful, madame of a
of illicit houses of prostitution, serving the docks, industrial
areas, and military bases, in and around the City. Vera grew up on
the docks, herself, a tough streetwise, petty thief, who at sixteen
turned to prostitution. A natural street brawler, handy with her fists,
and never reticent in using foul tactics, Vera soon fought her way to
the top of her profession. With no help from male pimps, Vera ran her
enterprise with an iron fist. From time to time, some local male thug
tried to muscle in on her operation,
but after Vera beat several of them to within an inch of their lives,
they steered clear of the feisty, young, blond madam.
At the outbreak of hostilities,
while Sally Mason viewed the war as an opportunity to serve her
country, Vera Margolis shrewdly saw the opportunities massive military
production offered, for large profits. Naturally, she went heavily into
the black market, and the counterfeiting of rationing stamps. Why pay
for goods to sell in her black market outlets? Though maintaining firm
control of her 'houses',
and other enterprises, Vera entered into a highly profitable new
extraordinaire. Always slyly distrustful, she worked alone, to avoid
the danger of underlings who might squeal to the authorities.
Vixen barely eluded Patriot Woman's grasp on a number of occasions, and
the hijacker lost several valuable hauls in the process. Vixen came to
her relentless nemesis, who always seemed to be right on her heels,
foiling so many of her schemes.
"That fat overgrown,
muscle-bound tub of lard! One of these days..."
In 1944, as the war reached a
critical stage, and every ounce of war material was crucial, Patriot
Woman's long quest was rewarded. At last, she came face to face with
the elusive Vixen.
On her nightly rounds, Sally
discovered a large van, illegally parked near the loading dock of a
local factory. The van was already nearly full of bales of nylon used
to make parachutes. That much scarce nylon would bring a small fortune
on the black market.
Patriot Woman waited in the
shadows, seething angrily. Hijackers of war materials were
traitors to the Country she loved. A few moments later, a slim, blond,
masked woman, in a
carrying the final bale of
contraband, that would fill her van.
Patriot Woman stepped from the
"Got you at last, Vixen!"
The masked blond gasped; the
bale fell from her shoulder, as she
dropped into a defensive crouch.
In her guise of Patriot Woman, Sally
never used more of
her enormous strength, than was necessary to subdue, and apprehend
criminals, or, if necessary, to defend herself. Tonight, patriotic
fervor boiled over! This vile, unpatriotic wretch
escape this time! Facing the despicable creature, who
so much damage to the war effort, Sally saw red. She smacked
face with all her might.
Once she started, Sally
couldn't stop herself. She kept smacking the squealing blond, venting
more than two years of repressed, righteous
Patriot Woman grabbed the
cringing blond, and picked her right up off the ground. She shook her
violently, like a terrier shakes a rat.
In her fury, Patriot Woman
clasped the terrified hijacker to her mighty bosom, and
crushed the slight cat-suited form in her massive arms.
Though terrified by the huge, former
strong woman, Vixen possessed a cunning instinct for survival.
also possessed an enormous, natural talent for fighting dirty, a
skill she had honed to perfection. She could never have survived as
long as she had, without both. Though frightened nearly out of her
wits, Vixen didn't panic. Desperately, she drove her knee up into
Sally's crotch with all her strength, which was not negligible. She
certainly wasn't as strong as Patriot Woman, and though much smaller
than the other woman, Vera was extremely strong for her size. The hard,
bony knee to the most sensitive area of Sally's body, sent shock-waves
through her mighty form,
and Vixen squirmed free.
Free of those frighteningly massive
arms, Vixen saw red herself.
How dare this interfering bitch?
Now that she
was loose, the furious Vixen rammed her knee into the
unfortunate Patriot Woman's crotch, a second time. Standing solidly on
the ground, Vixen was able to get even more force into the second
knee-lift, and nearly lifted Sally's toes off the ground.
Patriot Woman screamed, and squawked in agony.
"That'll teach the fat tub!"
Two terrible kicks to her
crotch left Patriot Woman in near
shock. She was transfixed, trembling in awful pain.
It would be easy to jump in the van
and drive off, now! But, Vixen eyed her gasping foe,
venomously, still infuriated.
NO! She'd had enough of this 'bitch' always dogging her steps.
AND, how dare this big
lummox slap, and manhandle her? Nobody did that to Vixen, and got away
with it! She'd teach this "Patriot
Before the huge woman recovered
from her shock, a small rock hard fist
crashed into her jaw. Unlike many women, Vixen enjoyed using her fists,
and did it very effectively. She'd even taken extensive boxing lessons,
her pugilistic instructor was amazed at how skillful she became. If she
was a man, she might have become lightweight champion.
Woman staggered sideways, and Vixen grabbed her around the neck, in a
reverse choke hold, bending her even further.
her huge opponent, so she couldn't block it, even while choking the
out of her, Vixen smashed her fist into Patriot Woman's scarlet-clad
belly. Even muscles like Sally's couldn't shield her from the pain of
punch like that.
grunted in agony, Vixen kicked her legs out from under her.
Woman hit the ground with a loud thump, and sprawled at Vixen's feet.
did that to Sally Mason, not to Patriot Woman, proud symbol of American
rarely impressed by an opponent's threats, especially not one sprawled
at her feet. She kicked Patriot Woman in the jaw, before the larger,
slower moving, woman could get up.
Dizzied by the kick to her jaw,
Patriot Woman gamely rolled to the side, intending to quickly spring to
her feet, but Vixen grabbed her from
behind, by her thick brown hair, and hauled her erect, a lot quicker
than Sally ever hoped to get up.
Patriot Woman squealed in pain,
as the hijacker tugged at her hair, but
the pain cleared her senses. With an angry roar, the former strong
woman twisted loose, and
rammed her elbow into Vixen's bust.
Patriot Woman wheeled
furiously, and swung her fist. Vixen barely ducked
in time, just avoiding the blow that would certainly have felled
At the beginning of the fight,
Vixen was intimidated by Patriot
Woman's impressive size and mighty muscles, but she'd successfully
withstood the first onslaught, and knocked the bigger woman to the
ground. She had recovered all her arrogant confidence. She stood her
dodging and weaving with skilled agility. Obviously, Patriot Woman,
though she might be strong as a lioness, and a capable, 'rough and
tumble' wrestler, didn't have pugilistic skill
boxer, Sally was a former circus performer, and a skilled tumbler. She
was extremely quick and agile, for her vast size, and came close to
connecting with one of her furious swings. She wasn't quite as quick
and agile as the smaller Vixen though, even if the close call sent cold
shivers down Vera's back.
After that, Vixen kept her distance, backpedaling away from the much
bigger woman. Though she came close, the irate Patriot Woman could
never quite hit
the wily Vixen a solid blow. She was growing more and more
Seeing Patriot Woman's growing
fury, and hopeful of provoking her into
some rash move, Vixen had the temerity to thumb her nose at the huge,
incredibly powerful crusader, from a safe distance, of
Patriot Woman exploded in anger. Thumb her nose at the proud symbol of
American Womanhood, would she?
In exasperated, furious
Patriot Woman kicked at her hated foe.
The quick-witted criminal
deftly avoided the kick, and grabbed Patriot
Woman's leg. This was the mistake, she hoped to provoke. Sally gulped
in alarm, as she hopped on one
foot to maintain her balance.
Once again Vixen's leg
Patriot Woman's vulnerable crotch, still
tender from previous attacks.
that kick, it was a lot easier for Vixen to blast her fists past
Sally's defenses. Vera was pleased to use Patriot Woman's belt as a
guide, taking great care, that ALL her punches landed well BELOW that
The odious attack to her lower
belly, and vulnerable womanhood, had the
Patriot Woman doubled over, moaning and gasping in terrible
Oh Dear Heaven, it hurt so!
Unable to control her wildly
trembling legs, Patriot Woman almost fell.
Vixen gave her stricken foe no
time to recover, but straightened her up,
with a wicked left to the jaw.
followup, right uppercut to the same spot rattled Sally's senses.
Everything whirled around crazily. What was happening?
"Hah! Like shooting fish in a
barrel! This is too easy, but it sure is lottsa' fun!" Vera thought.
She proceeded to punch her stricken foe at will, as though giving a
leisurely pugilistic demonstration. It was easy to measure her punches,
with maximum deadly effectiveness.
nursed one painful injury, Vera hit her somewhere else.
thing, Patriot Woman was aware of, now, was the sound of loud thumps,
the jarring impacts, and then sudden fierce, NEW pain.
Like a tall tree, Patriot Woman
started to topple, but Vixen grabbed
her belt, to steady her for one final haymaker.
"Hah! This belt's been real handy!"
Patriot Woman crashed to the
insensible, as Vixen watched in gloating satisfaction.
Groaning in pain, and barely
conscious, Patriot Woman did know one thing:
Vixen had WON! It was a bitter pill to swallow! There was
no way she could stop the evil hijacker from driving away with
her loot, now. For the first time in almost three years of valiant
effort, Patriot Woman had
Vixen grabbed Sally by
the hair, and pulled her head up.
doubted Vixen had won the fight, and soundly thrashed
Patriot Woman. When Vera
pulled her head up and
looked down, her face a cold, sullen mask of hatred, Sally's big, blue
opened wide in sudden alarm. With a shiver of
dread, Sally realized that, she not only failed to stop
the robbery, but now she was
at the heartless criminal's mercy. Patriot Woman suddenly looked
Vera's thoughts were running
parallel to Sally's. She knew she'd won the fight! There was no way the
half-conscious Patriot Woman could interfere with her well-planned
But was that enough? Vixen was still boiling mad. Patriot Woman had
for nearly three years, often spoiling her best laid schemes, making
hunted fugitive! It would be a pleasure to teach the self-righteous,
a lesson she'd never forget, while she had the chance. She let go
of Sally's brown hair, and with the venomous suddenness of a striking
rattler, kicked the fallen heroine over on her back.
Payback was SWEET!
Grind her into the dirt!
When Vixen raised her foot from
her stricken foe, Patriot Woman
continued to writhe and moan in terrible agony. Vixen looked down at
the beautiful vigilante, and snickered in smug derision.
dragged Sally up on her knees, and pulled the big woman's beautiful
face between her thighs.
"This'll teach 'lard-butt' t'keep her fat face outa' MY business!"
slim steely thighs crushed Patriot Woman's head and neck with
relentless, vindictive force. Sally squalled and choked, helplessly.
didn't release her victim, until Sally was nearly unconscious, again.
Woman sprawled helplessly at Vixen's feet, moaning in anguish.
"Oh, maybe she'll stop now! Hasn't she done enough to me?"
By now, Sally was really scared.
Oh! If she could only get away from her!
When Vixen threatened to
"softening her up", Patriot Woman panicked. Vixen was sadistically
enjoying this merciless beating, now that she had the upper
hand. The luckless, brown-haired, strong woman couldn't bear much more
Desperately, Sally scrambled to her
feet. The additional, awful pain the effort cost her battered body,
underscored just how helpless she was.
Though it was a
mortifying, ignominious ending to her years of triumph, the dauntless
Patriot Woman had enough.
She HAD TO escape
the blond's vengeance,
before Vixen crippled or even killed her, with those deadly, little
fists. Patriot Woman turned tail, to run for her life!
Sally just wasn't fast enough;
Vixen ruthlessly, and contemptuously, cut short her hope of
Sally's flight with a painful kick in the behind, Vera grabbed her by
Vixen pulled the
Woman around to face her; Sally squealed in alarm. The vindictive
hijacker hadn't forgotten
contemptuous slaps, at the start of their encounter. Two could play
that game! Vera smacked her
reeling, groggy opponent's head from side to side.
Sally tried to block the slaps, but, oh her arms ached so, and she was
so dizzy, and the nasty little blond was so quick! The frightened, girl
vigilante couldn't avoid, or escape, the
Patriot Woman wailed
as the harsh slaps pummeled her head from side
The humiliating punishment
continued, until Patriot Woman turned away, whimpering, plaintively,
for her merciless foe to stop.
The vindictive Vixen grabbed
the whimpering Patriot Woman, and pulled
her close enough to seize her unresistant foe around the waist.
Vera hadn't forgotten Patriot
Woman lifting her off the ground, and squeezing the life out of her,
either. Maybe, she couldn't lift the huge woman off the ground, but she
could sure, as heck, squeeze the life out of her! Patriot Woman wailed
as Vixen's slim, yet fearfully strong, arms
clamped tight around her svelte middle. Back in the circus, Sally often
had members of the audience use a sledgehammer to smash concrete
blocks, laid on her flat, incredibly muscled abdomen. That was before
she encountered Vixen, who had turned those indestructible muscles to
When Vixen first grabbed her,
terror gave the distraught brown-haired woman strength to struggle with
hysterical desperation. Vixen
laughed contemptuously at Sally's wild, frantic struggles;
made her victim's plight worse. Unable to escape, in mere seconds,
those wiry arms
sapped the former strong woman's last reserves, and nearly snapped her
spine. The mighty
Patriot Woman sagged
helplessly in the criminals dominant grasp, moaning in dire
Hardly conscious, and
agony, the once invincible
Patriot Woman, whimpered another bitter plea.
Vixen released her groaning,
nearly swooning foe, with a snort of
disgust. Weak as a baby, Patriot Woman almost collapsed. Swaying
powerlessly, her mighty legs trembling uncontrollably, the
valiant vigilante gave way to despair. Vixen's cruel, overwhelming
mastery had broken her!
Patriot Woman teetered
on quivering legs, still moaning
at the agonizing pain Vixen had inflicted. All she could think of, was
the way the criminal held her
under her complete control, cruelly
punishing her like a helpless child, until she almost passed out.
It was the most frightening moment of her life! She knew she'd
ever forget the awful
Patriot Woman's stomach
churned in terror. She wanted more
than anything to flee from the
hateful, little blond, but when she tried that before, the quick,
little criminal cut her flight short, and harshly punished her for the
should she do?
Vixen made Sally's mind up, for
her. She saw the hunted, desperate despair in her prey's eyes. She
Sally's arm, just in case the other woman still harbored any hopes of
escape. The once invincible
girl vigilante wailed in alarm.
Terrorized, Patriot Woman
instinctively pulled away from the cruel,
frightening blond. Vixen reached threateningly for her again, hand
raised to strike. Sally cowered away from the small hijacker, her lower
quivering like a frightened rabbit, mewling in fear.
Though Sally was a foot taller
and twice as broad, Vixen grabbed her battered,
cowed foe by her shirt, hand
still poised to strike. Patriot Woman trembled in terror, her enormous
bosom jiggling, in alarm, at Vera's touch. She NEARLY wet her pants in
Incapable of resistance, she
sniffled pathetically in final abject surrender to her hateful
"Now stand there, and don't give me
anymore trouble, or I might get mad again, and rally beat the shit
Trembling fearfully, Sally
did as she as told. She sure didn't want Vixen to beat her any worse
than she already had!
Seeing her beaten foe wasn't going to give her any more trouble, Vixen
let go of the shirt, her
hand dropping to her side. Patriot Woman felt Vixen's cold, cruel eyes
beat in fearful dread, at the consequences of this unforeseen,
to her long quest.
"(gulp)...Is she going to kill me?" Sally's hammering heart beat like a
As the fight wound down, and Vera's fury cooled, it occurred to the
wily villainess, that Patriot Woman had examined her van, and
undoubtedly, noted the license number. Vixen usually used stolen
vehicles, but they were becoming increasingly hard to come by, as the
war dragged on. Tonight, she'd carelessly driven here in a vehicle
registered in her own name. With that information, the F.B.I. would
soon be at her door. Despite her mask, she had little doubt Patriot
Woman would have no trouble identifying her in a police line-up.
How to silence her?
"Shit! What am I gonna do with the Big Cow, now?" Vera deliberated.
Despicable as she was, Vera never murdered anyone in cold blood, and
had no wish to start. With her record, a murder conviction would
certainly end in the electric chair.
Vera pondered, eying the huge, trembling, brown-haired woman,
from head to toe. "She's big as a house, and got muscles like Charles
Atlas, but some johns like that! Guess some guys might think that
simpering puss o'hers is pretty, too! And, o'course, there's those BIG
tits! Shit I never saw tits that big, before, and in my line, I've seen
plenty! Wonder if they're 'falsies'?"
Vixen hefted one of Sally's huge, gourd-like breasts,
in a contemptuous, possessive gesture of evaluation.
She gave it a squeeze, as she might a melon, only Sally's breast was
bigger than most cantaloupes, Vera ever saw. Paralyzed by
mortified vigilante strong woman passively endured the hateful
sniff of misery. Vera felt living flesh tremble in fear at her grip.
babies is real, all ten pounds o'them! Yep!
Emboldened by her defeated
foe's fearfully submissive acceptance of the first
indignity, Vixen began fumbling with the belt of Patriot Woman's
costume. With a thrill of terrible horror, the defeated woman
realized Vixen intended to strip and denude her.
"Oh Gosh! Is she one of THOSE kind of women...? Is she going to...?"
To the victor belonged
Actually, Vera wasn't one of 'THOSE kind of women', not
But she did intend to make a thorough, professional examination of
Sally's bountiful attributes, before coming to a final decision.
Though she wailed plaintively
in protest, Patriot
was too badly frightened to
resist, as Vixen roughly stripped her naked.
The huge, powerfully built,
Patriot Woman shamefully tried to cover her
humiliating nakedness, no different from a little girl caught naked in
the shower. Her tiny, victorious foe snickered in derision.
"Hah! Take more'n hands to cover that big cow up!"
Oh, how terrible to be naked, and at the mercy of this cruel, sneering,
little blond, not half her size!
Vixen callously inspected her
sniffling victim's sumptuous curves, pawing and poking her in expert
evaluation. She was pleased by what she saw.
"Yep! I think she'll do nicely!"
Vixen produced several lengths
of rope, from the mysterious recesses of
her costume, always ready for emergencies. A despairing, woeful Patriot
Woman disconsolately let the
evil blond bind her. At least Vixen wouldn't bother tying her up, if
she was going to kill her.
As Vixen tied her up, the
distraught Patriot Woman plaintively whimpered a
question about her fate.
Vixen laughed nastily at the question.
Having expertly bound her
prisoner, Vixen completed Patriot Woman's
humiliating bondage with a gag, Sally's own star-striped headband torn
Having fully secured her
hapless captive, Vixen speculatively pinched a
huge, buoyant breast again, estimating its value.
After the final fleeting
inspection, Vixen added her captive to her
booty. Defeated, denuded and bound, the nearly weeping Patriot Woman
shoved unceremoniously into the truck, atop the rest of Vixen's loot,
with a demeaning smack to her broad behind.
sub-basement concealed beneath one of her 'cathouses', Vera maintained
a temporary storeroom for disposal of her loot. She paid hefty
protection money to local authorities, and although they might
occasionally raid the upper premises, it was a token raid tipped off
beforehand, and their searches were always perfunctory. Vera stored
Patriot Woman here with the stolen bales of nylon.
Trussed up like a chicken, terrified of her fate, Sally wished she
never left the circus.
Vixen had no intention of
installing Sally in one of her own establishments. The huge, statuesque
oft-publicized, Patriot Woman would be instantly recognized by any
one of her clients from the City, and there was certain to be an
incredible hue and
cry at her disappearance. Fortuitously, Vera maintained contacts, South
of the Border, who would pay top dollar
a gorgeous, full-bodied American woman. First though, the brown-haired
beauty would have to be
taught to be more agreeable and pliant. Vixen was an expert at that
kind of instruction.
Having the rest of the night free, Vera began a
crash course in harlotry, in anticipation, of shipping her reluctant,
unhappy pupil, South, next morning. Arming herself with a sinister
looking whip, Vera released Sally from
"Okay Cuddles, we're gonna' teach you to be a WHORE! Ya got a lot
t'learn, and not much time t'learn it, so PAY ATTENTION!" Vera cracked
the long whip, right under Sally's nose for emphasis.
Sally jumped back in alarm.
What? Teach her to be a...a...a fallen woman? Never! Why she'd never
even...NICE girls didn't do that kind of thing with a man, unless
lawfully married, by a Preacher!
Sally dreaded another encounter with the merciless
Vixen, but she certainly WASN'T going to learn to be a loose woman. And
she wasn't going to take a whipping lying down, either.
No American Woman should submit to THAT!
her arms and legs were
free, Sally felt some confidence
returning. She was Patriot Woman! After all, even if she was
naked and unarmed, she was twice as big as Vixen, and probably three
times as strong. Patriot Woman eyed the whip warily.
Maybe, she could even get that awful whip away from Vixen, and turn the
tables on her!
Woman made a desperate lunge to grab the whip, and wrest it away from
Vixen, but once again, the wily criminal was one step ahead of her.
Before Sally could reach the smaller woman, the whip cracked loudly,
and snaked around her lower body, emblazoning an agonizing, searing
welt across the creamy perfection of her splendidly muscled
Patriot Woman shrieked at the fierce pain in her backside, and tried to
avoid another blow, but there was no room to maneuver in the confined,
underground dungeon. Vixen expertly struck again. The hideous lash
wrapped around Sally's lower abdomen and left buttock, like a fiery
by the pain of the first two lashes, Patriot Woman was an easy mark for
the third. Vixen slashed the whip across Sally's huge, vulnerably
Panicked by the fierce pain,
forgetting there was no place to run, Patriot Woman tried to flee from
terrible whip, but with an expert snap of her wrist, Vixen tangled the
about her prey's ankles, and pulled her shapely legs out from under
Woman's huge, shapely form crashed to the dirty floor. Her immense
and muscular belly painfully absorbed the impact.
Once she skillfully upended her
huge, denuded victim, Vixen
immediately resumed the cruel whipping. The squalling Patriot Woman
squirmed on all fours, unable to escape.
to avoid the stinging lashes; between screams,
Woman was soon loudly begging Vixen
Her pleas were answered with a sneering laugh, and more cruel blows
expert at inflicting the most hideous pain to her female victims.
"Yiiiiieeeeeee...OH GOD...my pussy..."
In desperation, Patriot Woman,
her body on fire with pain, dragged
herself, to Vixen's feet and pawed pathetically at the
hijacker's boot, in supplication.
unbearable pain, Patriot Woman continued to crouch at Vixen's feet, and
abjectly plead for mercy, promising full obedience to the vicious whore
to test her terror-instilled authority, Vixen removed her black boots
and handed them to the sobbing Patriot Woman, with a demeaning order,
to how she was to polish them.
heartbroken sob, Patriot Woman glanced down at the dirty boots in her
hands. She shuddered in disgust, but then with another sob, mumbled an
and gagging, the hapless girl vigilante licked and slobbered at the
boots, until the black leather gleamed.
uppers were done, the grinning Vixen ordered poor Sally to lick the
soles and heels as well. Oh how could she...? But after glancing up at
Vixen's intimidating, little figure, and shuddering in disgust, Patriot
Woman completed her assigned task.
When the boots were polished to
Vera's demanding standards, she proceeded to teach the virtuous Patriot
Woman the rudiments of seductive harlotry.
donned a large dildo, for instruction in the finer points of satisfying
Sally mastered the rudiments of fellatio, Vixen ordered her to lean
a small table.
For a moment, Vixen inspected
Patriot Woman's small, pink pussy,
peeping demurely between muscular buttocks, and then, presto, IN LIKE
FLYNN! Errol couldn't have done it better, himself!
Woman was shamefully shocked by her own reaction to Vixen's large
dildo. She never imagined...
that her reluctant pupil had learned as much as she could teach her in
one night, Vixen shoved Patriot Woman inside a large,
upright crate, and secured her with ropes, fastened to large,
strong staples embedded in the wood.
It can't be denied that despite
her vicious outlook on life, Vera Margolis possessed an ironic sense of
humor, albeit, of
a macabre bent. In the early hours of the morning of the robbery, a
Policeman walking his
beat made an
ominous discovery. Outside the
vandalized, parachute factory, brazenly nailed to a tree, beneath a
Wanted Poster for Vixen, herself, he found
Patriot Woman's renowned uniform.
Vera's practical joke was to prove
her undoing! Local F.B.I. Agents were aghast at the sinister
discovery, when it was immediately communicated to them. Having
publicly endorsed Patriot Woman's crusade, Director Hoover, himself,
would be made to look foolish, if the details were made public. In that
case, local agents own career prospects in the Agency would be bleak,
The diminutive Director never forgave any slight to his pompous,
ALL the machinery of Federal Law Enforcement nervously sprang into
Using Wartime Security powers, all media mention of the incident was
suppressed. Certain more astute agents had long suspected a connection
between Vixen and Vera Margolis. Mobilizing all resources at its
disposal, the F.B.I. conducted its own unannounced, early morning raids
on every one of Vera's establishments. Every building was thoroughly,
searched from top to bottom. Just as Vixen picked up a hammer, to nail
shut the crate containing the terrified Patriot Woman, the G-Men
burst into her lair.
The quick-witted Vera made a miraculous escape
through a tunnel, prepared for such an eventuality. But instead of
Patriot Woman, it was Vixen
herself, who disappeared South of the Border. Fortunately for the
hijacker, she had stashed much of her ill-gotten gains in foreign
banks, and had interests in several Latin bawdy houses.
Glossing over Vera's own escape, the F.B.I. took full credit for smashing
Vixen's operation. In order to scotch any rumors afloat, it was
semi-officially leaked to the press, that
acting on behalf of the Agency, Patriot Woman had infiltrated the
organization, at the risk of her life, to uncover its secrets.
President commended Director
Hoover for his agency's vigilance. Acting on behalf of her husband,
First Lady Eleanor awarded Patriot Woman a medal for heroism. Unlike
Director Hoover, the gracious First Lady exhibited no discomfort at the
of so much voluptuous,
she lovingly, lingeringly, (longingly?) pinned the decoration on
luscious bosom, jiggling in excited abandon, at the honor.