Once the hapless Amazon blurted
out the words of shamed
entreaty, begging the Dragon Lady to stop spanking her, the cruel
oriental woman was
satisfied, that she had accomplished her purpose.
"Really, My Dear, I always thought
superheroines were made of sterner stuff! Ah, another girlish
illusion shattered!" The Dragon Lady snickered, as she disdainfully
pushed the humiliated, still whimpering, Wonder Warrior from her lap.
The Dragon Lady turned to Namasui.
"Put the sluts in the cell, for
now! It will take me a day or so, to arrange to transport them to
the Prisoner of War Camp, in Japan!"
In the maelstrom of emotions, that assailed her, watching the incredible spectacle of Wonder Warrior's defeat and humiliation, Yetta, never much given to forethought, hardly considered what the superheroine's defeat would mean to her personally. The Dragon Lady's announcement that she would be sending her to a Japanese P. O. W. Camp, sent a chilling shiver down her spine. This had turned from an exciting adventure to horrifying reality! Yetta began sobbing bitterly at the realization of her fate, blaming Wonder Warrior even more than the Dragon Lady for her horrifying plight.
On one side, Namasui led a
submissively leashed, tragically
crestfallen, Amazon Princess, whose soft girlish sniffles betrayed her
warrior heritage. On the other side, with a claw on a fat behind, she
a sobbing, disconsolate, and sadly disillusioned college girl, who had
discovered to her horrified dismay, that the heroine she had long
idolized, as a Goddess, was all too human, after all.
At the cell door, Namasui removed
the leash from Wonder Warrior's bowed neck. It had accomplished its
purpose, all to well. She gave her a little push, and the bedraggled,
former superheroine obediently shuffled into the cell, with a sad
sniffle of resignation. When Namasui untied Yetta, it was only
after a difficult struggle, that she forced the indignantly sobbing
inside, kicking and screaming abuse at her.
Alone in their cell, together,
snuffled, miserably, "I-I
m sorry Yetta...(sniffle)...", her saddened, cast down eyes
imploring forgiveness and understanding.
Wiping away her own tears, Yetta
glared back at her former idol,
with an unforgiving sneer. Devotion had turned to disgusted animosity
at the betrayal of her illusions.
Yetta's eyes lit up, though, when
magnetically drawn to the defeated superheroine's,
incredibly voluptuous, nude body. She had
often fantasized about the intimate secrets of those swelling,
mouthwatering delights. Still glaring, she boldly inspected the rich,
curves; lavishly upswept breasts, like heavy, succulently ripened
jutting with firm resilience above that flat molded tummy; oh, the bold
thrust of those magnificent haunches, their hard, round buttocks
still aglow from Maroo's cruel gloved hand; and that neat, fleecy,
triangle, exotically inverted, adorning and highlighting that most
delicate and precious, little pink treasure of all. Yummm! Yetta licked
lips, her mouth watering, as it did when she greedily opened a large
her favorite chocolates.
Feeling the girl's leering, contemptuous observation, Wonder Warrior shrank away from her, with a shiver.
A keen observer, unblinkered by
the conventions of the time, would have
suspected more than an innocent school girl crush, in Yetta's
worshipful adoration of Wonder Warrior. Of course, any such feelings
in Yetta's subconscious, inadmissible even to herself, sublimated
as idealistic, adolescent, hero worship of
an unattainable, seemingly asexual paragon of purity and righteousness.
If sometimes in her bed at night certain
thoughts arose unbidden, she cast them aside, as unworthy of
association with such a
Now, Yetta had seen her ideal
brought low, defeated,
brutally beaten and stripped naked, seen her bow her neck in submission
an evil enemy, seen her contemptuously punished like a child, and heard
cry out for mercy. Seeing terrible,
irreversible disaster befall the seemingly invincible superheroine, she
so extravagantly admired, Yetta was, at first, appalled; but then, as
the heroine's ignominious destruction, she had been overwhelmed by
less innocent emotions. At the deepest, most primitive level
psyche, the brutal destruction and desecration of her idol,
inflamed Yetta's feverish imagination like a raging fire.
To witness that
pure haughty, gorgeous goddess humiliated and broken, contemptuously
a plaything! Admit it! Wasn't THAT what Yetta, in her darkest, most
secret thoughts, dreamed of doing, herself? Now she was
in a cell,
with her broken idol, both of them naked. Yetta's fawning hero worship
was irrevocably destroyed, but in its place was a raw, hot
desire. The object of her raging desire was an arm's length away, naked
and vulnerable, defeated, but still in Yetta's eyes, a dreamboat
of a woman, now perhaps
within her pudgy reach. How could she resist the sadly weeping beauty's
opulent charms, now?
Yetta was an impulsive, head
young woman, not given to
introspection or hesitation. Impulsively, she thew her arms around
Warrior's neck, and pulled her head down, seeking those ripe,
quivering, pink lips.
For a moment,
astonished Wonder Warrior, still in a state of shock, hardly knew what
was happening. Before she could react, Yetta was kissing her
passionately on the mouth, her stiff tongue probing her lips, and
invading her mouth, with horrid familiarity.
reacted in shocked disgust, trying to pull loose from the offensively
amorous coed, but Yetta's fat arms, wrapped tightly around her neck,
stronger than they looked, and Yetta's lips remained glued to her own.
She tried to shut her mouth, but Yetta's worm like tongue was deep
inside her mouth, manipulating her own.
It wasn't until
the indignant Wonder Warrior gave the girl a hard shove, that she
managed to free herself from the odious embrace.
"Get AWAY from
me!" The shocked Amazon cried in disgust. "Are you crazy?"
Though Wonder Warrior, herself, was an unattainable ideal before today, at the sorority, Yetta often enjoyed some diversion with the other girls. After all, that was just a "little innocent girly fun", usually starting out as playful roughhouse. If a younger girl resisted, the strong, stocky Yetta invariably prevailed. She had grown used to having her way, in these matters, and the challenge of the struggle made the reluctant reward all the sweeter.
Wonder Warrior's angry,
teen aged bully.
"Huh! Who do you think you are,
anyway, ya' pitiful loser?" Yetta angrily snarled. "This all
your fault, anyways! I'm
only here 'cause
that witch used me as bait t'get you! If I'd never met you, I'd be
football back at
school right now!" Yetta sniffed a little, reminded of her predicament,
but then went on savagely.
"Gosh I thought you were so
strong, nobody could
you, an' then I saw that little shrimp of a jap knock ya' all over the
room, an' then jump up and down on ya! All us girls thought YOU
weren't afraid of nothing, but when that witch
spanked ya', ya' bawled like a baby for her to stop! Yeah! I heard ya
beggin' like a little five year old priss for that 'awfwul mean wady'
t'stop spanking yer poor, fat behind! Heck! She used a whip
on me, and I never begged her! Geez, but yer a sorry excuse for a
superheroine! Yer nothin' but a big, dumb loser, with big boobies,
Wonder Warrior gasped in shock, at
Yetta's hate-filled outburst. She tried to explain.
"Yetta please, I-It's not my
but even if it is, we can't do THAT! I-It's wrong! I-I don't like it
anyway, n-not with a girl.."
"Ah SHADDUP!" Yetta glared menacingly for emphasis. "Now GET this, Honey! Were stuck together in here with nothin' else t'do! We night as well have some fun, together, AND we're gonna! Whether you like it or NOT! It's fun either way, fer me! Ya'll get t'like it, tho'! They always do, 'specially the sweet, little teases that pretend not ta!"
Wonder Warrior was nearly
paralyzed by Yetta's hurtful the outburst. The girl's hateful sneers
and threats struck
her with the same force as Namasui's fists! Had the unfortunate girl
lost her mind?
Yetta reached for her again,
and Wonder Warrior
shrank away apprehensively. If there had been any tenderness in Yetta's
first, crude sexual advances, there was none now. She pinched a large
amazonian behind, at the same time that she painfully squeezed a melon
sized breast, as though testing its ripeness.
Desperate to escape the amorous
coed's bold, unwelcome advances, Wonder
Warrior pulled away, defensively. She was convinced the girl had lost
senses, and was fearful of injuring her. As the alarmed Amazon shrank
back, Yetta grabbed
her arm and twisted it. It was only then, that Wonder Warrior realized
weak she was. The loss of her super powers, compounded by Namasui's
savage beating had devastated her.
It was a rude shock, for a superheroine, to learn the plump but
athletic, little coed was at least as strong as she was, now.
Yetta effortlessly twisted the
enfeebled superheroine's arm behind her
back, and boldly fondled her gorgeous nude body.
In frenzied repugnance, Wonder
Warrior lunged free, at the
cost of wrenching pain in her twisted arm. If she had not caught Yetta
by surprise, she doubted she could have gotten loose at all. She
continued to plead with
the girl, as her frantic eyes darted around the cell for some refuge.
There was no
place to run
or hide in the cramped cell, and Yetta
the taller, more mature woman by the hair and jerked her backward.
As Yetta twisted Wonder Warrior
to her, she
ruthlessly drove her other fist into the Amazon's firm belly. Her fist
met little resistance, and drove the breath from the cringing woman's
tortured lungs with a whoosh.
An experienced collegiate woman
Yetta watched Namasui batter
Warrior's splendid midriff to mush. She knew from experience, the
Amazon's belly muscles could never have recovered so soon, but must
still be tender and terribly sore. Yetta's surmise proved correct, and
pitilessly capitalized on
the weakness. She carried out her attack with an experienced savage
that was irresistible.
Yetta battered the stricken
Amazon's belly, until Wonder Warrior
collapsed in agony, moaning and whimpering. Yetta's savagery was
frightening, and cowed the former superheroine, already made vulnerable
by the Dragon Lady's cruel, expert domination.
Yetta grasped the trembling
Amazon's chin and twisted her head
painfully. Until today, Wonder Warrior never need fear anything, but
now she found herself at the mercy of a small, fat school girl,
helplessly intimidated by her.
"Get with it, Moron, before I take
ya across my knee and
give you a worse spanking then that Dragon Witch did! Ya GOT IT! Wish I
had my sorority paddle with me! That always works wonders with the
Whimpering plaintively, Wonder Warrior cringed in fear of the heartless, vicious shrew she always thought was her devoted protegee and friend.
Yetta contemptuously continued her brutal wooing, with a series of hard smacks across the face. The awful fear she saw in those big, blue, tear-stained eyes excited and spurred her on. She remembered those sky blue eyes were proudly fearless, before today.
Yetta smacked the stricken Amazon
from side to side, until she
toppled the larger, older woman to the floor. That was just the start!
of Part 5.
Go on to Part 6.