WARNING: This story contains nudity, graphic violence, f/f rape and other perversities. It is most definitely intended for, and should only be read by, mature adults, over the age of twenty-one.
Note: Certain attitudes and prejudices, presented herein, are not
those of the author, but were widespread during, the World War II era,
and in the milieu,
This story is a sequel to GW's Mission To Los Grande Mission
To Los Grande.
Marvel's Interrogation. Part 1.
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In 1943, the renowned and beloved
Lady Marvel, America's favorite
superheroine of the World War II period, undertook a critical
mission to Latin America, at the behest of the U. S. Office of Special
Operations (OSS). Lady Marvel's assignment was to capture her younger
Nazi counterpart called Ubermadchen. Ubermadchen, like Lady Marvel was
an otherworldly émigré to Earth, and like the American
possessed super powers of incredible magnitude. Though Ubermadchen was
only a girl of eighteen, she was already a major threat to the Allied
war effort. She was in the Latin America nation of Los Grande, with
orders from the SS, to destroy the Panama Canal. It was vital that the
Nazi threat to the canal be eliminated immediately. Due to the
situation in Los Grande, only the redoubtable Lady Marvel could deal
effectively with the Nazi plot.
Aided only by a crude map, Lady
Marvel swiftly, and unerringly located the Nazi compound. She
confronted the bellicose
Ubermadchen, who made it clear she would not be taken willingly. Though
both women possessed similar super powers, it hardly seemed it could be
an equal contest. Lady Marvel was a large, fully mature woman of
impressive, intimidating physique, with long experience in fighting
doers. Despite her arrogant bravado, Ubermadchen was an untried girl,
not yet out of her teens. Of slender, almost fragile build, she was
barely half the American Champion's size. It was only because of the
critical importance, of her mission, and with the greatest reluctance,
that the gallant Lady Marvel even considered physical force against her
Unknown to Lady Marvel, the young
Nazi, though hardly more than a
child, was mistress of a myriad of martial arts techniques, in which
she'd been rigorously trained since near infancy. Moreover,
training had been completed, and perfected by the notorious Commandant
Gerda von Hipper, her superior officer in the SS. Commandant von
Hipper, a formidable street fighter and barroom brawler, had taught the
eager recruit much. Gerda's favorite, oft repeated admonition was to:
"gedt ze boot in first!"
An apt pupil, Ubermadchen followed
her mentor's instructions to the
Once she gained the advantage, Ubermadchen ruthlessly, beat the gallant Lady Marvel into submission, with terrible, brutal ferocity.
After she forced the unfortunate Lady Marvel to basely satisfy her perverse sexual desires, Ubermadchen redonned her somber costume, well satisfied with herself. She cruelly denied her sobbing, nude prisoner's request to cover her shameful nakedness. "Hah! Let the big cow parade around naked! That'll teach her she's no superheroine, when Ubermadchen's in town!"
As Ubermadchen finished
dressing, she glanced
down at the trembling sobbing prisoner, crouching miserably at her
feet, and noticed Lady Marvel was still wearing her famous, crimson,
high heeled boots.
"Oh! I forgot you still have those
tacky, red boots on! Take them
off, this instant!
Gerda would be furious, if she saw you wearing them!" Ubermadchen
The degraded, naked captive, sunk in despondent misery, dutifully obeyed the young tyrant's command. Pride and self respect, like her proud uniform, forcefully stripped from her, Lady Marvel had seemingly surrendered her very soul to the vicious Nazi teenager.
As soon as the weeping Lady Marvel
with heavy heart, removed her
Ubermadchen picked up a field telephone, to report her triumph to her
"The great Lady Marvel is no more!
I've defeated and captured her, Commandant!".....
"No! It was quite easy! She is a
clumsy, cowardly sow! Her
reputation was greatly overrated! She won't give us anymore
"Thank you, Commandant! You are
most gracious! Yes, I'll bring her to
you, immediately! Heil Hitler!".....
Ubermadchen put down the phone,
and turned back to her captive.
Showing off before her superior officer, Ubermadchen arrogantly demonstrated her total mastery over her larger, older captive, by poking and shoving the defeated American superheroine this way and that for Gerda's contemptuous inspection. A dispirited Lady Marvel sobbingly obeyed the hateful teen's commands, her head sunk low in mortification.
Even without her high heeled boots, the captive American crimefighter towered over the other two women, and perhaps with her spectacular muscular development weighed nearly as much as both of them combined. Yet she submitted to their demeaning inspection and nasty taunts, with only a sob of misery. The cruel Nazis made sport of Lady Marvel's curvaceous physical attributes, as they jeered at her.
As Ubermadchen poked the unfortunate sobbing Lady Marvel's spectacular behind, she snickered: "Ja Commandant! You should have seen the sow's big fat behind when I paddled it! It was red as raw beef! She is such a coward, she howled like a pig being butchered all the time, too! Never had a proper paddling before! Yankee parents are too lax! Course she heals quickly, like I do, so it's faded now!"
"Ach, I am zorry I mizzed zadt!"
Gerda snickered. "Didt you gedt ze
zludt'z costume readty to sendt to Dr. Goebbels, Liebchen?"
"Yes, just as you ordered,
Commandant! Even her red boots! I made
her take them off, herself! She really hated that! She was already
crying like an infant, but she cried even louder taking them off! I
hope, though, that Dr. Goebbels will
return her things some day, so I can mount them as a souvenir on the
wall of My Father's Trophy Room!"
"Ach, zadt ist a splendidt idea,
Liebchen! Ja, idt vouldt be nize to
haff a whole vall vull ov Yankee superbitch's cosdtumes! I vouldt like
zat meinself!" Gerda replied enthusiastically, her small pig like eyes
gleaming at the thought.