Humpdays 29

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Book II: Seeing Reds, SSW vs. Walkiria

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The ground shook violently from the massive impact only a few yards away. Olga turned as quickly as she could to face this new threat even as it lifted itself up and now hurtled directly towards her, leaping with tremendous force and velocity. Despite the fact that she was suffering from slight double-vision and her left eye was clouded with blood Olga could still recognize the hulking shape now bearing down on her and her heart sank. Like a wolf stalking wounded prey, her enemy must have been air-dropped nearby and then leapt over incredible spans of distance very quickly to zero in on her target. Several of her ribs were broken and her jaw was still healing from the compound fracture it had received. She had already lost a great of blood and her body was bruised, broken and exhausted from her prolonged battle with Walkiria, the same woman she called a wife and lover who herself lay unconscious several feet away in the grass. Both of them were now at the mercy of the most dangerous and psychotic criminal Olga had ever known. Somehow she must have had a hand in all this...or at worst she had orchestrated all of it. The Soviet Superwoman spit out a mouthful of blood and forced herself agonizingly to her feet even as the sun was suddenly blocked out, bathing her in the shade of her incoming opponent. A fist the size of a car engine drove downwards towards her, forcing her to utilize what little super-speed she had remaining. The blow missed, crashing into the soft earth like a battering ram as the smaller, raven-haired woman dodged to the right. It was too slow however, and far too unsteady. A massive hand shot out and clamped down onto her arm, reeling her in towards her foe. Olga braced for impact as the other fist smashed into her face once...twice...three times. Her head hung limp like a rag doll after the brutal volley, blood running freely from her broken nose and shattered mouth. The same bloodied fist now took a rough hand-hold through her hair, jerking her head up so she was face to face with Genocide.



The former Nazi officer was gigantic, far larger than even Olga remembered. She was a literal tower of bulging muscles and strength that dwarfed even the largest male bodybuilder. Ilsa Hauppman's face was nestled between twin slabs of trapezius muscle, leering at her with a look of ultimate satisfaction. Two globe-like breasts heaved up and down from the massive shelves of pectorals that jutted outwards. The woman's short blonde hair was flecked with water or perhaps sweat that ran down across her forehead and she was positively shaking with excitement. Her normally cold blue eyes blazed with hatred as her lips pulled back into a sneer.



"I have waited for this moment for a long, long time!" she said, her German-accented voice sounding thick and husky. The hand that had taken a hold of Olga's arm wrenched it to the side violently and continued to bend it backwards until the bone snapped and the Soviet woman let out a ear-piercing scream. Ilsa closed her eyes and drank it all in, moving her hand from the damaged arm to clamp down on Olga's throat.



"Untermensch bitch!" Genocide bellowed into her face as it twisted and contorted in pain, "I have you right where I have always wanted you! Too tired, too injured and too weak to do anything to stop me. I could snap your neck right now and pull your head from your body..."



As if to put emphasis on it, the hand that was still gripping her short, black hair began to pull upwards as the hand clamped across her throat tugged in the opposite direction. Olga's legs kicked violently as she reached up with her uninjured hand to try desperately to pull herself free. Ilsa's grin split into an even wider smile and she leaned in so Olga could feel her hot, breath on her face. Nostrils flaring, as if she was drinking in the struggling woman's fear and panic, Ilsa's tongue darted out and licked up the side of Olga's face before she stopped pulling in both directions. Olga struggled to catch her breath even as Genocide licked her meaty lips.



"I can taste the fear on you...delicious. I've waited a lifetime for this moment. I intend to enjoy it to the full."




Genocide reared back, suddenly and violently slamming her fist into the smaller woman's abdomen over and over again with all of her strength behind it. After about five or six brutal body blows, Olga coughed up a combination of blood and spittle at which point Ilsa stopped and let out a triumphant laugh, grabbing her hair once again and pulling her limp body taut.




"How..." Maia's voice croaked up from behind them. The Soviet Superwoman's eyes opened wide as she looked over to see her wife trying desperately to stumble to her feet, her own body just as bruised and battered as Olga's. Ilsa turned as well, a haughty expression imprinted on her face.



"Pathetic. You all seem to forget that I am a scientist first. Everyone forgets where my true genius lay, hidden behind this massive, all-powerful body!" Genocide snarled as she stomped over towards Maia. She released her grip on Olga's hair to backhand the green and red clad heroine back down to the earth with a sickening thud. A massive boot crashed down in-between Maia's ample breasts, slamming her violently against the ground and holding her there. Still holding the struggling Soviet Superwoman by the throat in one hand, she leaned down onto one knee with all her weight and locked eyes with Maia.



"At that ridiculous convention* you both went to a few days ago, one of my agents deposited nanite technology of my design onto your bodies. Once they make their way into your nervous systems these nanites release high frequency microwave radiation that affect the centers of the human brain controlling emotions so as to stimulate and magnify the victims' feelings of dread, fear, and anger to unreasonable levels, including repressed or subconscious sentiments of this kind. It took quite an effort to adjust these nanites to affect your own unique energy make-up but I must say I am positively thrilled with the results. Both of you became so unreasonable and full of anger and hatred that you did all of my work for me, beating each other so savagely! Wunderbar! I truly wish I could have seen it all, but I had to make my way here rather quickly."



"What about the satellite and the Russians?" Maia hissed as she struggled to lift the boot from atop her chest, pinning her to the ground like a butterfly on a cork-board.



"The Russians gave me the ideal situation with which to pit the two of you against each other. They were the ones who contacted me with the contract to eliminate her. The irony of her own people finally wanting her dead was too much for me to pass up and so, despite my hatred for her sub-human Slav people, I accepted their offer as an opportunity to finally be rid of her and make a handsome profit to boot. My nanite technology couldn't actually create a rift between the two of you, only enhance an existing one. Watching the two of you try to murder each other, destroying the bonds of love and marriage AND giving me the opportunity to dispose of you as well was all just so much sauce for the goose. Angel Falls First Couple indeed, soon to be remembered as nothing more than a bickering pair of lesbisch who died due to each others own hatred and stupidity."



Ilsa reached down and swallowed up Maia's neck with her free hand, lifting her up to hold by the throat just as she held Olga. A triumphant chuckle erupted from her lips as she held the two superheroes a few feet away from each other, several feet from the ground like they were prized turkeys presented for a feast. Her eyes closed as she could feel their struggles down her enormous arms as they pulled at her fingers with weakened hands or attempted to fly and pull themselves free. Her hands remained locked tight, both of them completely engulfing the throats of her two greatest foes.



"So what are you going to do Ilsa...please choke us both to death so we don't have to hear anymore of your gloating?" Maia gasped out between her dry, cracked lips. She had to keep Genocide talking, regain her own strength. Already she was slowly opening the portal in her energy matrix and absorbing more and more power. Ilsa's biggest weakness was her ego. If she could keep her talking, keep stoking the fire that blazed behind her eyes then she and Olga might just be able to go back on the offense and take her down.




"Arrogant bitch!" Genocide hissed. "Unfit to bear the name of the noble valkyrja! Do not worry, death is going to come for both of you very soon. For savagely crippling me so many years ago I intend to repay you in kind! You will get to watch Olga die first and then I will take my time beating you to death with the primitive rocks that surround us here!"
  
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Nikola Myshkin watched in growing horror at the situation unfolding all around him. Outside the sounds of combat could be heard, louder now as the Kyrgyzstan army fought hard against the handful of rogue Russian forces. They were in the better position, but they wouldn't be able to breach the fortress General Tupelov had created here in time. The satellite weapon in orbit was poised to fire down on two capital cities, inciting a global war that would make WWII look like a minor skirmish after instantly murdering millions of lives. The two women capable of stopping the weapon completely were currently at the mercy of Ilsa Hauppman, the terrorist leader of the Fourth Reich who held the upper hand after they had been somehow been pitted against each other. All that and he was going into shock from a well placed gunshot wound in his gut that was causing his lifeblood to ooze out too quickly onto the floors. Time was running out, for everyone involved.



"You have enough control of the satellite to switch targets?" he whispered to the technician in front of him. The man nodded in the affirmative.



"We can do it once, but after that control will be taken from us. As stated, we will be locked out completely and the original targets will be reset."



"Alright switch targets and narrow the intensity of the beam down to it's lowest setting." Nikola replied before launching into another coughing fit, doubling over from the pain.



"Where am I re-positioning the beam to sir?" he asked nervously.



Nikola put the gun on the nearest console as he slowly and painfully sat down and took out his two-way communicator along with his crushed and bloodied package of cigarettes. There was no need for it anymore, these few technicians and scientists wanted to end this and hopefully live just as much as he did. They would cooperate from here on out. As he held the communicator a few inches from his wheezing mouth, he fished in the package to discover it only had one cigarette remaining. How completely perfect he thought as he lit it and brought it to his lips.

Where to indeed? Nikola thought to himself.

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The following characters were used with permission:

owns the Soviet Superwoman and Nikola Myshkin.

owns Walkiria.

This story takes place in the universe.

* The convention and her henchman that Ilsa was talking about: