The following is a work of erotic fiction and includes scenes of sexual activity. It includes characters that are copyrighted by Marvel Comics. This story is intended for the non-commercial enjoyment of fans and should be considered a parody. No copyright infringement is intended and no profit will be made from the distribution of this story.
Author's Note - The characters in the story are based on those in the original comics (pre1985) and not any current versions.
All characters in sexual situations are 18+
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Part One
Lifting her head, looking once more at her surroundings, Madeline Joyce could almost imagine she was in a movie. One of those horror films put out by Universal Studios, but a movie nevertheless. Unfortunately, the reality of her situation was all too real and more terrifying that any Hollywood screenwriter could've imagined.
The medieval castle she was trapped in wasn't on some studio back lot, but deep in the heart of National Socialist Germany. Nor was it Boris Karloff or Bela Lugosi that roamed the walls of the ancient edifice, but members of the Super-Axis as well as a regiment of Hitler's elite Schutzstaffel, known to the world as the dreaded SS.
Her gaze shifted from the various scientific devices that filled the large hall, some that seemed far beyond the limits of 1940's technology, to the heavy steel table she was strapped onto. Gone was the familiar red, white and blue stretch suit she wore as Miss America, replaced while she had been unconscious by the type of short gown you might find in a hospital. This garment, however, was so translucent as to make her most intimate areas visible through it.
There was nothing immaterial about the metal bands that held her on the table; bindings of such strength as to resist the limits of her electrically enhanced strength. Not that she hadn't tried numerous times to break out of them since she had first opened her eyes twenty-four hours before.
Ending what would be try number thirteen, Madeline dropped her head back on the table, her near-naked body covered with the sweat of her effort. Her eyes closed again as she tried to regroup her strength. In her mind, she reviewed the events that had led her here.
She found it hard to realize that it had only been two days before that she had been taking a walk along the London docks. It was long after dark, but the woman who had fought alongside both the Invaders and the Liberty Legion felt no fear from the underworld elements that still practiced their nefarious trades in a city and world at war.
The dark hulking form that had unexpectedly appeared out of the shadows was far more formidable than the run of the mill ruffian she might've expected. Lost in the thoughts that had prompted her late night stroll, Madeline had been taken totally by surprise. The fight had been brief, with darkness overtaking her within seconds. When she finally regained consciousness, she had been here in this chamber of the damned.
The reason for her high-risk capture was made clear soon enough. Even before the start of the war, the Nazi Government had the creation of their own mystery men to match those of the Allied Nations a top priority. The Red Skull had been one such attempt, Baron Zemo another. Still these had just been ordinary men given bizarre identities to further their murderous rampages. Neither was more than human.
An effort to duplicate the United States' super-soldier serum had begun even before America's Project Rebirth had its first successful test. A success that turned out to be the only one when the intervention of a Nazi agent led to the death of the serum's creator. Still, the one had been Captain America, who had proven his worth to the war effort a hundred times over.
In the years since, other agents had limited success in obtaining aspects of the original formula. A few times they had attempted to capture Captain America himself to learn his secrets, only to learn that catching the celebrated hero and keeping him were two different things.
Finally, taking a different, and what they considered perhaps an easier track, Nazi Intelligence had decided to concentrate on some of the lesser heroes in an attempt to unlock their secrets. Picking someone on the periphery, they had started with Miss America, reasoning that she would be an easy conquest.
An appraisal that, so far, the auburn-tressed heroine had done little to disprove. True, they had so far learned few of the secrets they sought, but Madeline had no illusions as to the lengths they might go to find those answers. Even if they had to search for them during a post-mortem.
The truth was, even if she was inclined to share that knowledge, Madeline had little idea as to the how and why she had developed the powers she had. It had only been a little more than a year before that she had made a late night visit to the lighthouse that her Uncle had converted to an electrical power plant. A thunderstorm had been raging outside that night, one that sent a lightning strike almost into the building itself. It had been close enough to cause a tremendous power surge in the equipment, trapping the young woman in the middle of a deadly electrical field.
She awoke from a death-like coma a week later, having survived what the doctors and engineers had described as enough current to kill a thousand men, but evidently not this single woman. When she rose from her hospital bed, Madeline discovered that the incident had left her with the ability to actually fly, as well as enhanced strength and vitality. Having always considered herself an adventurer, even before the transformation, it didn't take her long to adopt the identity of Miss America and set out to help fight her country's enemies.
That those powers might somehow now benefit those same enemies was almost too much for the twenty-two year old to bear. Still weak from her last attempt, Madeline tried one more ultimately fruitless effort to free herself. A draining effort that caused her to lose consciousness once more.
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Sometime later, the noise of guards coming to attention in the hall beyond the massive wooden doors told the captive heroine that her tormentors were returning. A flood of light filled the room as the portals swung open and three members of the Super-Axis, flanked by four black suited members of the SS, stepped inside.
The two women who led the group couldn't have been more dissimilar. The taller of the two stood six foot three, with raven black hair that was braided and tied back in a bun. She weighed almost two hundred pounds, all of it muscle. Dressed in a leather bathing suit-like, outfit, complimented by high black boots and assorted leather straps on her arms, Frieda Ratsel had taken on the name Krieger Frau - Warrior Woman. Previously an expert in interrogation for the Gestapo, the agent had used a variant of the super-soldier formula that she had obtained on herself.
More than half a foot shorter, the second woman wasn't German at all, but Japanese. Only the Kempei Tai, the military secret police of her homeland, knew her real name but she was known on three continents as Lady Lotus. Unlike the militaristic garb of everyone else in the small party, the willowy Asian wore a low cut, seductive indigo evening gown that stretched down to her ankles and split up the side to show off her legs. Long black hair framed her face, the most striking feature of which were a pair of hypnotic brown eyes.
The third member of the trio dwarfed both women in size, if not in height. Two hundred and forty-five pounds, the crew cut blond wore a blue body suit with a yellow belt, boots and gloves. On the center of his chest rested a large black swastika in a red circle. The first survivor of the Nazi's attempt at creating a super-soldier, Wilhelm Lohmer was indeed the Ubermensch - the Master Man. Actually physically stronger than his American counterpart, Master Man lacked Captain America's fighting skills and was further hampered by the need for occasional reapplication of his particular version of the formula.
"This soft-hearted approach of yours is a waste of time," Warrior Woman said to Lady Lotus in her native German, unaware that it was a language Madeline understood as well. "Give her to me and I will show you how to conduct a proper interrogation. It will not take me long to gain the information we seek."
As if to underscore what she thought a proper interrogation entailed, the leather clad woman gestured at the smaller Japanese woman with the long bullwhip she always carried. A gesture that the Asian casually ignored.
"Nevertheless, it is how we will continue," Lady Lotus replied, using what she considered a barbaric tongue. "I would remind you that my control of this operation has the approval of Reichsfuhrer Himmler himself." she added, putting an end to the discussion.
"Bah," Warrior Woman said as she made another defiant gesture, then stormed back out of the room, considering the decision by the head of the SS to put this non-Aryan she-devil in charge to be just one more example of idiotic male domination of the party. A condition she hoped to change one day soon.
"And do you have a problem with my methods as well?" the Japanese woman asked as she turned to face Master Man.
"No, of course not," the Nazi Superman said, a noticeable hesitation in his voice.
Lady Lotus continued to stare into Lohmer's eyes, causing the powerful soldier to feel an unaccustomed weakness deep inside him. It was a frailty that he hadn't felt since the days when he was just the smallest man in his local party organization. He felt as if long minutes had passed as she held him in her gaze, but he knew that must've been his imagination. Finally, she turned her attention away from him and to the woman that was the object of their mission.
"And how are you enjoying our hospitality?" Lady Lotus asked, switching to English as she applied a slight pressure to the side of the table, bringing it up to a standing position.
"Why don't you change places with me for a few hours on here and find out for yourself," Madeline said as she looked down into the face of the shorter woman. She tried to keep her tone calm and not exhibit any of the emotions that had been building up within her. Or the weakness she felt after being confined without food or water for two days. There were limits to even her vitality.
