Helga Wagner was exactly the type of superwoman that every German boy dreamed of. She was blessed with sapphire eyes, golden hair, and Valkyrie's physique. The only aspect of herself that rivaled her overwhelming beauty was her status as an Oberfuhrer.
Helga was easily the strongest woman in Germany, possibly the world. Yet despite her pride and strength, she couldn't prevent herself from being captured by enemy forces.
Imprisoned deep in enemy territory, two guards led her to a grand dining room. At the end of a sturdy table sat General Han, the most feared man in the entire country. The giant General feasted alone on an entire roasted pig.
The two guards planted Helga in her chair across from the General, before removing her shackles, and exiting the room, leaving the pair of high-ranking officers to themselves.
"You must be General Han," Helga spoke first, "You're even more hideous than I expected."
Han finished chewing his meat, and swallowed, before speaking, "You have a lot of nerve for a woman who was in chains a mere minute ago."
"What's the meaning behind meeting me here?" Helga spat, "You wish to interrogate me? I'll never talk!"
"I wish for you to be my guest. You'll need plenty of stamina for what's to come," Han gestured to the plates in front of her.
Helga eyed down the buffet before forcing laughter at his offer, "Hahaha! You actually expect me to eat this disease-riddled slop?! You're a riot! What is this, bat soup with a side of live puppies? What, did your big pig not want to finish his last meal before you cooked him?"
"More for me then," Han ripped the ear of his pig and started chewing.
"I get it now," Helga spoke, "You plan to defile me, don't you? You think I'm afraid of being tortured? I've endured far worse on behalf of my country!"
Han continued chewing on his pig ear.
"It's not surprising for your kind to lust after women like me though. I've seen the sad, pathetic state of your culture. Even your best-looking women pale in comparison to the absolute ugliest of our women. It's no wonder you're so desperate for sex."
Han finished chewing and washed the meat down with a chalice of horse milk mixed with horse blood.
"Still not nearly as ugly as your men though. Don't even get me started, they're all so puny and weak, they might as well be women themselves. I can hardly tell the men and women apart sometimes. But you, you, General, are by far the ugliest of them all. The ugliest I've ever seen."
Han was the spitting image of Guan Yu, so much so that a few of his underlings genuinely believed him to be a reincarnation of the legendary god of war. He stood at a massive 6'10 and weighed almost 500 lbs. To maintain his massive bulk, he requires enough food to feed ten men. Years of strenuous labor had carved his face into a permanent scowl. Whatever wasn't covered by his long beard was furrowed with wrinkles.
His ugliness was the one thing Helga wasn't lying about. It only furthered his ability to intimidate others.
"Defile me if you so please, but just so you know, when my troops come to rescue me, the favor will be returned at 200% interest!"
"...But not by my genetically perfect men, of course. No, I would never allow my beautiful, perfect men to taint their pure bloodlines by fucking your ugly, disgusting women. I'm sure the Japanese wouldn't mind paying your villages a visit for us if we asked them to."
"They're just as desperate as your men and would readily stick their dicks in anything that walks. Nothing valuable would be lost if your monstrous women were made to spawn reinforcements for our Japanese allies. You all look exactly the same already, so no one would even be able to tell the difference. Most of you are probably already procreating with your cousins anyway, so a little genetic diversity from the Japanese would just be doing you a favor!"
Han's voice tremored, "Take off your clothes."
Helga was in shock. The sound of his deep voice boomed throughout the dining room rattling her deep to the core. She couldn't believe what he had just dared to say to her.
"Wh-... What?"
"Do I need to repeat myself? Now!" Han stood up, casting a shadow over her with his massive frame. He was starting to grow less patient.
Helga froze up like a deer in headlamps.
"Perhaps you'd like me to tear that uniform off you instead."
She desperately tried to figure out what to do. If she voluntarily exposed herself to him, she would be shamefully submitting her body to an inferior man. But if she tried to keep her pride, the brute would overpower her and damage her precious uniform.
In her mind, images of the giant beast pinning her place, and tearing the durable fabric from her skin like paper with his impossible strength, while she flails desperately, crying, and begging him to stop, to no avail. Just the mere thought sent bolts of lightning down her spine, ending in a puddle at her crotch.
Han started to take steps closer, each stride shook the table beside him.
"Alright! I'll do it myself!" Helga whined in defeat.
At least this way she'd be getting naked on her own terms, she concluded. It would be far less shameful than being forced into submission.
Helga had been seen naked by hundreds of men at this point, but this time, she actually felt nervous for once.
Helga was a 6'1 goddess. She was used to being physically superior to even some of the men in her troops. Standing before Han, she now knew how it felt to be truly weak.
One by one, her hat, coat, shirt, along with her skirt all joined each other in a pile on the floor. Slipping out of her high heels only made Han feel larger and more intimidating to her. The hard tile floor stung her feet through her thin stockings.
Beneath her olive green uniform, Helga had on a silky pink bra and knickers that were the fashion at the time. She didn't look so tough anymore. Without her medals and armband, she was just a normal girl.
After shedding her uniform, Helga's previously cocky attitude had flipped as well. Her pale white face had turned just as pink as her girly lingerie.
Helga, decorated in pink fabric, looked up to meet her future abuser's approving eyes. Her breath had grown shaky. She tried reaching back to unhook her bra but her hands wouldn't stop shaking.
Where was all this nervousness coming from? Helga was as experienced as they come. She climbed the ranks, soon as she turned 18, by fucking and sucking every last dirty, old man she came across, sometimes multiple at once.
Once she became an Oberfuhrer, the highest-ranking officer, Helga no longer had to bribe her superiors for promotions. Instead, she abused her position as a Senior Leader, picking the cream of the crop to be her companions each night. The strongest, youngest, most beautiful men she had ever laid eyes on were hers for the taking. If these men had wives at home already, she'd threaten to have them discharged or even executed unless they cheated. Helga's body had always been her greatest weapon. For the last 10 years, absolute superiority was all she had known. Now that weapon had fallen into the clutches of her enemy.
But now, being entirely at the will of her enemy, powerless, Helga was afraid to bare her body, even more so than her first time.
