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"Enough! Slavic ungeziefer, those will be your last words! Auf Wiedersehen Sowjetische Superfrau, but before you depart from this world to oblivion I want you to see the face of your killer. I want it to be the last image you see before darkness takes you. Grendel please remove your mask and kill this schwanzlutscher. Make sure that it's agonizingly painful and perfectly captured to show Walkiria before you kill her as well.”

Ilsa Hauppman snarled into the communicator before sitting back to savor the death of her nemesis. She had waited so long for this moment, she almost didn't know how to react to it. Part of her relished the fact that she would finally be rid of that woman and that it had all happened according to her own design. Another part of her was somewhat regretful that while she had masterminded this plot, she had not been able to squeeze the life out of Olga Yezhov herself with her own hands. No matter. With her most hated and dangerous foe off the table, Angel Falls would fall solely under the control of the Fourth Reich. Ilsa watched the screen with growing excitement as her cybernetic monstrosity continued to advance on the weakened Soviet, ready to deliver the death-blow. Genocide felt herself almost unable to breathe. The anticipation was maddening.

The Nazi was jolted back to reality by the sound of the doors to her inner sanctum being forcibly ripped open. The red alarm klaxon sounded loudly above the sound of cracking concrete and rending metal, throwing flashing light in all directions. There in the archway stood Walkiria. Her eyes locked on the seated German, fueled with rage. The heroine's costume was already ripped and frayed in some places from where she had rather easily smashed her way through the Fourth Reich's inner defenses. To her surprise, the defenses were rather light and a great deal less formidable that she had anticipated. Genocide had only a few handfuls of her most fanatic soldiers protecting her lair, making it's location a virtual secret from the organization on the whole. Besides, there was no real need for such mundane protection when you had the strength to battle Soviet Superwoman to almost a stand-still. Maia likened it to fighting a far more intelligent version of Ultrawoman...not that that was too difficult.

Ilsa turned and casually shut off the alarm as she stood up. This would work out better than she had anticipated, even if she was momentarily surprised that the American had found her command room. That could be investigated further, after the two lovers had been sent to oblivion.

"Guten Abend Walkiria. I must say that I am surprised at your finding me here. I had intended to seek you out myself very soon."

Walkiria's nostrils flared as she walked into the chamber, taking a moment to look around at the various Third Reich trappings and statuary. "Well I'm glad I saved you the trouble. Sad part is that from here the nearest hospital is quite a distance so much as I'd like to smash the teeth out of your pretty 'master race' face, I'm going to give you this one time offer of surrender. I really fucking hope you turn it down."

Genocide chuckled. "Overconfident Amerikaner. How dare you come to my home, to my private chambers and demand my surrender on the eve of my greatest victory!"

With a deft motion she flipped one of her monitors around so Walkiria could see what Grendel was seeing. Olga, in obviously a great deal of pain, struggling for her life against an unknown assassin. She couldn't make out the location, but it looked like an alley of some kind, possibly downtown. Soviet Superwoman, the love of her life was bloodied and reeling from a series of blows the black-clad woman proceeded to slam into her with. Maia almost made a noise and took a step forward before catching herself. Ilsa's smug grin of satisfaction told her that she had already given her emotional response away and it had been like gazing upon a magnificent piece of art to this sick bitch. The blonde German was practically giddy and unable to contain her excitement.

"It's only a matter of time now. Grendel is going to leave her gutted and begging for her life in a filthy alley...and that's not even the most delicious part."

Maia steadied her resolve and locked her jaw, nodding slowly. Her voice was tight and her low tone shook with anger.

"If she dies, you die."

Ilsa's eyes grew large as she made her way around the table, stripping off her bodysuit casually. "Don't worry Fräulein, you will soon be joining her. I would not want to keep the both of you separated for long." She grinned. "I may not have been able to kill that Soviet slut myself, as I would have truly liked, but I will take satisfaction that I sent yet another of her miserable lovers to the grave to meet her personally."

Maia reached back and pulled on her cowl before lowering her arms and cracking her knuckles loudly. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy breaking every bone in your body. It's a rare occasion that I get to actually use my full strength without giving a damn."

Ilsa felt the muscles in her neck begin to spasm, feeling the first incredible wave of pleasure hit her as she began to grow to her full height and mass...

To be continued...
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A big special thank you to my dear friend, who created this image to accompany my story. I am so very glad that you came back to DA to showcase your work again sir!

Another big thanks to for letting me use (and possibly abuse) the lovely Walkiria.

Soviet Superwoman, Genocide, Grendel and the story part are all my own creations.

Proud to be hosted by

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"Enough! Slavic ungeziefer, those will be your last words! Auf Wiedersehen Sowjetische Superfrau, but before you depart from this world to oblivion I want you to see the face of your killer. I want it to be the last image you see before darkness takes you. Grendel please remove your mask and kill this schwanzlutscher. Make sure that it's agonizingly painful and perfectly captured to show Walkiria before you kill her as well.”

Ilsa Hauppman snarled into the communicator before sitting back to savor the death of her nemesis. She had waited so long for this moment, she almost didn't know how to react to it. Part of her relished the fact that she would finally be rid of that woman and that it had all happened according to her own design. Another part of her was somewhat regretful that while she had masterminded this plot, she had not been able to squeeze the life out of Olga Yezhov herself with her own hands. No matter. With her most hated and dangerous foe off the table, Angel Falls would fall solely under the control of the Fourth Reich. Ilsa watched the screen with growing excitement as her cybernetic monstrosity continued to advance on the weakened Soviet, ready to deliver the death-blow. Genocide felt herself almost unable to breathe. The anticipation was maddening.

The Nazi was jolted back to reality by the sound of the doors to her inner sanctum being forcibly ripped open. The red alarm klaxon sounded loudly above the sound of cracking concrete and rending metal, throwing flashing light in all directions. There in the archway stood Walkiria. Her eyes locked on the seated German, fueled with rage. The heroine's costume was already ripped and frayed in some places from where she had rather easily smashed her way through the Fourth Reich's inner defenses. To her surprise, the defenses were rather light and a great deal less formidable that she had anticipated. Genocide had only a few handfuls of her most fanatic soldiers protecting her lair, making it's location a virtual secret from the organization on the whole. Besides, there was no real need for such mundane protection when you had the strength to battle Soviet Superwoman to almost a stand-still. Maia likened it to fighting a far more intelligent version of Ultrawoman...not that that was too difficult.

Ilsa turned and casually shut off the alarm as she stood up. This would work out better than she had anticipated, even if she was momentarily surprised that the American had found her command room. That could be investigated further, after the two lovers had been sent to oblivion.

"Guten Abend Walkiria. I must say that I am surprised at your finding me here. I had intended to seek you out myself very soon."

Walkiria's nostrils flared as she walked into the chamber, taking a moment to look around at the various Third Reich trappings and statuary. "Well I'm glad I saved you the trouble. Sad part is that from here the nearest hospital is quite a distance so much as I'd like to smash the teeth out of your pretty 'master race' face, I'm going to give you this one time offer of surrender. I really fucking hope you turn it down."

Genocide chuckled. "Overconfident Amerikaner. How dare you come to my home, to my private chambers and demand my surrender on the eve of my greatest victory!"

With a deft motion she flipped one of her monitors around so Walkiria could see what Grendel was seeing. Olga, in obviously a great deal of pain, struggling for her life against an unknown assassin. She couldn't make out the location, but it looked like an alley of some kind, possibly downtown. Soviet Superwoman, the love of her life was bloodied and reeling from a series of blows the black-clad woman proceeded to slam into her with. Maia almost made a noise and took a step forward before catching herself. Ilsa's smug grin of satisfaction told her that she had already given her emotional response away and it had been like gazing upon a magnificent piece of art to this sick bitch. The blonde German was practically giddy and unable to contain her excitement.

"It's only a matter of time now. Grendel is going to leave her gutted and begging for her life in a filthy alley...and that's not even the most delicious part."

Maia steadied her resolve and locked her jaw, nodding slowly. Her voice was tight and her low tone shook with anger.

"If she dies, you die."

Ilsa's eyes grew large as she made her way around the table, stripping off her bodysuit casually. "Don't worry Fräulein, you will soon be joining her. I would not want to keep the both of you separated for long." She grinned. "I may not have been able to kill that Soviet slut myself, as I would have truly liked, but I will take satisfaction that I sent yet another of her miserable lovers to the grave to meet her personally."

Maia reached back and pulled on her cowl before lowering her arms and cracking her knuckles loudly. "I'm going to thoroughly enjoy breaking every bone in your body. It's a rare occasion that I get to actually use my full strength without giving a damn."

Ilsa felt the muscles in her neck begin to spasm, feeling the first incredible wave of pleasure hit her as she began to grow to her full height and mass...

To be continued...
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A big special thank you to my dear friend, who created this image to accompany my story. I am so very glad that you came back to DA to showcase your work again sir!

Another big thanks to for letting me use (and possibly abuse) the lovely Walkiria.

Soviet Superwoman, Genocide, Grendel and the story part are all my own creations.

Proud to be hosted by